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Tuesday, May 10, 2005 · posted at 2:34 AM

I had a stereo that was very decent, a wardrobe that was getting respectable -- I was almost complete.
~ Narrator (Edward Norton), Fight Club

Sneaker pimps. A while back, after looking at my checkbook balance, or what was left of it anyway, I made this decision: I would no longer purchase anything that didn't improve the quality of my life.

This meant abstaining from Target's $1 spot, skipping on mediocre movies in the theater, passing on second rate sushi, and no more reckless spending on jackets I "just had to have" (and wear 3 times before becoming dust collectors in the closet). Clothes for work, okay. Cute shirts for laughs, not okay. Books that imparted knowledge, okay. Chick lit "junk food" books, not okay.

And I was pretty good about it... and then I found the Moby Dick of shoes - the Converse Chuck Taylor Low-top in Simply Taupe.

For those of you who have never gone shopping with me, for those of you who have never had to hear me whine about these chucks, and for those of you who have never seen my crestfallen face after learning they only have the shoe in the ginormous sizes... finding this shoe has been my Everest.

I'd been looking for these shoes for the past 2 and a half years (before Natalie Portman sported them in the movie "Garden State"). I'd visited countless Journeys, Macys, Shiek Shoes, and Robert Wayne stores. I'd tried special ordering from Nordstroms. Shopping for these shoes even trumped looking at grad schools during my last visit to New York.

And then... there they were. Sitting on the shelf of a hole in the wall shoe store five minutes until closing A swipe of plastic and $37.07 later, I owned the Holy Grail equivalent. And now they're sitting pretty with their chocolate-colored laces... and I've not been happier since.

Quality of life? Upgrade.



	Tuesday, May 10, 2005 · posted at 2:34 AM I had a stereo that was very decent, a wardrobe that was getting respectable -- I was almost complete. ~ Narrator (Edward Norton), Fight Club Sneaker pimps. A while back, after looking at my checkbook balance, or what was left of it anyway, I made this decision: I would no longer purchase anything that didn't improve the quality of my life. This meant abstaining from Target's $1 spot, skipping on mediocre movies in the theater, passing on second rate sushi, and no more reckless spending on jackets I "just had to have" (and wear 3 times before becoming dust collectors in the closet). Clothes for work, okay. Cute shirts for laughs, not okay. Books that imparted knowledge, okay. Chick lit "junk food" books, not okay. And I was pretty good about it... and then I found the Moby Dick of shoes - the Converse Chuck Taylor Low-top in Simply Taupe. For those of you who have never gone shopping with me, for those of you who have never had to hear me whine about these chucks, and for those of you who have never seen my crestfallen face after learning they only have the shoe in the ginormous sizes... finding this shoe has been my Everest. I'd been looking for these shoes for the past 2 and a half years (before Natalie Portman sported them in the movie "Garden State"). I'd visited countless Journeys, Macys, Shiek Shoes, and Robert Wayne stores. I'd tried special ordering from Nordstroms. Shopping for these shoes even trumped looking at grad schools during my last visit to New York. And then... there they were. Sitting on the shelf of a hole in the wall shoe store five minutes until closing A swipe of plastic and $37.07 later, I owned the Holy Grail equivalent. And now they're sitting pretty with their chocolate-colored laces... and I've not been happier since. Quality of life? Upgrade.	Recent Posts Here's the truth: People, even regular people, are... You know how sometimes when you're channel surfing... To have and to hold. This weekend was my roommate... Troy: See Lainy, this is all we need. A couple of ... The past is a foreign country. So as much as I lo... Me (researcher): I'm trying to get an idea of how ... You know it's bad when you hear, "Man, I don't env... If you woke up tomorrow and your world was perfect... Raise your hand if you're sure. I got another acce... The age of invention. Sliced bread. Lipgloss tha... Morning news babie goose ryan bluemouse daves son dawntaught desiree diorama emily escadawg galveric high entropy invisible cube jepgato kyellow lilly mhuang mogbert nudream starfish + coffee verbivore Archives March 2004 April 2004 May 2004 June 2004 July 2004 August 2004 September 2004 October 2004 November 2004 December 2004 January 2005 February 2005 March 2005 April 2005 May 2005 June 2005 July 2005 August 2005 September 2005 October 2005 November 2005 December 2005 January 2006 February 2006 March 2006 April 2006 May 2006 June 2006 July 2006 August 2006 September 2006 October 2006 November 2006 January 2007 March 2007 April 2007 November 2008

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