Soy Milk, Organic Milk, and Organic Soy Milk

December 26, 2009 at 2:42 PM | Food | 2 Comments

I must report that I have recently switched over to drinking soy milk. It wasn’t for health reasons. I did it purely because I found it difficult to finish a half gallon of milk before it went bad. I figure the cost difference would be somewhat offset by reducing the amount of milk product thrown out. I don’t know exactly much longer soy milk is good for, but it is sure longer than regular milk. I assume it’s because it’s not really a dairy product.

And then I heard this revelation last night at a family Christmas function: organic milk lasts even longer? It sounds counter-intuitive! I regularly depend on preservatives to keep my food from spoiling, and one would imagine that products labeled as “organic” would contain less preservatives? How is this even possible? I was going to put off my curiosity until I got back to Kansas City to investigate, until I had a bowl of cereal at my parent’s house this morning. Lo and behold, they had a half gallon carton of organic 2% milk. Expiration: about a month from now! And I’m pretty sure that milk has been hanging out in their fridge for a while now.

Have I been mistaken about organic foods? Do they all last longer? I’ve seen organic soy milk. Does that last even longer? 3, maybe 4 months? Gah, I really need to get myself to a grocery store to find out what’s up.

Turnpike Toll Becomes An Inside Joke

December 26, 2009 at 2:32 PM | Random, Wichita | No Comments

As I took the exit for Kellogg on my way back to Wichita from Kansas City, I was pleasantly surprised to see the price appear on the 7 segment displays: $4.00. And then the lady in the booth says it aloud, “Four dollars,” in little to no inflection in her voice. “Ya dig…”, I whispered under my breath with a wide grin and hand her my credit card.

Side note: I love paying tolls with a credit card. I only found out that you could do this maybe 7 or 8 years ago when I was caught without change on the turnpike. The credit card was my plea of desperation–turns out it was universally accepted on the KTA. You don’t get to do that everywhere, though.

Story of my Life

October 19, 2009 at 1:49 PM | Uncategorized | No Comments

Some fool driving around behind me with their brights on and an asian woman said I looked Korean. Same ol thing, just a different day.

The Worst Thing About Being 26

September 30, 2009 at 8:42 AM | Uncategorized | No Comments

Now when I am filling out forms on websites, I find that I frequently have to select the 26-35 age range dropdown, which I am so not used to. I guess I’d just gotten comfortable using the 18-25 dropdown. Eee… 36 ain’t gonna be pretty.

Cheetos

September 14, 2009 at 5:21 PM | Uncategorized | No Comments

One of the main reasons why I have a hard time stopping once I’ve cracked into a bag of Cheetos is the orange fingers. Once you get it all over your fingers, it’s an instant commitment to keep going–nobody wants to stop, clean your hands, only to get them all orange again when you want just 1 more. Best solution: don’t stop.

Taylor Swift

September 1, 2009 at 1:26 PM | Uncategorized | No Comments

I wonder what cheer captains think of her?

It’s Never A Good Thing

August 28, 2009 at 12:17 PM | Uncategorized | No Comments

… when you are surprised by the presence of food. “Oh, what’s this onion doing back here, behind these other things? This must have been here for… ewwwww”

I Don’t Like to Get Dirty

August 28, 2009 at 12:16 PM | Uncategorized | No Comments

I came to the realization today that I like to keep myself “dirty” as opposed to being too “clean cut”, most of the time. This is in contrast to things that I want to deal with. I like my food, my house, and my code to all be clean. And I like the cleanliness of vector graphics and LaTeX.

Kids These Days

August 27, 2009 at 9:02 PM | Uncategorized | No Comments

So I’m taking a break to write about something that happened to me earlier today. Something that I found to be a little saddening.

I had a doctor’s appointment today, where no fewer than 4 needles were used on me within a span of 10 minutes at the end. There was the flu shot, a tetanus shot, the second (of three) HepA/B combo shots, and a blood draw. But this story isn’t about the amount of shots, but about the band-aids used following the shots.

The nurse came in with this pile of shots on the keys of her laptop and had me sign some documents concerning the shots. She also had a bunch of band-aids that were going to be necessary after each needle. I noticed that some of these featured lovable WB cartoon characters like Bugs Bunny and Taz.

“How do you do with needles?” she asked.

“Yeah, um, I do OK with needles…”

“Oh, they’re not so bad,” she said, while prepping the vaccines and getting alcohol and wipes out.

I had to explain. “I was just going to say that I used to do a lot better with needles when I was younger. It seems I worry about them more nowadays, I dunno why.” But I was lying; I knew exactly why. So fearless was I of the needle that I would always watch the point of entry whenever I received a shot or got a blood draw. This worked just fine up until the time I gave blood and I watched the much larger needle cause a spurt as it went in. It was quite traumatizing. “Bugs Bunny, eh?” I said, making conversation.

“Yeah, actually, we’ve been trying to get rid of these first. The kids these days don’t even know who Bugs Bunny or the Tasmanian Devil are.”

I’m not really sure why, but this truth was very sad to me. Who do the kids know these days? Was it that I upset that there was a whole generation of children growing up on junk kids shows and mostly English-dubbed Japanese cartoons? Or was it that it made me feel very old? “Shoot, I’m down with Bugs Bunny. Lay it on me.”

Bon Jovi – It’s My Life

April 16, 2009 at 12:22 PM | Uncategorized | No Comments

This song used to get me so amped when I heard it because for the longest time I thought he was saying:

My heart is like an open highway
I’m breakin’ shit
I did it my way
I just wanna live while I’m alive
It’s my life

How do they let them just say that on the radio? Who cares! Breakin’ shit, yeah!

So then one day, I decided to look into it… he’s really saying “like Frankie said I did it my way,” which has kind of ruined the track for me. But I don’t let that get me down, I sing along my way. Yeah!


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