This Week...

Seeing: "Bright Lights, Big City." Mexico City has set itself into the record books again! This time, it's because they have the biggest metal Christmas tree in the world. No joke, they hoped to break this record and they did. In the daytime, this tree is a super ugly monster of disorganized-looking scaffolding, covered in red, white and blue tarps (why not red, white, and green--the colors of Christmas AND the Mexican flag?!). We happened to be in this part of town (coincidently, mind you) for the great unveiling of the light show.

It was, sort of, like watching fireworks. It was...ok.

Hearing: Doris Day, Burl Ives, John Fahey, Ramsey Lewis, Jackson 5 and others interpret all the holiday classics. I'm getting sick of Christmas music, which is a Chrismas tradition in its own right. We are trying to remember that the holidays are upon us; it's not as festive here as I would have expected. Plus, it's 80 degrees.

Eating: I've been toying with the idea of giving up seafood, thus giving up my pescetarian status and "graduating" to vegetarian. There are a lot of moral arguments in that direction; mercury and other hazards in fish, over-fishing, and in turn, whales and polar bears dying because there isn't any tuna nor salmon left for them. People love their sushi these days. Not to mention, there's that whole environmental impact thing of shipping fish to places that don't have fresh access, which is a REAL problem, unless you're a "climategate" nut (and if you are, you're entitled to your beliefs, but please don't tell me). Matt and I cook only vegetarian, and I've been loving it, as usual.

However, some of my Taiwanese friends invited us for a home-cooked dinner last night. It was a lovely spread. With seafood. I had told them months ago that I ate seafood, when I was in my pre-contemplation mode. They had lovingly prepared octopi and clams, among many other dishes. After numerous attempts at eating it in my 20s, including last night, I can't say I'm a fan of octopus, because I'm not a fan of eating rubber. It has to be the most bouncy food ever. But it looks neat (or highly disturbing, I can't decide).

Stinky Eggs (the name of the dish):

Wearing: Remember last week when I mentioned that I hate my clothes? Well, that still stands. I want to pour gasoline on them and burn them and cackle as I watch the cotton disappear into thin air (well, not really disappear into thin air, since I don't believe in climategate). Unfortunately, I don't have the money to restock my wardrobe, nor the money to buy gasoline. In pictures of myself, it looks like I had one really big day where I saw everything, because I SEEM TO BE WEARING THE SAME CLOTHING IN EVERY PICTURE

I had high aspirations for this section, highlighting my cool 'drobe. Turns out I don't have one.

But I do have a growing number of cool cheap accessories. And I've always loved accessories.

Remember last week when I also said that I'm a nostalgic person? Well, that still stands, too. People under 40 love wearing and/or making friendship bracelets here! That makes me happy. I remember 1990, when I wore friendship bracelets! If you see me anytime soon, or if you have seen me anytime in the recent past, you'll see/have seen this knotted to my wrist!