Random bit: love and hate
I love Jamba Juice. But I hate how much it costs. I mean, I have a blender. And fruit and ice are not in short supply around here. I have fruit and ice. I can make this at a fraction of the price. Although, somehow I doubt that too many people in the office would be thrilled about my running a personal smoothie stand at my desk. They are opening a Jamba Juice in Lerner next semester, so this will become a big problem.
I love Omar Minaya's noble collect-'em-all quest to sign every quality Hispanic player in the sport. But I hate whatever mental defect caused Duquette to trade the best young pitching prospect for Victor Zambrano. Why Duquette, why?
I love eating at Wien. But I hate the inevitable food poisoning and nausea that always result after an otherwise enjoyable lunch. This has been an ongoing struggle between logical reasoning and dumbass cravings for really cheap Korean food.
I love these shoes. But I hate that the heels get stuck in the cobblestones on College Walk. Seeing how the cobblestones on College Walk are probably protected as a historical landmark, I am going to have to accept defeat on this one.
I love the shish-ke-bob from the Russian guy in the truck outside the Law School. But I hate the 15 minutes of small talk about my personal life, the unrest in the Middle East, Stalin's possible Jewish ancestry, and the difficulty of navigating traffic on the BQE with a truck full of meat attached to your bumper, while I wait for him to prepare the food. In this case, the shish-ke-bob wins. This is actually an easy one, because I really don't mind the small talk too much.
2 Comments:
speaking of college walk.
Jamba Juice - since people mind, grab a gallon jug, fill it in the morning, put on ice by the desk - not annoying those around you but still easily accessible.
Wien - either sue them, or just find something that counteracts whatever side effects you experience. Oh, and don't drink the water :) Or just find some other Korean food.
The shoes - nice :) but you can learn from the experience of the eskimos. Namely, experiment with attaching a flat item to the bottom of the heel - will make the shoe a lot less likely to stick, will not stand out while you're not moving, and with some experimentation it may be possible to make something which won't look silly when you lift your foot.
Alternatively turn them into fake platforms by attaching a complete sole to the bottom - just make sure it's firm enough to keep the heel from falling through.
The russian shish-kebobs - out of the 5 worst food poisoning cases in the history of the US, 4 were from food sold by streetside vendors. Not to mention that staring at the cooking meat and drooling copiously while completely ignoring the salesman will probably make him leave you alone soon enough.
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