The breakfast that stole my heart many years ago in Costa Rica was recently featured on The Kitchn (they get credit for the delectable photo). Try it! Oh, and Haligonians: you can get Salsa Lizano at Pete's Frootique, although it ain't cheap.

Need a kick in the pants?

Excuse the BSG montage. I just had a jarring (in a good way) iTunes moment and I wanted to share.

All year it's felt like the world has been repeatedly hitting me upside the head, trying to stir me from my complacence. Maybe I should forget about the job applications that don't really excite me, and if I don't get anything cool just buy a share of a farm and somehow prove the naysayers wrong by building a thriving business selling $17 balls of alpaca yarn to dilettante knitters who don't care about the recession. I have a plan, see. I'm going to buck the ridiculous trend of selling yarn in hanks, which all the local producers seem to think is a great idea. But since we don't all own one of those machines that turn hanks into centre-pull balls. I figure saving my customers the agony of winding it by hand would win me a cult following. Centre-pull marketing. I'm telling you baby, if Wal-Mart brands can do it, the high-enders should, too. All I'm saying. Business plan.

Okay, my apartment truly is disgusting. And it kind of feels like that messiness is manifesting in the rest of my life. So I'm cleaning, for real this time. Scrubbing it from top to bottom, making it my own - somewhere I WANT to live. My fridge doesn't know what hit it.

Spring is in the air and new links are popping up around here like tulips on the front lawn. Check it out!

Okay...

I know I said I'd update on 4 May. But my apartment's still dirty, I haven't been to a yoga class in almost a month and I am most emphatically not a model of spring renewal right now. There's a lot going on! And I have a ton of job applications to do up tonight because The Jenn and I are meeting up tomorrow (it's ladies' night, ohhhhh yeah) and I can't put this off anymore.

xoxo

Maybe I wasn't entirely fair the other day. I am in fact related to some very intelligent people with experiences different from my own. They're frustrated that their ideology doesn't find expression in most mainstream media and to be fair, my horizons consistently expand when I visit them. I spent the exam season ignoring the newspapers but I now have at least an idea of what's going on with the US's economic stimulus, interrogation techniques and why Miss California blames her loss in the Miss USA pageant on Perez Hilton. And it serves as a reminder not to let ideology cloud my own opinions - a reminder we could all use once in a while.

It's just that the sentiment at my American grandparents' house is so emphatically anti-liberal that most of the time I don't feel comfortable expressing my own opinions. Plus, Rush Limbaugh makes me want to bash my head against the wall with his nonsensical rants and trademark tendency to ignore nuance. Apparently when Obama says that he wants the US Supreme Court to include people who understand what it's like to be marginalized or to be outside the system, what he means is that he wants to appoint ex-cons, illegal immigrants and a disabled, black, lesbian single mother with no legal training. I'm not making this up. Here I was thinking that there was a middle ground - that the immensely talented group of people with increasingly diverse cultural, ethnic, sexual and socioeconomic backgrounds that is entering the legal profession might have something to contribute. Dal Law negligently forgot to inform me of how idiotic I've been, that there is no middle ground between a rich, white, male judiciary and total anarchy. Good thing Rush is around to set me straight.

But I shouldn't pick on Rush. It's too easy - I feel like I'm taking cheap shots. And here I am going on a rant of my own - guess it rubs off. Still I feel that it's my right after holding my tongue through approximately 5 hours of Glenn Beck alone. I'm harbouring a week's worth of snarky comments...but I'm going to bed now.

Happy May Day, fluffies. Plant some flowers, manifest abundance or just canoodle in a field. Summer is coming!