How To Disappear Completely

Old Mother Hubbard Went to the Cupboard

Calvin (of the comic strip variety and not, as my fellow Reformed friends might think, the theologian) once said that Mother is the necessity of invention. He was referring to the creative ways in which a mischievous six-year-old explains broken lamps. However, for me, the phrase should be modified somewhat: the lack of mother is the necessity of invention. Getting ready to leave for the summer means that I am reluctant to buy any more food, because it will all just go to waste anyway. Which means that I have been surviving on some rather interesting meals scraped together from the remnants of the rapidly diminishing kitchen supplies. Some of it was, shall we say, dining not catered toward attracting guests. Other meals have been surprisingly good; I might even try making the chile rellano with tuna fish and tomato sauce-based dressing again sometime. I am now eating the last of my lentils and some fried bread. I am beginning to be a firm believer in the value of fried bread. It works wonders for stale and otherwise unappealing grain products; all you have to do is line a pan with a douse of oil and fry the offending object away. Since only a smidgeon of oil is needed, the fat content is probably less than that of a buttered slice of toast. And it reminds me of the taste of home-made doughnuts, fresh from the griddle, without the lead-like feeling one gets in the stomach from indulging in such heavy fare. Plus, it uses my oil up, since I seem to have purchased the widow's supply. I've had this same particular bottle since September and no matter how close I come to finishing it all, there is still one drop left. I still have enough for a couple more panfries. Finally, since the cinammon on my hands appears to have no reliable source of expenditure, I decided to see what happened when I put some in my tea. Quite delicious. I recommend the new method to all and sundry.

If you'll excuse me, my Simon and Garfunkel is nearly done burning...with enough music to last unrepeated for 3.7 days straight, I am about done with the important bits of the "pop" music section of my collection...my heart faints at the sight of my classical section...but can I really survive the summer without all 32 of Beethoven's sonatas and nine of his symphonies to say the least?

6:06pm
I received a friend request from a random person on last.fm. My initial reaction on reading the notification email was "Oh great. Some teenage boy who does nothing but read Catcher in the Rye all day and listen to Dinosaur Jr. wants to be my friend." I made this prejudiced statement because apparently this is what quite a lot of last.fm users do. While all the teenage girls go to xanga, their boyfriends set up last.fm pages. However, the offer of friendship came from a Canadian art history student who was a reasonable 23 years old. I reciprocated. Time will tell where this relationship will lead. At least I was flattered that someone above the age of 15 was interested in reading my journal entries.