Do the chimichanga
Chimichanga: A deep-fried burrito.
Believe am to write out short little blips and posts, rather than wait around for days and write a novel...suppose I will eventually get the hang of blogging.
Blogging: "But what bloggers do is completely new - and cannot be replicated on any other medium. It's somewhere in between writing a column and talk radio. It's genuinely new. And it harnesses the web's real genius - its ability to empower anyone to do what only a few in the past could genuinely pull off. In that sense, blogging is the first journalistic model that actually harnesses rather than merely exploits the true democratic nature of the web. It's a new medium finally finding a unique voice." (Andrew Sullivan)
Ate a chimichanga yesterday evening for the first time and was up all night, most certainly due to the chimichanga. Much too large, much too greasy. Have already gone for a run this morning, and am most certain the chimi was running after me (perhaps in the form of adding itself to my bum).
Note to Self: Never eat anything that sounds like an awkwardly funky dance step. "One step forward, two steps back, turn, chimichanga, drop, and stop. Bravo!"
Believe am to write out short little blips and posts, rather than wait around for days and write a novel...suppose I will eventually get the hang of blogging.
Blogging: "But what bloggers do is completely new - and cannot be replicated on any other medium. It's somewhere in between writing a column and talk radio. It's genuinely new. And it harnesses the web's real genius - its ability to empower anyone to do what only a few in the past could genuinely pull off. In that sense, blogging is the first journalistic model that actually harnesses rather than merely exploits the true democratic nature of the web. It's a new medium finally finding a unique voice." (Andrew Sullivan)
Ate a chimichanga yesterday evening for the first time and was up all night, most certainly due to the chimichanga. Much too large, much too greasy. Have already gone for a run this morning, and am most certain the chimi was running after me (perhaps in the form of adding itself to my bum).
Note to Self: Never eat anything that sounds like an awkwardly funky dance step. "One step forward, two steps back, turn, chimichanga, drop, and stop. Bravo!"



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