| what happens when the sightide rolls out? |
[Jul. 5th, 2009|06:06 pm] |
| [ | Tags | | | geschichte | ] |
| [ | feeling |
| | ripples on a lake | ] |
| [ | listening to |
| | For Squirrels - Nathaniel's Song | ] |
the key is not to force it, she held her breath as she swirled the steaming coffee clockwise. as she lifted the spoon out she tipped the cream pitcher and watched the heavy milk get its feet knocked out from under it and be dragged into the dark circular waves. go with the flow, she mouthed, and plunged the spoon rudely back into the cup. the white dispersed itself into its molecules, fleeing into the arms of the coffee. fighting will only drown you.
she blew the steam off, her silent whistle skittering across the surface. |
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| walks of shame |
[Jun. 30th, 2009|09:07 am] |
| [ | Tags | | | know | ] |
| [ | feeling |
| |  annoyed | ] |
| [ | listening to |
| | Mute Math - Noticed | ] |
getting up and looking at yourself in the mirror the morning after a bad hair cut is right up there on that loathesome list of "unpleasant morning-after experiences" that i've had.
it is probably not as bad as waking to a black-eye, but i assume a black-eye will fade in a wk, and i have to deal w/ this for another month.
altho yah, i'll get used to it in a wk, ugh.
what irks me most is that it's self-inflicted.
ugh!!!!!!!!! |
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| eat that, $3 cupcakes! |
[Jun. 29th, 2009|11:38 pm] |
| [ | Tags | | | ess iss | ] |
| [ | feeling |
| | houghn houghn houghn | ] |
| [ | listening to |
| | O Brother, Where Art Thou? - Indian War Whoop | ] |
ice cream cake.
rolled ice cream cake.
what can be better in the summer?
(actually a lot of things can be, but this is pretty good too)
bake a box cake in a very! well greased cookie sheet. 375-400F for 15mins.
depan onto a clean kitchen towel (i didn't have a clean one so i used wax paper) lined w/ powdered sugar.
at this pt you're supposed to roll the cake and let it cool before layering the iscream.
i didn't.
i just smeared chunks of icecream (wrap in kitchen towel and put on stove top while baking softens it pretty well) onto the warm cake. it kept melting and seeping into the cake. i used about half the quart to finally get a minimal layer of icecream to stay, and i was acting as fast as i could... while talking on the phone w/ the cell clamped to my shoulder.
roll. (make sure not to roll the wax paper into the cake.)
wrap in alu foil and shove in the freezer.
mine was there abt 6hrs.
the layer of melted icecream keeps the cake moist even when frozen.
it looks pretty damn impressive (esp if the cake and icecream colors are complimentary), despite being super easy and super cheap, and is pretty damn good b/c box cake is delicious, and even stuffed ppl will ask for seconds.
which is good b/c leftovers are dangerous :9 |
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| portion control vs the tortellini tummy |
[Jun. 22nd, 2009|10:03 pm] |
so s/thing i've discovered on demand is cook yourself thin which is a silly, silly show.
it's just, silly.
the recipes however, are pretty good, and the tips really are godsends to these silly women not as lucky as i in their previous culinary-mentors/eating habits, and hey, i'm learning a few new tricks too.
but really it's probably a good show for beginner cooks who want to make semi-pretentious semi-fancy everyday meals.
i think i find it silly b/c these recipes are supposed to be quick and easy and yet have lots and lots of steps. which is good, b/c so it should be, if you have lots of ingredients (=balance), and your health and well-being should be worth that. so i suppose that's the point of the lesson.
but watching it, it's really just SILLY.
ok, rant/rave over.
(says the girl who ate a pint of icecream for lunch today) |
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| line the pan w/ memories and pam |
[Jun. 17th, 2009|10:51 pm] |
| [ | Tags | | | ess iss, heim | ] |
| [ | feeling |
| | home starved | ] |
| [ | listening to |
| | Frightened Rabbit - Set You Free | ] |
eventually i'm cooking caspar's parents (who have treated me to several meals) a nice southern semi-vegetarian meal, so i'm looking thru both my southern and vegetarian cookbooks, bzw. from the 60s and 70s. despite one being slightly psychadelic (and very hippie) it's a mother-daughter pair, being held together by the passing down of lots and lots of straaaaaaange casseroles and ingredient combinations.
ie:
Asparagus Casserole, wh/ includes canned asparagus, hard-cooked eggs, and almonds.
Baked Bean Casserole, wh/ involves a ts of MSG.
Oriental Citrus Squash, wh/ is squash and marmalade.
what took the cake however in all it's Southern glory is DEVILED EGG & SHRIMP CASSEROLE.
let your imagination run w/ that one.
i read both w/ a smirk until i opened the pg in my southern book w/ Muscadine pie.
i'd forgotten abt muscadines.
then the sun of green leaves came flooding down on my shoulders, and i could see my mother's face and hands, the shapely nails of her fingers as she pulled them off for us with one hand, the other hand holding the branch still.
the only way to eat muscadines is right off the tree: who the hell would put them in a pie? |
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| when things don't automatically click |
[Jun. 16th, 2009|11:41 pm] |
| [ | feeling |
| |  amused | ] |
| [ | listening to |
| | Supercar - RECREATION | ] |
ladies (well, or gents):
so your date opens the car door for you.
according to one of my guy friends: if you don't lean over and unlock his door while he's walking around, the date is over. is a very good way of weeding out the inconsiderate, if that's important to you.
but at the same time, i bet there are guys who would find that babying and offensive? but then again who would want to date a guy who would think that, so is a good way of weeding out the overly-macho.
win-win.
yet this is a moot pt in that for a lot of cars, both doors automatically unlock w/ the keyfob thingie nowadays. also living in a city where few ppl drive kinda makes things harder to use this weeding-method.
thought i'd share anyway.
it is quite interesting what will make or break a deal in the details you may or maynot notice. |
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| sweets for the sweet: waiting for gâteau |
[Jun. 14th, 2009|01:27 pm] |
| [ | feeling |
| | just desserts | ] |
| [ | listening to |
| | The Avett Brothers - Pretend Love | ] |
who was i talking w/ recently about my reaction to adorable being "om nomnom"?
it was followed with a discussion of wendigo (which i had associated w/ slightly less sinister psychoses due to a more positive spin my hs psych teacher had put on it: [he being a month away from marriage at the time] "don't you ever get that feeling tho? of just... wanting to consume your lover? just so she's always there?"). indeed, i almost swallowed a guitar pick that my first lovely-dovey bf had given me in my rosy tweeny years, but never actually put it into my mouth, b/c it was the essence of it that i wanted, not the plastic.
i can't remember if i've felt that way since, maybe once or twice perhaps, but going back to where we started: my initial reaction to adorable is the strong mental urge to gnaw.
i've been taking way too much advantage of the free food in the office that crops up around 1130am and 330pm on days that i assume partners are having client meetings. it's often just bagels or omg pastries or omg cookies or the like. ie a lot of bad processed carbs.
i eat the stress and it eats me back worse.
i should start eating canisters of yogurt for lunch like i've been planning to (perfect summer lunch, imho, and it's filling enough so you don't need much dinner either).
but free food is just so.... free.
it's funny how little chocolate i eat.
recently discovered that i like shortbread more than i like oreos to snack on.
what i could go for however is some AMAZING t-sweets oreo froyo.
ps.
my most recent pie recipe aquisition: whole lemon tart.
i suggest using 2 lemons and a tad less butter. |
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| Belletrystik |
[Jun. 10th, 2009|10:14 pm] |
| [ | Tags | | | geschichte | ] |
| [ | feeling |
| | rose-colored fish scales | ] |
| [ | listening to |
| | Interpol - A Time To Be So Small | ] |
i don't have any from work (i don't get paid holidays, nor a name plaque on my office space, for that matter), so i've been mulling making my own business cards.
pie baker, library minion, creative consultant.
i think the thought of s/thing official helps me feel better about my general dilettantism.
my friend bestseller22 believes that there are two types of English majors: the writers and the readers. i'm surrendering myself to the clearing fog that at core, i'm a reader.
at the same time.......
all the same.
and yet my brother made a 93 on the art history paper w/which i heavily "helped," despite being nearly 2pgs under the required length.
ps.
i've acquired a taste for letter-writing and am soliciting recepients.
it was apparent by the dusky glow of her cheek and the dispair in her eyes. she was falling in love with a soldier, or pilgrim or artist. from the start they had plans of leaving.
it was something akin to receiving flowers too fragile such as over-bloomed lilies which crumbled at the touch and left a yellow stain on your fingertips.
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what frightened her the most was to become just another traveller's tale, another "once knew," another "once met" with at best a quant nickname to differentiate her from the other half dozen fleeting fragments scattered and displayed on the bar table amongst the glasses and the cards. |
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| hoch hoch hoch! |
[Jun. 7th, 2009|09:07 pm] |
![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) it_self has tied the knot!!!!!!!
XDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD
gratuliere!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! |
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| bless your heart |
[May. 31st, 2009|10:30 pm] |
| [ | feeling |
| | de(quasi)friended | ] |
| [ | listening to |
| | Ben Folds - Fired | ] |
omg this is me
i wish i could be better.
when i'm passive-aggressive, it's like giving s/one an indian burn, when i'm honest mean it's like slapping them.
really i just need to surround myself w/ ppl who don't make me be either, and accept bandaides when i fail. but really, yah, more the former.
at least i am self-aware of my passive-aggression. |
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| a clamoring |
[May. 21st, 2009|05:07 pm] |
Vanity, smiling at the applause she would receive for such a neat shot, carefully took aim at Ego's foot and fired. Ego, on her part, marvelled at how prettily her feet framed the floor. .
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"why, what a pretty anklet this would make," Revenge cried, toeing the delicate trap, "dear Communication, why don't we put it on together?" Meanwhile, Domesticity vaguely calculated the lengths and depths of a dual-income one-bedroom suite. |
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| another reason i don't really like dogs too much |
[May. 14th, 2009|02:14 pm] |
| [ | listening to |
| | Scissors for Lefty- Lay Down Your Weapons | ] |
so i have a virus on my laptop: a bloodhound.
in the course of several days of attempting to remove it for good (quarantee isn't doing much), it called a friend.
so i actually have two bloodhounds lurking on my laptop.
tonite's afterwork project is backing up all my junk onto dvds while watching Sherlock Holmes and making artomatic ingredients for Caspar.
and then when my parents send me my backup discs, all shall be swept clean.
clean!!!!!!!!! |
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| maybe mayday: a medley of mumbles |
[May. 2nd, 2009|02:22 pm] |
| [ | feeling |
| | partly cloudy | ] |
| [ | listening to |
| | For Squirrels - Unicycle | ] |
so i spent the last wk helping caspar move.
it involved little sleep and lots of karma.
( this is a work story:
)
today is my day, involving spring cleaning (a fine layer of pollen has gathered on my bathroom sill), putting up winter things, ironing out summer things, and bookshelve filling.
i've changed my dream-wedding setting from Cherryblossom season to Dogwood season. i love love love these hardy white blooms (also the boutiquely pink ones), so unassuming and so so open. i don't remember seeing many at gtown, but there's lots where i live now, and lots lots at home home. it's also better weather this season, and the blooms last longer.
i used my federal tax returns to pay off my federal perkins loan.
thanks, government, why don't you just keep the change.
ps. whatever stimulus check you ever send me will go straight to Sallie Mae. could you just reduce my rent instead?
i'm also musing if i should start s/sort of themed blog, which i would update on a regular schedule. thoughts? |
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| on a typical friday night i am... |
[Apr. 25th, 2009|12:07 am] |
| [ | feeling |
| | spirit is willing but the feet are weak | ] |
| [ | listening to |
| | Elliott Smith - Little One | ] |
compromising w/ body and soul.
after sitting in front of a computer all day (and today was actually busy) [and we're going to ignore the ridiculous amt of free snacks i consumed in front of said computer on this last day of staff appreciation week], i come home to a brother that needs help that involves me sitting again at a computer.
not going out to squee over hot firemen w/ galpals as initially planned, or even staying in away from the computer as my heavy limbs were tempted to succumb to once returning home.
so now not only do my legs omg still!! hurt from a long monday in heels but my arms are sore from typing all day.
i can stop now.
also, despite how it may seem, i'm actually not a good sister in the balance of our sibling history.
and i just remembered that i left a banana on a library cart at work.
that's going to be rather ripe when i get back on monday............ |
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| ....a lady of formidable presence, uncertin syntax and perfect ubiquity |
[Apr. 14th, 2009|09:54 pm] |
| [ | feeling |
| | "like a Victorian heroine" | ] |
i should probably be doing laundry now, but o well.
so i put off plans w/ ppl tonite so i could go to a book club meeting at the local bookstore and hopefully meet some fellow interesting bookwormers. the website tells me to read Gore Vidal's Washington, DC. i had never read a Vidal book before, and thought it apt to.
i thought he would be dry, but he's got some lovely one-liner descriptions of people, z.B:
They [Washington women] drank hard, laughed loudly, knew all sorts of disreputable gossip about the great, and there it ended: village women inhabiting not a city but a supervillage.
the plot's a little slow, but i enjoyed the book well enough.
my main hope for the bookclub was to meet ppl.
FAIL.
i get there and the table is surrounded by people older than my parents.
i eye them and walk to the corner w/ the discount cookbooks (my favorite corner) and stand there looking at pretty food pictures and listening to the book talk for 15mins. it's not bad.......... but the guy who's running the club can't keep any of the characters' names straight.
oh, man. |
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| what did you just call me? |
[Apr. 14th, 2009|09:01 pm] |
| [ | feeling |
| | procrastinative | ] |
1. ROCK STAR NAME: (first pet, current car): neko mama nix
2. GANGSTA NAME: (fav ice cream flavor, favorite kind of shoe): cheesecake boots
3. HIPPY NAME: (what you ate for breakfast, fav tree): coffee dogwood
4. SOAP OPERA NAME: (middle name, city where you were born): evelyn greenville
5. STAR WARS NAME: (the first 3 letters of your last name, first 2 of your first name): hensc
6. SUPERHERO NAME: (favorite color, favorite drink): red milkshake
7. NASCAR NAME: (the first names of your grandfathers/grandmothers): ken frank
8. STRIPPER NAME: (the name of your favorite perfume/cologne/scent, favorite candy): orange blossom snickers
10. TV WEATHER ANCHOR NAME: (Your 4th grade teacher's last name, a city that starts with the same letter): Martin Minnesota
11. SPY NAME: (your favorite season/holiday, flower): Summer Gerbera
12. CARTOON NAME: (favorite fruit, article of clothing you're wearing right now) Berry Jeans |
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| suits, you |
[Apr. 8th, 2009|11:20 pm] |
| [ | listening to |
| | Passion Pit - Sleepyhead | ] |
i've taken up eating breakfast (oatmeal) at the office so that i can have more time wondering what to wear in the mornings while listening to Morning Edition.
i come into regular contact w/ 2 ppl at work, and if i'm lucky, a few attornies that glance at me for 3secs as i hand them their requested items.
so really it doesn't matter that much what i wear to work. i guess it's the lovely people i meet up w/ afterwork for whom i dress ;)
it does not help that my attire is pretty limited to what fits and what i find fitting in my conservative taste.
which leaves me w/ not much.
on fridays, i burn w/ jealousy at the commuters headed twds their casual friday offices.
the other firm in the building gets them 1ce/month.
but we get bagels e/other friday.
i wonder which i prefer.
it's rather considerable, however, how much shorter the walk to the metro is in jeans vs a skirt.
work is amazing, btw. |
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| up where the air is clear |
[Mar. 29th, 2009|10:36 pm] |
| [ | listening to |
| | Mary Poppins - Step in Time | ] |
so Sat was the National Kite Festival.
they should have just gone w/ the rain day of Sun, b/c it was beautiful today, and yesterday was cold and muddy.
but yesterday i was with a friend who had a good kite which we were able to successfully fly for 5mins.
today i went out and bought myself one which was cheap and made of fail, and had less fun despite the better weather.
but now i'm determined to get a better one, and try again next wkend.
or maybe s/time after work? it is staying lighter longer. woo.
the rest of the wkend i spent doping up on all 14 episodes of Firefly. (i blame Tego altho she does not know this yet) |
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| a friend in need is a friend indeed |
[Mar. 19th, 2009|10:58 pm] |
| [ | feeling |
| | ifsj | ] |
| [ | listening to |
| | Placebo - Pure Morning | ] |
there is a japanese proverb 「情けは人のなめならず」 "compassion isn't for the good of others."
the english version is more clear, and positive: "he who gives to others bestows on himself."
........i'm just glad i didn't end up really karmically getting strep throat for doing a selfishly good deed in taking a sick friend food and juice and popsickles and care.
living out the fantasy by doing unto others.
what would Kant say? a means to an ends? an ends to a means?
the really unreasonable things, i put in soup.
........wir wollen einfach, einfach und einfaltig geliebt werden. |
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| lustig in die Welt hinein! |
[Mar. 19th, 2009|10:02 pm] |
| [ | feeling |
| | giving | ] |
| [ | listening to |
| | Frightened Rabbit - Fast Blood | ] |
so, new job. more of an old job in a new place: library girl!
i really like it.
i feel totally in my element.
ok it's been only 4days so far and i've only done easy things.
but still. it will be a good howeverlongtheykeepme.
my commute is more walking than metro, and i should get insoles.
i'm starting to build back a rythym to my life.
this wk i let myself slack a little too much (not cooking at all and yet dishes pile up?), and i realized that i've gained a little bit more weight than i originally thought/planned...........
(office has a hot free gym: so hitting that up)
but i haven't felt so "myself" in a while.
starting a great detox process. finally.
away, away, away
.... also contemplating the fine line between being spontaneous and being rash. |
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