Sunday, December 9, 2007

Snow, part 2

So was Bliss reading my blog? (Google Analytics says no.) They've come out with a new range of their body butter called "Snow Wonder." It claims to be "infused with the fresh fragrance of just-fallen flakes." Nice alliteration, Blissworld, but I tried it at Sephora yesterday, and it doesn't come close. Perhaps if you freeze it first? Snow doesn't have a smell at room temperature because, of course, it doesn't exist.

Saturday, December 8, 2007

Fatty bananas?

Now that there is a Trader Joe's on College, I stop in spontaneously just because I can.

Found myself staring at the non-dairy frozen desserts wondering if they were any good. I once had a colleague who, no matter what I complained of, said, "Eat a banana." It's a great place to start. So, rather than picking a soysicle, I was considering the chocolate-covered bananas on a stick. A woman pushed past me to grab a box, so I stopped her to ask if they really were good or just weird. She said she loved them.

And they are really good. You feel healthy because you're eating a banana -- and they use ripe bananas, so they have flavor -- plus you have the treat of a little bit of chocolate.

Yum. How bad for you could this be? Can I have another? Two bananas are better than one, right?

Then the shock of reading the nutrition information. One hundred sixty calories and 3.5 grams of saturated fat -- 18% of the %DV. What's in that chocolate? As I slowly work my way through the box (I can't throw them out, right?), I wonder if I can just find some good chocolate and make them myself.

Hah! Not with chocolate! A bar of Scharffenberger 70% has 7g of saturated fat.

Or am I being unreasonable here? It's not like I look at other food labels -- maybe this is the healthiest thing I eat?

Sunday, December 2, 2007


"Through the years, I have learned that there is no harm in charging oneself up with delusions between moments of valid inspiration."

-- Steve Martin (New Yorker 11/29/07)

Beautiful women

Found on Paper Cuts. The list of the 90 women is here. The music is Bach’s Sarabande from Suite No. 1 in G major for solo cello (BWV 1007), performed by Yo-Yo Ma, which at this moment seems like the loveliest music I've ever heard.

I find myself wanting to say more, to put my reactions into words, but I keep deleting them because they don't do it justice.