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Odds and ends
Jul. 6th, 2004 12:12 amSo, it's been a number of posts since I saw fit to inflict the results of some silly quiz on you...
Now that we've put that behind us... (and I can only hope that 82 percent of you read me, and that the author of this little gem learns to use whom)
I am enjoying (at this late hour) my breakfast. Maia yells at me for this... I get lost in what I'm doing, and so I forget to eat. It doesn't help that my appetite is not really up at running when I arise (this was one of the nice things about Basic Training, I'd been up for 2-4 hours before breakfast, so I could [and did, God; how I ate) dig in with a will).
I made ramen. OK, ramen was the starting point (hard to not like noodles fried in coconut oil... Rifkin may have ruined movie popcorn, but I still have my vices).
Cook up some canned chicken stock (this isn't my kitchen, so I don't have homemade). To this add pork, browned in seasoned olive oil, and a smidge (well, a healthy slop) of toasted sesame oil.
Sliver, very thin (thank The Maker for the cutlers of Japan) carrots, and some quartered leeks. Bring to a simmer, add noodles and green beans.
When the noodles are done, remove from heat.
The pan was deglazed with white wine vinegar, and a dash of hot chile oil (House of Tsang) was added when the heat was applied to the stock. Dill might make a nice variation... for a pho like dish, add basil.
Eat with buttered bread and Grolsch.
On a lighter note, we have more snakes. I am also proud of myself. Were anyone else here I'd've been this side of insufferable, for about 10 minutes. I predicted a July 4th hatch, and I was dead bang right.
This morning when I looked at The Darkness (that's her name, we also have a snake named, "The Ghost". She is a darkish corn snake, he is a snow. A similar snake to her, in color was named Mahogany. She had a defective kidney and died, it cost $125 to find out she was just dead) clutch yesterday afternoon and they looked like eggs, all swollen and leathery. Today their were 11 with slits, and one snake in the middle. For him (or her) to have left the egg before 1000 hrs, she/he had to have ripped the shell yesterday (probably heard all the noise), ergo I was dead on.
What I've been reading.
The Supper of the Lamb, Robert Farrar Capon. I cannot recommend this one highly enough. It is as old as I, and remains not only beutifully written, and inspiring, but trenchant. Think of it as Pilgrim's Progress, but full of joy, and whimsy. Food as the allegory, and God as the partner. It was written by an Anglican priest, so the imagery is 1: Christian, and 2: Catholic, but that is secondary to the message... enjoy life.
The Borderlands of Science, Michael Shermer.
Churchill's history of the Second World War. This was a birthday present, and I am instructed to decide if I want it. I am torn... because I do, but the gifter is a dear friend, and he has such a penetrating, and quirky, estimation of what I want/need/ought to have, that I'm tempted to refuse it, just to see what he replaces it with. He still owes me Nabokov's side by side translation of Pushkin's "Evgeny Onegin" which is such an amazing poem, even in the bits I've read, that I drool at the thought of Nabokov's, painfully, literal rendition.
An analysis of linguistic theory, which is not ready to hand, so I've neither author, nor title to give you. I'll get it. Nice work (the same author did a thorough, so the cover says, job of thrashing deconstructionism, so he has points with me). Very interesting insights as to the problems of the field.
The Third Chimpanzee, Jared Diamond. Interesting, though I have some quibbles (esp. the chapter on the origins of language [same is true in Shermer's work, see above]). I happen to be an aquaticist, in many ways {which makes me an odd first-born, according to Sulloway/Shermer, go figure) which also colors how I see some of his assumptions/hypotheses.
I have a friend who says my light reading scares him.
Now that we've put that behind us... (and I can only hope that 82 percent of you read me, and that the author of this little gem learns to use whom)
I am enjoying (at this late hour) my breakfast. Maia yells at me for this... I get lost in what I'm doing, and so I forget to eat. It doesn't help that my appetite is not really up at running when I arise (this was one of the nice things about Basic Training, I'd been up for 2-4 hours before breakfast, so I could [and did, God; how I ate) dig in with a will).
I made ramen. OK, ramen was the starting point (hard to not like noodles fried in coconut oil... Rifkin may have ruined movie popcorn, but I still have my vices).
Cook up some canned chicken stock (this isn't my kitchen, so I don't have homemade). To this add pork, browned in seasoned olive oil, and a smidge (well, a healthy slop) of toasted sesame oil.
Sliver, very thin (thank The Maker for the cutlers of Japan) carrots, and some quartered leeks. Bring to a simmer, add noodles and green beans.
When the noodles are done, remove from heat.
The pan was deglazed with white wine vinegar, and a dash of hot chile oil (House of Tsang) was added when the heat was applied to the stock. Dill might make a nice variation... for a pho like dish, add basil.
Eat with buttered bread and Grolsch.
On a lighter note, we have more snakes. I am also proud of myself. Were anyone else here I'd've been this side of insufferable, for about 10 minutes. I predicted a July 4th hatch, and I was dead bang right.
This morning when I looked at The Darkness (that's her name, we also have a snake named, "The Ghost". She is a darkish corn snake, he is a snow. A similar snake to her, in color was named Mahogany. She had a defective kidney and died, it cost $125 to find out she was just dead) clutch yesterday afternoon and they looked like eggs, all swollen and leathery. Today their were 11 with slits, and one snake in the middle. For him (or her) to have left the egg before 1000 hrs, she/he had to have ripped the shell yesterday (probably heard all the noise), ergo I was dead on.
What I've been reading.
The Supper of the Lamb, Robert Farrar Capon. I cannot recommend this one highly enough. It is as old as I, and remains not only beutifully written, and inspiring, but trenchant. Think of it as Pilgrim's Progress, but full of joy, and whimsy. Food as the allegory, and God as the partner. It was written by an Anglican priest, so the imagery is 1: Christian, and 2: Catholic, but that is secondary to the message... enjoy life.
The Borderlands of Science, Michael Shermer.
Churchill's history of the Second World War. This was a birthday present, and I am instructed to decide if I want it. I am torn... because I do, but the gifter is a dear friend, and he has such a penetrating, and quirky, estimation of what I want/need/ought to have, that I'm tempted to refuse it, just to see what he replaces it with. He still owes me Nabokov's side by side translation of Pushkin's "Evgeny Onegin" which is such an amazing poem, even in the bits I've read, that I drool at the thought of Nabokov's, painfully, literal rendition.
An analysis of linguistic theory, which is not ready to hand, so I've neither author, nor title to give you. I'll get it. Nice work (the same author did a thorough, so the cover says, job of thrashing deconstructionism, so he has points with me). Very interesting insights as to the problems of the field.
The Third Chimpanzee, Jared Diamond. Interesting, though I have some quibbles (esp. the chapter on the origins of language [same is true in Shermer's work, see above]). I happen to be an aquaticist, in many ways {which makes me an odd first-born, according to Sulloway/Shermer, go figure) which also colors how I see some of his assumptions/hypotheses.
I have a friend who says my light reading scares him.
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