Holy crap it's been a long week. After my fantabulous weekend I had to do the first 40 hours of my 80 hour training for DYS. Urgh. Had to drag my ass to Grafton, which is just this side of Worcester every morning. It's an hour if I drive straight from my house, it's an hour and forty if I have to go into Boston to meet with my coworkers when my roommate needs her car.

After seeing who some of the other DYS staff are, I fear for the kids in the system. There were a couple law-enforcement types who kept asking how/when you got to touch/hold etc a kid. One was asking about cavity searches. Urgh. We don't do them ever, and he seemed to think that strip searches were OK to do whenever. He fails to understand trauma and the history that most of our kids are coming from. I was one of 5 clinicians in the training. And oy... I debate whether or not half of them should be working with kids. What ever happened to "they're kids, not criminals". The good part is that I now know the DYS restraint, so I can move kids between areas and not get yelled at for not having training. I'm at work this week, then I go back next week for another 40 hours. Eugh.

fly_molo came down last night and we went to the They Might Be Giants concert at the Berkeley Performance Center. The opening act blew goats, he was highly pretentious and had the most boring, formulaic song writing ever. If he hadn't been an overweight, balding, 40something guy, I would have said that everything was written by a 12 year old girl. Just... ick. However, TMBG rocked. In honor of the 20th anniversary of their Flood album, they played Flood, in it's entirety, in order. It was glorious. They were awesome. And we had 3rd row mezzanine seating. It ruled.

As an aside : HAPPY BIRTHDAY fly_molo!!! You're 21, don't be an idiot about it.

I've been in a food rut recently. I often get home from work starving, but not knowing what I want to eat. It sucks. I made falafel tonight because I had a ton of chickpeas that needed eating. I need a food processor. The one that I've had is busted. And making things like hummus and falafel would be so much easier with a food processor. I broke my potato masher today trying to smush the chickpeas.

I had a friend IM me out of the blue on Friday night. I haven't heard from this guy since 2000-ish I think. He went into the Navy and then promptly fell of the face of the planet. Apparently he's married, with a 3 year old. YahooMail has been automatically starting YahooMessenger when you log in. And I've had that email since high school, so he decided to IM me. So strange! Incidentally, stoner_cowboy also found me on YM. The internet is a strange and small place.

And I'm crushing hugely right now. Like to the point where I'm distracted at work. It's bad.

Hey New Yorkers! I'm coming down! I'll be there Saturday afternoon until Tuesday. We should do stuff! I'm planning on hitting either MOMA or the Guggenheim. (I doubt I can do both)

Let me know if you want to/can meet up!

This is the sort of thing he has to do for his art...

Help!! My Girlfriend Is A Lesbian!! - For more of the funniest videos, click here


Tonight: salsa dancing and Tapas with Laura and co! Yay!

So I'm trying to find recipes for noodles and shrimp and lemons. I'm craving a lemony-seafoody thing. So of course I turn to google. And so, googling "lemon noodles shellfish" I found this, which is the one (1) restaurant in the town that I grew up in. How very strange.

In other news, I hate office work. It's beyond boring, and I don't get to move around nearly as much as I'd like to. I liked the constant moving of counseling. You're guaranteed to move at least once an hour and walk around for a bit. This, not so much. Oh well, it's work... I hear back from Fenway tomorrow I think/hope. I'm also driving a lot. The job is in Wellesley, and I've put 150miles on this tank of gas already. I really like taking public transit. I feel like I'm being better for the earth that way. Instead I'm driving 1/2 an hour to work, and 45min to an hour home. Boston rush hour is brutal. I tried to get from Wellesley to Harvard Square in an hour... it didn't work. Argh!!!!

My brother madmazula auditioned for Blue Man Group. He got to the second audition, which meant that they liked his drumming. Cool!! I'm super-proud of him, and I know eventually he can be a rockin' actor, and make casting directors fall all over themseves for him, or a playwright, or a radio dramatician, or a chai shop owner... Or a model... But we'll let him tell you about that.

I'm hungry. I had beandip and salsa and cheese that I was going to nuke to melt the cheese for dinner, and they took the microwave out of the Student Center!! Boo! So I'll go home and eat lemony-fishy-noodly things.