A series of Blehs. But there's also good Food.

The series of unfortunate events continue. 1) We are stuck in the leaky house for one more month, until the end of June. 2) My academic advisor is otherwise a very nice lady. But she makes mistakes. A recently discovered mistake means I have to take 2-3 more hours of classes before I can graduate. I think I will take Child Psychology. 3) I still don't have a job. Short-term internship doesn't count.

On the other hand, I had success with making and serving a lazy man's sushi today, as well as an apple crumble. Dinner at Lantern with the big G last night was also wonderful. We enjoyed sake and tea cured salmon bento box with pickled radishes and wasabi mayonnaise, mushroom and cabbage dumplings, also fried catfish in Thai red curry sauce with cucumber salad and jasmine rice. We saved room for a dessert of hot chocolate cake with Thai coffee ice cream.

I take back my comment about Lantern serving not so good entrees - the catfish plat was delish. Dear G is an intense person, and likes to focus on the appreciation of one thing at a time. He also speaks softly. Therefore, there was not so much multi-task eating and talking. Eating and talking had to take turns. Still, lovely dinner.

I heard Saludos Compay play for the first time at Weaver Street yesterday, and they were very good. Also had a glimpse of the fabulously eclectic collection of people that make up the Carrboro/Chapel Hill neighborhood. Families and dreadlocked heads and birkenstocked feet. Sushi boxes, vegetarian dishes and organic local produces. Slender hula hoop girl in gypsy dress and a woman in black leotards, juggling wooden pins.

Tonight in our basement apartment, six girls attempted breast casting with eight packs of cheese cloth and a box of plaster. Laura made a remark on feeling like the object of an art project, while the rest of us were busy dribbling water and smothering plaster powder over her chest. Now that's an idea to hold on to for my next...art project.

And I'm making clay replicas of wooden twigs while listening a song by a French rapper with an Italian sounding name.

Hmm.