March

Today I overheard on NPR, "March is given to us by God so that people who don't drink can understand what a hangover feels like."
March is God's version of a hangover, and I can't agree more. Just when you thought it was getting good a gust of wind blows through your bones, you realize you are grossly under-dressed and screwed for the rest of the day. Though of course my March may be Montreal's May and West Coasters don't even know how tormenting an East Coast March may be. And Alaska, I guess their March would be June?
You get the point.

social tagging, abbreviations and identity

Today I saw two MGB's walking down the street.

Let's break it down: M= Male G=Gay B=Blipster.

What is a Blipster? A blipster is a black hipster. I did not make this up; last year the New York Times published an article on blipsters in Brooklyn.

I used to think that hipsters were fashionable artists, but the term has evolved to encompass all that is trendy today, now.
Once upon a time, hipsters shopped at thrift stores and played used guitars in moldy basements, but now they just prance around wearing $200 jeans and a brand-new a la mode $100 scarf that will be so out by Fall.
Every city will be experience their version of the hipster implosion in the coming year(s), if not already. It's another fashion trend that already ended. Enough already!

vegans have better foresight (and hindsight!)

On Coast to Coast Tuesday night, Gerald Eplin talked about plants, bio-communication and memory. He said that a vegan or vegetarian is more likely to experience a higher state of consciousness and due to a greater sense of compassion should excel at activities such as remote viewing and memory recall. Cheers fellow vegans! Another great thing about us.

You know it's Spring when...

You know it's Spring when....your cat finds that spot of sunshine that has been hiding for the last six months and just basks in the warmth of the light.

In Philly, you can tell that it is Spring because the pretzel man in back on Locust and Broad. Today, when it was blustery and cold, I really could have gone for a warm, toasty soft pretzel.

You know it's Spring when girls wear Uggs with skirts. Ugh!

Happy Spring! Joyeaux Printemps!

our sad obsession

America is obsessed with Eliot Spitzer and his hooker. Wait, the media is obsessed with sex. Regardless, this whore is making bank as a result. She's got offers from Hustler, Playboy, even her own vodka brand called No. 9, if she wants. Her songs are being downloaded at a rapid rate and played at all the clubs. The media portrays her as a victim. Here is she 17, all alone in a big city with an expensive apartment. hmmm, sound familiar to some? Oh the poor girl. Ever hear of working? I don't feel bad for her and I don't think she should be made a celebrity. If she wanted to live a legitimate life as a working girl ....then Vegas baby! It's legal there. Sorry, but I don't feel bad for her. And I don't see her as a victim. This is merely another example of eating what the media feeds us, and I'm stuffed.

old becomes new.

Let me just start by saying I'm not watching American Idol this season. Sometimes I might stop for a few minutes, hear what Paula and Simon says, listen to an ear-curdling performance. But I'm not watching it.
Last week, what I did see/hear was a cover of "Hallelujah", the Jeff Buckley version. Not that bad, I guess. (Simon loved it). Wouldn't you know today on iTunes, "Hallelujah" was the number one song? Ha, isn't it odd how old things become new.

Now if only Simon could convince the male populous that unbuttoning your shirt to the navel and baring your waxed chest was in again.

adieu!!

The Wandering Cup has officially bid adieu. Originally established as Philadelphia's antithesis of Starbucks, The Wandering Cup was my blog devoted to area cafe's vegan offerings. Sometime in the late summer, possibly after I began working full-time and around the same time I quit drinking coffee, the Wandering Cup took a nose dive, dropped off the radar. I ceased to have the time, plus I was feeling pretty domestic, making stuff like vegan cupcakes, delicious faux-omelets, tofu scrambler, the list goes on. I mean, there's not anywhere convenient where I can go and order one of the above. Sure there's a few vegan restaurants here and there; vegan offerings are plentiful in local cafes, but when I make it I trust it and what it comes down to is quality. Why get it out when you can make it better yourself?

And so, Alors, Alora, The Wandering Cup has departed.