I <3 Vermont!

Well, I started writing this three weeks ago, but i suck at completion.

FUN FOOD TIMES
Oh, is there anything quite like New England in the fall? NO, there isn't. Especially when it's Vermont, even more especially when it's a big ol' scooby doo missionary van full of fat kids type of New England adventure. We basically ate our way through the weekend. Take a look:

French fries + gravy + fucking cold = most delicious thing ever.


Just ask this guy - he took a fistful!

I've been hearing about this place, the Red Onion, from Lucy for about six years now. Everytime she talked about it she would turn the knife in me a little more. Oh cruel impossible desire.


The long awaited, infamous "red onion sandwich" - fresh homemade bread, roasted turkey, apples, RED ONIONS, tomatoes and honey mustard.


Look at these scones. Soo decadent.


Hot apple cider and freshly made donuts in this cart, just hanging out on the street. Burlington is what I imagine heaven must be like.


Before we hit the road, we squeezed in one more stuff-fest, which proved once again that brunch is the best meal by far.



Tuna Salad


Eggs Arcadia - like florentine but with crab cakes. Pure genius.


Our waiter described this as the "ULTIMATE HEAVY BRUNCH FOOD." It was called Napoleon something or other, probably because, you know, "an army marches on its stomach," or something equally prosaic.


Trent paid something like $10 for this water because it had flowed through rocks that were 450,000 years old. Clearly, he has never taken a science class. But look how HAPPY the trontle is! That's because he added gin for flavor.


In between eating we found other ways to entertain ourselves.


Like enjoying the New England foliage.


Tromping through a spoooky haunted forest. BOO!


Audrey was scared.


Annie was scared-er.


Cross-dressing. (67% say Trent wore it better. bastard.)


Cheersing every opportunity we had.


Visiting an apple mill. The German tourists there made it that much better.


And shopping for viking hats.

String Theory = hot.

So I read an article in the New Yorker today that basically explored the wild, rebel world of contesting the supremacy of string theory. very sexy. it fascinated me not because i can actually comprehend string and M theory deeply enough to be truly fascinated, but because of the comparison of string theory to religion. consider the thought of 95% of the world's physics community falling victim to this cult-like relgion/psuedo-science, adhering by their lives to a theory they can't prove but can "feel" the truth of, worshipping a weird genius leader dude named Witten (who, by the way, started out his career in politics and published an article in The Nation at the age of seventeen. He argued that the New Left had no political strategy in 1968. The MacArthur Foundation sure hit the nail on the head with that one - genius.) to a God-like status. The analogy seems eerily prescient.

Yet I absolutely adore string theory (again, to the extent one can actually adore something they are incapable of fully grasping). the supreme elegance, the unparalled beauty, the endless possibilities, the promise of other universes - it's just so irresistably glamorous, kind of like hollywood in the 50's. Makes me kick myself in the ass for not paying more attention during Mrs. Mattick's AP Physics class, not that that E&M bullshit could have held a handle to magnificent string theory. *sigh*


Just look at this guy! He's got God-like cult leader written all over him.



you telling me this doesn't turn you on?

ladrones, joder!

so my bike finally got stolen tonight. i'm actually surprised it lasted as long as it did, being a month or so unchained on a block where crackheads unabashedly hang out on the corner, making deals at 7:00 in the morning. it really became this social experiment for me. i mean, my last bike lasted one night on 4th and D, so this really does speak to the relative security of my neighborhood. still, it sucks it's gone. even though i couldn't ride it (because it's made only for giants), it sure was a nice 'ol bike, so pretty. and i was planning on selling it or giving it to some random stranger as part of another seemingly pointless social experiment.

in other news, i told more people tonight about the idea i've had for a year or so - to write a guide on how to eat authentically delicious chinese food in chinatown. it seems that even whiteys who speak fluent chinese struggle with this noble endeavor. i think for the good of mankind it's time for me to stop bullshitting around and just do it, damn it. if only my elpher weren't busy being broken...