Coincidences — it’s one of those words that looks really funny written, but there it is, having nothing to do with coins, nor with killing (-cide is a Latin root for murder — I remember this from Mr. Huntington’s class, ca. 1989) (I also wish I knew his name so I could Google him. And I wish I could track down Diane Wiseman, the GO teacher from 7th grade — it just occurred to me that if I write her name here, perhaps one day she will Google it and choose to be found, though it may not be her name anymore). Anyway, I’m getting off track.
Last night pre-Rilo Kiley, I met up with Kris and Paul and their friend Kevin at Streets of London for a drink (or three). At wine glass 1.5 or so, Paul told a story about a roommate he’d once had (I think?) who’d invented this little fork thing for picking up popcorn without using your hands. The conversation turned to popcorn, and how dads are hard to buy gifts for, etc.
Then today I see this on Apartment Therapy:
Holy crap! There it is! I hope it is the genius of Paul’s friend, and not a rip off. Okay, maybe not genius — I don’t like greasy hands, but I also like greasy popcorn (plain, air-popped for me, whenever possible, even though sometimes current events make me crave the microwave stuff). This would still be a coincidence had I seen it several weeks from now, but the fact that I’m seeing it less than 24 hours after the conversation is pretty freaking cool.
Rilo Kiley were fabulous, by the way. I want to be them. They played a lot of their (slightly) older stuff, which is my favorite, but I’m also inspired to listen more closely to the new album. They just have great lyrics.
At work: at least one class was taught in one of my classrooms without a hitch today! Hoping for some more tomorrow!