Just came back from a great evening out in Uptown with Sara … chowed on some BBQ at Famous Daves, saw East is East at the Lagoon, browsed magazines at Borders, sipped lattes at the Boo, and spent buco bucks on CDs at Cheapo. I needed that.
I still haven’t been able to figure out what’s up with my email account at lynsey.org (or lackthereof). So I’ve re-set some things over at register.com and either I’ll get email in 24 hours or this web site will self-destruct.
Had a near-death experience with a cheesecake this morning. I called mom for a recipe and when my dad picked up the phone he asked, “Why didn’t you just find on on the Internet?” Geez. That never crossed my mind for a recipe. I mean, you just don’t do that when you know your mom has a perfectly good cheescake recipe that she can email you in, like, five minutes. “And anyway, Dad,” I said, “I’m not going on the Net this weekend.” (Nice try — that lasted a whole five minutes.) This weblogging shit is doing some weird things to me. There have been odd minutes this week when I’ve not felt good about myself. Writing a web log should be about doing it for myself and I’ve not been doing that. So I’m going to try to stop worrying about the people reading/not reading and linking/not linking to this and try to make this site what I want it to be, without thoughts of what that means for my place in the blogging community, which, even though is burgeoning, seems to me only to be getting smaller and smaller.
I realized that I forgot to explain the near-death cheescake experience. My cheap springform pan nearly fell apart on its way into the oven. The graham cracker crumb was leaving a ring on my kitchen table and I could see the runny cheesecake gook starting to seep out the bottom. But I got it on another cookie sheet and into the oven on time. I hope it’s not all runny tomorrow.
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