Friday, March 7, 2008
Thursday, March 6, 2008
Internet brownies...
...can be gross!
These ones just came out looking like vomit (not helped by the mini-marshmallows we decided to add to the hot cocoa tasting batter). They actually taste like caramel candy. I think that if we're hungover in the morning, then the culprit is with this sugar (spoken like a true lush). Argh, my own worst enemy and all of that.
These ones just came out looking like vomit (not helped by the mini-marshmallows we decided to add to the hot cocoa tasting batter). They actually taste like caramel candy. I think that if we're hungover in the morning, then the culprit is with this sugar (spoken like a true lush). Argh, my own worst enemy and all of that.
The dismantling of a God
Poor Clovis, he used to get by on his looks. He remembers the evenings in Boston where he was the #1 accessory for various lovely ladies. They would pass him around and feed him little bits of their dinners. Ah, that was the life. Look how the mighty have fallen! See how Ernie laughs from his high up throne.
Wednesday, March 5, 2008
Saturday, March 1, 2008
It's so easy
Rob makes a decent point in this entry to his Demonbaby blog regarding our enthusiasm for cutting down on the insanity that is scientology while at the same time mindlessly taking on the fecal ideals of christianity, the great spaghetti monster, whatever.
His descriptions sound so familiar (anyone who knows Curt has heard these same arguments for years).
It's kind of sad that he has to even discuss 'belief' (whatever that may be), but apparently that's all we care about from our potential leaders anymore. What a bunch of lazy cry-baby's we are.
His descriptions sound so familiar (anyone who knows Curt has heard these same arguments for years).
It's kind of sad that he has to even discuss 'belief' (whatever that may be), but apparently that's all we care about from our potential leaders anymore. What a bunch of lazy cry-baby's we are.
Thursday, February 28, 2008
Music for today
My playlist for today w. a wee bit o' nostalgia, ey?
The Crooked Beat - Wreckless Eric
Rebel Waltz - Ruby on the Vine
Alcholiday - Teenage Fanclub
Flavor Of The Month - The Posies
Goin Home - Dinosaur Jr
Kentucky Cocktail (John Peel Session - June 23, 1992) - Pavement
Popular - Nada Surf
April Skies - The Jesus and Mary Chain
Turn It On - The Flaming Lips
The Funeral - Band Of Horses
Is This Love? - Clap Your Hands Say Yeah
Liar - Built To Spill
Grendel - Sunny Day Real Estate
Hold On Hope - Guided By Voices
The Biggest Lie - Elliott Smith
Caring Is Creepy - The Shins
I Will Follow You Into The Dark - Death Cab For Cutie
Burned By The Sun - Beulah
Wrecking Ball - Creeper Lagoon
Janet - Versus
Berlitz - Seam
Reptilia - The Strokes
Tiger Lily Luna
Schizophrenia - Sonic Youth
Loomer - My Bloody Valentine
Hibernation - Blood On The Wall
Staring at the Sun - TV On The Radio
Victoria - The Fall
Negative Creep - Nirvana
Plateau - Meat Puppets
What Do I Get? - Buzzcocks
I Fought The Law - The Clash
She Bangs The Drums - The Stone Roses
You're So Pretty - We're So Pretty - Charlatans U.K.
Common People - Pulp
Dry the Rain - The Beta Band
The Crooked Beat - Wreckless Eric
Rebel Waltz - Ruby on the Vine
Alcholiday - Teenage Fanclub
Flavor Of The Month - The Posies
Goin Home - Dinosaur Jr
Kentucky Cocktail (John Peel Session - June 23, 1992) - Pavement
Popular - Nada Surf
April Skies - The Jesus and Mary Chain
Turn It On - The Flaming Lips
The Funeral - Band Of Horses
Is This Love? - Clap Your Hands Say Yeah
Liar - Built To Spill
Grendel - Sunny Day Real Estate
Hold On Hope - Guided By Voices
The Biggest Lie - Elliott Smith
Caring Is Creepy - The Shins
I Will Follow You Into The Dark - Death Cab For Cutie
Burned By The Sun - Beulah
Wrecking Ball - Creeper Lagoon
Janet - Versus
Berlitz - Seam
Reptilia - The Strokes
Tiger Lily Luna
Schizophrenia - Sonic Youth
Loomer - My Bloody Valentine
Hibernation - Blood On The Wall
Staring at the Sun - TV On The Radio
Victoria - The Fall
Negative Creep - Nirvana
Plateau - Meat Puppets
What Do I Get? - Buzzcocks
I Fought The Law - The Clash
She Bangs The Drums - The Stone Roses
You're So Pretty - We're So Pretty - Charlatans U.K.
Common People - Pulp
Dry the Rain - The Beta Band
Wednesday, February 27, 2008
Indelible
On Monday, we went to the zoo with Dad and Maria. My favourite part is the aviary. You walk into this big, humid dome that is filled with tropical plants and all sorts of birds. What I enjoy so much is that there is a path thru for the humans, but the birds are not separated. So, you'll see exotic ducks crossing the path in front of you or a scarlet ibis plunking down on a nearby branch.
One of the birds that really impressed Dad was a little kingfisher with bright, iridescent turquoise on his wings. He was a very small guy, but really wowed us when in flight. It's probably something for mating, but being so small and bright seems like it would make him a good target for someone else's dinner - what do I know?
Anyhow, I was thinking about this while knitting away this morning. One of the wonderful things about my father are his enthusiasms. No one who has ever seen his projects would say he was detail-oriented. However, he has a keen eye for anomalies or little beauties in nature. He's always giving me interesting rocks or branches.
One time when I was in third or fourth grade, Dad gave me a baggie with a dead kestrel he found in the road. Gross right? Of course, it had beautiful patterns and was the best chance ever to see such a creature so close. My science teacher was quite enthused (although I seem to recall that he said he'd dispose of the little corpse - guess he figured I was unpopular enough without having to tote around a dead bird for the remainder of the day).
There are a lot of these stories. I was really lucky to grow up with parents who were available and interested. They've taught me crap-all about office politics, but I look for beauty and inconsistencies wherever I go. It is something to treasure.
One of the birds that really impressed Dad was a little kingfisher with bright, iridescent turquoise on his wings. He was a very small guy, but really wowed us when in flight. It's probably something for mating, but being so small and bright seems like it would make him a good target for someone else's dinner - what do I know?
Anyhow, I was thinking about this while knitting away this morning. One of the wonderful things about my father are his enthusiasms. No one who has ever seen his projects would say he was detail-oriented. However, he has a keen eye for anomalies or little beauties in nature. He's always giving me interesting rocks or branches.
One time when I was in third or fourth grade, Dad gave me a baggie with a dead kestrel he found in the road. Gross right? Of course, it had beautiful patterns and was the best chance ever to see such a creature so close. My science teacher was quite enthused (although I seem to recall that he said he'd dispose of the little corpse - guess he figured I was unpopular enough without having to tote around a dead bird for the remainder of the day).
There are a lot of these stories. I was really lucky to grow up with parents who were available and interested. They've taught me crap-all about office politics, but I look for beauty and inconsistencies wherever I go. It is something to treasure.
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