sorry that last one was in such an offensive color. speaking of color, jesse and william have dealt with race recently. very different starting points, of course; both really insightful. being out of america, i'd nearly forgotten it was black history month. but maybe these posts are coincidental.
more linkagely, my latest find: baraita. lovely fluid and relatable, apart from the buffy/angel references, and not because i'm denied television in this place. i've never watched either show. please, tell me i'm not the only one. is it really as smart as all these people seem to believe?

i realized i wasn't dying to go back to alburtsland as planned to cook dinner w/ drea and katie. the train works on an honor system of sorts: you buy a ticket even though no one checks it. i at least interpret that to mean if you're lucky you don't have to buy a ticket and i've ridden back and forth numerous times without thinking too much about it. yesterday i had some change in my pocket and just for kicks, i spent it. 14 kroner on a ticket, less than $2, not too bad, especially considering that it's a 500 kroner fine if someone pops on and finds you empty-handed.
which is what happened, minus the empty-handed part. good decision, eh? best 14 kroner i've ever spent. nevertheless, i didn't feel like spending it again, or twice actually, out of paranoia, because the dourly uniformed ticket-checkers raised more alarm in me than the prison guards. also had been with people nonstop and thought some metime would be nice.
came home and stir fried. oh yeah. i had little idea what i was doing and did it anyway. it's part of the new meplan which, along with applying for a nonmetype job this summer ("working with kids? i thought you didn't even want to have kids") and doing such other nonme things as navigating and not getting sick on cruises (one ride out of two ain't bad), i've realizes is a major component of my general happiness in dk plan. even having plans! to get all meta. that's pretty nonme. so go, nonme, go.

right. so the stirfry wasn't great. liz who called, blessed liz, gave me tips for the future. orange juice? what the hell, in the true nonme spirit, i can try it.