A few weeks ago, on the 20 Something Bloggers chat, I was going on about my love for tea. It is no secret to those who know me, and anyone I feel like telling, that I love tea (particularly of the black variety). Hayden, at Drinkable Review, recommended Adagio Teas. I checked out their site and placed an order.
I’ve been wanting to sample some white tea lately, so I purchased a sample bag of the Silver Needle white tea. Then I bought a sample bag of the Irish Breakfast black tea, because I knew I’d at least be guaranteed to like one of them. Right?
The Silver Needle, which I didn’t get a picture of, was very mild, in every aspect. It is even more mild than green tea, I think. The leaves are a pleasant silver-green, and when brewed, the liquid is a really pale yellowish color. I added a bit of sugar to my cup, and while it is a very nice tea, I didn’t love it. I think this is due to my being raised on darker, stronger black tea.
I got a picture of my black tea as it was steeping, see?
I’m quite sure I don’t need to say that I preferred the Irish Breakfast. The leaves were dark and brewed the deep amber, reddish liquid I’m used to. I added cream and sugar to this cup. I liked this tea, but it’s got a slight floral taste (not sure how else to describe it) that I’m not sure I like too well.
I do think I’ll be purchasing from Adagio Teas again, though. I’ll probably try a fruity and another black variety next.
P.S. It should be blatantly obvious that I was not paid to review any of this, but here’s the disclaimer anyway. I wasn’t paid by any organization, company or person mentioned in this post to review these products.
This blog is changing and it’s happening right now. I’m not going to be keeping an account of my life here anymore. That is what my green notebook is for. This thing is now becoming what it should have been from the get-go, a blog of books, music, and other things like posts about rocks and oddities in crossword puzzles. I suppose I’m just tired of the online personal diary thing (for me) and am finally taking the step to get away from it. Yes, that sounded way more serious that it needed to be.
So. Remember the
Alamo Sonata Slut for what it was, and enjoy it (hopefully) for what it is becoming.
Edit: the only personal posts remaining here are the birthday posts, my first post (cuz it’s nice to have), my R.E.M.-mourning post (it’s musical, damn it), and the post where I responded to a tag. The “list of lovely things” post is a bit personal, but those things are lovely and need to stay put. There we go. Onward.
I sometimes work easy crossword puzzles for something fun to do in my spare time. Usually, the puzzles are run-of-the-mill, but occasionally, there will be a rather noticeable clue or answer. This time, the clue was a real zinger. I feel a bit immature posting this, but what is a blog without immature humor?
It may also be worth mentioning that this was in a book entitled Garfield’s Easy Crosswords. I hope that kids who may have worked this puzzle (it’s a back issue book) abstain from saying that. At least in public.
In our neighborhood, the HOA is obsessed with weeds. So, my dad was outside weeding the yard when he came upon this fascinating rock outside my window. I’m not sure what kind it is, so if you do, please leave a comment.
Edit: I’ve been told granite and dolomite so far.
Today, 22 years ago, I was a newborn Washington State baby. I can’t speak much about this event for obvious reasons.
This is my first ever birthday without my grandfather who passed away back in November. I’ll miss his deep voice singing Happy Birthday with the rest of my family, but I’m choosing to believe he’s watching me, wherever he is.
I don’t have much of a social life, so I tend to have low-key birthdays. This is perfectly fine by me. I like having one day a year in which I can do what I want
and get away with it and say a happy, “Fuck you” to my diet which hasn’t been going so great anyway. Tomorrow starts up the calorie counting again, but for today, fuck it.
This is also the first birthday in the past six years that I’ve been able to celebrate with very minimal O.C.D. Recently, I’ve started letting go of it, and as I knew well from those few days in August of last year when I managed to ignore it, it feels damn good. This is the longest I’ve gone since the O.C.D. manifested itself without giving in. Too much. If you do something often enough, it becomes habit. So I have to battle anxiety and break habits simultaneously. I can insert a dumb joke about “the gift that keeps on giving” here, but, really, that’s a bit worn out and I won’t.
I think I shall post a Nails of the Day later, if I can find my red flash drive. I certainly hope I can, because that little fiery thing has quite a few wonderful pictures on it.
Happy 22nd to me!
If blogs could collect dust, this one would make someone feel like they were hanging out in a field of pollen. Consider this blog dusted, though, because here I am.
I was tagged by Booyabobby to do the Seven Facts tag, so read on to find out seven things I just know you were dying to know about me.
1) I really like black tea with cream and sugar. I have a cup every morning, and if I have something during the day that’s like breakfast food (pancakes for supper, anyone?) I always want it afterwards.
2) I named my cat after a thing that was repeatedly referenced in the show Queer as Folk. Her name is Empress, and several times throughout all five seasons characters mentioned an Empress Alexandra. I have no idea what they were referencing.
3) I taught myself to knit when I was 16. I bought US size 9 needles and some ribbon yarn and pitched in. Of course, the ribbon yarn turned out to be to big for me to work with just yet, so I bought a skein (or three) of cheap acrylic yarn. I still have bits of all three skeins.
4) I have lived in four states. Washington state, North Carolina, West Virginia and Arizona.
5) I love darkened red colors on pretty much everything. Nail polish, cars, you name it. I don’t know why, exactly. See China Glaze’s Long Kiss nail polish (right up my alley).
6) Despite a love for makeup, I have never once worn false eyelashes.
7) When I was about three, I ran into a dresser, cutting my left knee bad enough to warrant stitches. The doctor told us that the scar would fade with age, but it remains very much visible. I have embraced the thing (what choice do I have?), not just because it’s always a story albeit short.
So, there you go. Seven facts about me. That was actually more fun and went faster than I thought it would. I tried to stay away from things I’ve already mentioned a lot on my blog, but y’know, I had to throw in that bit about tea.
See ya soon,
R.E.M. broke up just months after I discovered them for myself. I am still upset over it even though it happened Wednesday. I haven’t even gotten though all their albums yet. I’ll never get to see them in concert. That’s a hard pill that must be swallowed. It tastes bitter at the start, but leaves a sweet aftertaste.
All the guys are still alive and will probably continue to be active in music (probably especially Peter Buck). There were no bitter arguments or lawsuits that broke up my favorite band. They had been at this music business for 31 years, which is VERY admirable and leaves us current and future fans plenty of music to hear and appreciate.
I’ll never forget when I first heard R.E.M. (that I know of) or when I really fell in love with them during Spring Break of this year. Other college students (most of them, probably) went to some beach, drank and partied during their Spring Breaks, but I spent mine sitting on my couch, listening to music. Music I would devour, love and want to share. It was one of, or maybe the best Spring Break of my recent memory.
This writing was not at all intended to be about R.E.M., but it is. My mind has been thinking about this since I heard about it, and this was an uncontrollable attempt by my brain to write out my feelings, to make sense of this, or at least allow myself to accept this. I feel crazy for tearing up and actually shedding tears as I write this, but I know I’m not the only one who feels like I do.
I honestly fell in love with R.E.M. They became my favorite band so fast. I still love them. I still consider them my favorite band. They are four guys from Athens, Georgia, who just so happen to not want to be called R.E.M. anymore. Again, I am very thankful that no deaths, arguments or lawsuits broke them up. If it were an argument, it would’ve only divided a global community of fans. A lawsuit would’ve probably done the same thing. Anything else would’ve been all the more upsetting.
So thank you to Michael Stipe, Bill Berry, Peter Buck and Mike Mills for all the wonderful music, quotes, inspiration, great photographs and art you placed on this planet as R.E.M. You are loved and will be loved more than you’ll probably ever know. Thanks again. I’ve swallowed the pill.