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...that, inspired by a comment by [livejournal.com profile] tarentel, I've decided to name my iPod Admiral Onthophagus Ramsbottom. Phagus to his friends. (Thanks to [livejournal.com profile] konomaigo for the suggestion.) Phagey to his really close friends.

That is all. I'm still inordinately pleased by my new shiny thing. And my sleep deprivation makes me even more easily amused than usual by bad jokes.

Whee!

Feb. 4th, 2010 09:34 am
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Happy birthday to meeee.

Who has an iPod Touch, thanks to her friggin' awesome boyfriend? WHY I DO.

I now have the electronic equivalent of a scarab beetle (it's small and sleek and adorable and ridiculously shiny, eee!), except a scarab beetle can't play me my entire catalog of MP3s if I stick a headphone jack up its ass and mash my thumb on its carapace. Also, my iPod is ∞% less likely to roll poop around on the floor.1 YEAH TAKE THAT STUPID SCARAB BEETLES.

(holy crap I'm smitten)

OK, seriously, scarab beetles are cool. I <3 them. I didn't mean it, beetles! I was kidding. You're totally awesome. I mean, look at this fine Onthophagus lanista specimen. Doesn't it look like a miniature triceratops? How cool do these guys look, trundling around with their massive horns? HOW CAN YOU NOT LOVE THESE THINGS I ASK YOU.



Speaking of dinosauric things, I've named the iPod "Awesomesaurus Rex," but I don't know that it's the best name for it, given that it was a heat-of-the-moment thing. It kind of goes along with the "Give my electronic things silly names with vaguely ominous overtones" theme I have going on (my desktop = Pimpzilla, my first laptop = TANK!2 and my current laptop = Hello Chthulhu), but I'm still pondering the perfect name for it. I briefly considered naming it Onthophagus, but it just doesn't roll off the tongue. Probably because I have no idea how to pronounce it. (If I knew Latin, I might name it "The flattest and shiniest Onthophagus"? Maybe "My Onthophagus is totally better than your Onthophagus"? Though that'd probably run afoul of character limits. Hey Kate, what would those phrases be in Latin? Or I guess I could just go for filth and name it "Pedicabo ego vos"--which kind of goes along with the "I'm constantly jamming crap up this thing's butt to make it go" theme.3)

Anyway, other suggestions welcome! And then probably promptly discarded because I'm all "Nooooo, I must be special and come up with the name all by myself." Or actually, probably not. I am in a whimsical mood! It's probably lack of sleep and burgeoning panic over my A paper!

Hooray, irrational attachment to shiny objects. That's right, Siddharta, you know where you can stick that whole revelation about attachment to worldly things. It's my birthday! I'll be irrationally attached if I want to!4

EDITED TO ADD: So a certain pedant has pointed out that "Onthophagus" is GREEK, not Latin. Psh. Don't care. Still want a ridiculous Latin (OR GREEK) name for my ridiculous new shiny thing. Preferably with buttsex references.


1 'Cause that's Callisto's job. I love kittens but I've forgotten what a pain in the ass they can be fwargh.

2 It's a Cowboy Bebop reference.

3 You know it likes it. It literally can't live without it!

4 The rational self-interested pursuit of things we are irrationally attached to is the major basis for our economy, you guys. By getting this iPod, Robert and I are totally stimulating the economy, if you know what I mean, and I think you do.
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But first, an anecdote:

So we took Callisto in for a vet checkup today, and when the receptionist saw Callisto, she practically squealed and said "Oh my God, she looks just like our clinic kitten! They must meet!" She did a bit of kitten wrangling under a desk and emerged with a gorgeous long-haired black tabby Manx boy kitten, just a few weeks older than Callisto. We brought them close together and they snuffled noses, and the receptionist extended the Manx kitten's paws and petted Callisto on her head with them, and said "Look! I'm petting your kitten with my kitten! That makes it extra-cute. It's, like, meta-petting!"

"I'm petting your kitten with my kitten" is totally going to be a new, horribly inappropriate catchphrase with me.

I know, I know, make with the pictures already. )
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No pictures yet, because I left my camera at [livejournal.com profile] xwrn's, but but but WE HAVE A KITTEN and HOLY CRAP SHE IS CUTE. She's a ten-week-old long-haired dilute tortoiseshell, which means she's mostly gray with splashes of buff/cream, and one hind leg is almost entirely orange creamsicle tabby. She's incredibly well-socialized--we got her from Must Love Dogs NW, which normally fosters dogs but occasionally takes in cats--and her foster parents have three girls ranging from early teen to just started grade school, as well as four dogs and two other cats (that we saw). The kitten's incredibly confident and social, and loud noises don't bother her at all, which is good, given that we're not a very quiet household. She spent some time hiding under the bed when we first brought her home, but she spent all night snuggling with both Robert and me, and now she only runs under the bed when she's badly startled. She loooooooves playtime (well, what kitten doesn't?), and took to raw food like a friggin' champ.

It took us a little while to decide on a name for her--candidates included Edward Wong Hau Pepelu Tivrusky IV (because we're gigantic Cowboy Bebop dorks), Emma Peel, Higgins, Jeeves, Io, Callisto, Schrodinger and Heisenberg. Ultimately, we decided on Callisto, because it just felt right. (Later, I found out that Kalliste means "most beautiful" in Greek, which delighted me inordinately.) Hopefully, she won't suffer the same tragedies of her namesake. But then, I guess that sort of beats being raped by a swan?

In any case, we have a kitten, and we are super-pleased. Hitlercat, on the other hand, is somewhat skeptical. We're introducing them slowly, over the course of a week or two, so Callisto is staying in the bedroom for now, while Hitercat has the run of the rest of the apartment. The activity for the next couple of days: scent swap! I rub a sock all over Callisto (who thinks it's a toy and wants to kill it) and give it to Hitler, and then I rub a sock all over Hitler (who thinks it's a tremendous bother and wants to escape from it) and give it to Callisto. Rinse, repeat.

In completely non-related news: I have a bitchin' case of the flu that I caught from Robert. It's two weeks before finals. And I'm still behind. Everything, from my joints to my skin to MY FREAKING HAIR aches. This semester hates me and wants me to die, I'm convinced of it.

But hey, I have two cats again. This makes me ridiculously happy. It doesn't make me miss Eric any less, of course, but snuggling with Hitlercat and Callisto = best stress therapy ever.

Once I get my camera back, there will be pictures, oh yessssss. In the meanwhile, if anybody wants to come visit, definitely feel free to drop by and say hello.
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Eric's heart stopped yesterday. There's not much to say, other the fact that I'm heartbroken and still processing.

Please enjoy my favorite Stupid Cat Tricks of Eric's:

Eric loved being spun around on the floor. Like, insanely fast:



He was also master of the Stupid Couch Trick, whereby we tossed him on the couch. Repeatedly.

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Just over a week ago, I noticed Eric's appetite dipping. Since I feed my cats two meals a day, I notice pretty quickly if they reject something, and if they do it more than twice in a row, my radar goes up, especially for Eric, who's not exactly what one could categorize as "picky." He seemed especially reluctant to chew, and was noticeably more enthusiastic about eating canned food than raw (the raw is chewier and much more difficult to eat by licking).

So my first thought was "Crap, he needs another teeth cleaning." He's always had horrible teeth, and his breath is doom and destruction--it's been that way since he was a wee kitten. So I called the vet and scheduled a check-up and a blood draw.

In the meanwhile, I started noticing that I had to refill the water in their water bowls much more frequently than I used to, but I attributed that to the weather; it's still pretty warm and dry, and I let them out several days a week (we have a lovely courtyard, where the kitties can frolic quite safely), which means they run around a lot more and drink more, too. Didn't think a thing about it.

So I brought the Orange Menace in, and he hadn't lost any weight--on the contrary, he'd put on a whole six ounces since his checkup in early August. His temperature was perfectly normal, and his heart sounded good.

But. But. While wrestling with Eric for the blood draw (and of course the poor monkey doesn't get the fact that if he just sat still instead of leaping for freedom and glory, it'd be over much sooner; if there were one thing I could communicate to my cats during vet visits, that would be it), the vet noticed that his kidneys felt enlarged. Eric had also peed himself during the course of the Blood Draw Olympics, and she noticed that the pee was unusually dilute as well.

And all of a sudden, the dip in his appetite and rise in water intake clicked together into a picture that made a lot of sense. I mean, not to rule out his teeth, because they do need to get cleaned, too. But yeah. Suddenly, the specter of chronic renal failure has raised its ugly head.

I'm irrationally scared. We won't know what's going on for sure yet until the blood draw results come in tomorrow or Thursday, but the part of my brain in charge of Worst Case Scenarios is whizzing into overdrive. I'm telling myself that he's still active and happy and generally his Wee Orange Bastardish self, but as far as I'm concerned, Wednesday or Thursday can't come soon enough.
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I should post this to my cat food website, but I really want to upgrade it to a proper Wordpress blog, and I won't have time to do it until the weekend, and if there's one thing I've learned about writing, it's to get the words out while I'm feeling the urge. So here: some thoughts about cat food and feeding cats.

Cut for those of you only minimally interested in the proper care and feeding of cats. )
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1. Potato starch will look like it's doing sweet fuck-all, until you get it above a certain temperature. Then BAM. Solid goo. Solid emulsified goo. It's amazing. *The More You Know star shoots across the sky*.

2a. I will never, ever make pie crust with anything other than Strauss European-Style butter. It contains a gram more fat per tablespoon, and sweet Jesus, the pie crust I made today was unbelievable.

2b. So apparently the secret to making amazing pie crust for me is using a food processor. I've finally learned the magic touch. Huh.

2c. If I continue on this pie and bread-making kick, I need to buy a sturdy baking mat of some sort, because using my bamboo cutting board just ain't working for me any more.

3. I will make sure to get frozen peaches to room temperature before introducing browned butter to it, because damn, those congealed lumps of dark brown fat sure looked gross.

4. Speaking of browned butter: when browning butter, use a light-colored stirring implement, because it's impossible to see how dark the butter is truly getting otherwise.

So today was my apartment complex's Garden Party. We all made food harvested from our respective gardens ([livejournal.com profile] katealaurel had started a garden this year, and yea verily, it yielded a buttload of tomatoes and squash), got dressed up in swank gear and sat in our courtyard at a long picnic table, hanging out, stuffing our faces with incredibly delicious food, cracking jokes and generally having a fantastic time. I decided to make squash curry from the assload of unripe squash we rescued when three of Kate's plants fell prey to the powdery blight, and the squash was so big (I think it weighed about 8 lbs.) that I made two different kinds: a coconut milk-heavy variant with chicken, and a dry vegan variant with tomatoes. Both turned out amazingly well; in fact, I inadvertently replicated one of my favorite Indian curries with the dry curry. Win! And for dessert: a brown butter-peach-rum pie, modified from a prize-winning pie from this year's Portland Pie-Off. I was terrified at first that it was going to suck, because the filling was so watery, but lo, the potato starch miracle blessed me, and the filling was AMAZING: firm, juicy, intensely peachy and just the right kind of sweet, with a delicious caramelized overtone from the browned butter.

And lo: there were recipes and rejoicing. )
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1. Mini fruit hand pies = awesome. I had two, warm out of the oven. I am restraining myself from having any more. Jesus.

2. I need to make savory versions of these--fill the crusts with lamb curry, or chicken pot pie filling, or some kind of Mexican deliciousness. Oh god. Mouth watering just at the thought. (They'd essentially be hot pockets, except, y'know. GOOD.)

3. Crusts need to be thicker and sturdier than expected.

4. Also, delicate handling. Because these sumbitches LEAK, and then the sticky goo gets everywhere and I need to cut those mofos free.

5. So glad I have an excellent boning knife, because they do excellently at cutting fruit pies free from cookie sheets. Dear boning knife: you are worth all the Your Mom jokes, and more.

6. Look into getting non-stick silicon baking mats?

I used my standard pie crust recipe (2 sticks butter, 2 cups flour, tablespoon sugar, teaspoon salt, enough water to make dough just barely clump together--this made 11 crusts, each about 5 x 5), and used a combination of peaches, strawberries, raspberries, blueberries and blackberries, cooked with sugar, lemon juice and 1/2 tablespoon of guar gum for the filling.

I had a bunch of leftover pie filling and was too tired to make and roll out more pie crusts, so I used the leftovers to make a cobbler. We'll see how the cobbler turns out--I kind of made the biscuits up as I went along (2 cups flour, 1 stick butter, 1 cup sour cream, 1-1/2 teaspoons baking soda, 1/2 cup milk, 1/2 teaspoon salt), and there's not much berry filling relative to biscuit, but I can always drench everything in ice-cream and fresh berries, right? Riiiight.

EDITED TO ADD:

OK, so the specific recipes I used are as follows:

Mixed Berry Hand Pies

For the crust:
2 cups flour
2 sticks butter
1 tablespoon sugar
1 teaspoon salt
Approx. 1/4-1/3 cup ice-cold water

Instructions: I use a food processor, for lo, I am lazy. I throw together the flour, sugar and salt, then cut the butter into 1/4" chunks, and process everything till the butter is in pea-sized chunks. Then I add water, about a tablespoon at a time, and process until the dough just barely starts coming together (you can feel the food processor sticking a bit, and that's when you stop). Press the dough into two separate flat discs, and refrigerate.

For the filling:
2 peaches, peeled and cut into 1/4-1/2" chunks
1-1/3 cup each of fresh bluberries, raspberries, strawberries and blackberries
2/3 cup sugar
1/2 tablespoon guar gum
Juice from one fresh lemon

Instructions: Dump all the fruit into a large pot, and add the lemon juice. Throw in the sugar and guar gum, and toss everything gently until fruit is evenly coated in sugar and gum. Turn stove to medium heat, and cook the fruit, stirring regularly, until mixture is thick, steaming and bubbling. Turn heat off, let cool, then refrigerate (filling is much easier to handle this way).

To put the pie and filling together:

Fill a small bowl with water. Also: life's a lot easier if you have a 3" round cookie cutter, but if you don't, just use a sharp knife and make square hand pies like I did. Roll the dough out to about 1/2"-1/4", then cut into squares (or rounds) about 3" on each side. Roll until squares are about 5" x 5", or just a bit smaller. Spoon a couple small spoonfuls of filling in the center, leaving a generous (about 1") margin around. Wet finger in water, wet margin of pie crust, then gently flop on side onto the other and press together, making a seal. Use the tip of a fork to make indentations (seems to help seal the pies tighter). Using a sharp knife, cut 2-3 vents on top of the pies.

Bake in oven at 375°F for about 25-35 minutes, or until crust is golden brown. The pies are prolly going to goop some; investing in non-stick baking mats, or lining your cookie sheets with tinfoil, is the smart thing to do. (I am not particularly smart. Sigh.) Wait about 10 or 15 torturous minutes before nomming, preferably with some high-quality ice-cream.
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...but it can buy you a subsistence living, a measure of dignity and a way out of grinding poverty. Check this out: a basic income experiment in Namibia where all the residents in a village are given 100 Namibian dollars per person per month. No strings attached, no exceptions. Single mothers with seven children are given $800 a month. The rich German farmer down the street gets his $100 a month, too.

The results, if this story is to be believed, have been incredible. People have started up their own businesses, like bakeries and shoe repair shops. Attendance is schools have skyrocketed (because parents can now afford the $40/month fee), and because attendance has skyrocketed, the schools can all of a sudden afford things like paper, pens and printer ink. People with AIDS are doing better, because they're able to eat properly. Theft and other crimes are getting less common, and, interestingly enough, so is the chronic alcoholism. When you have enough money to actually be productive, as opposed to waiting around feeling resentful and helpless, it seems that you're much more likely to be, y'know, productive, instead of getting drunk.

Contrast this with the attitude the relatively prosperous farmers of German descent have towards the native Namibians:

[Siggi von Lüttwitz] pays his workers, his "cadets," the minimum hourly wage of 2.21 Namibian dollars, which is about 20 euro cents, as well as rations of meat and milk, which he believes is sufficient. He knows that the people in Otjivero are hungry. "They're poor wretches," he says, "and in some ways I feel sorry for them." But giving them money? "An idiotic idea," says Lüttwitz, insisting that it isn't the right way to teach them to be hardworking.


And further in the story:

He too receives the 100 dollars a month, which he doesn't need. Compared with the people in Otjivero, Lüttwitz is rich. "I don't see what all this is supposed to achieve," he says, smoking his unfiltered cigarettes. "They're just as dirty and tattered as they were before." He doesn't believe that people have a right to a guaranteed subsistence. He says: "If I give you 100 dollars, you should at least give me 90 dollars of work in return."


I'm not sure the people who pay their workers below-subsistence wages and then are outraged at the crime rates, alcoholism and "laziness" see the connection. Why work when working all day won't buy you enough food for yourself, much less your family?

I think it comes down to a very basic maxim: treat people like untrustworthy dickbags, and they'll live down to your expectations. Give people the basic tools for autonomy and dignity, and you'll see amazing things flourish.

I almost cried when I read this part of the article:

A man went to see Dirk and Claudia Haarmann. Beaming from ear to ear, he asked: "Don't you see?" They asked him what he meant. "Don't you see? I now have trousers and a t-shirt. I am now a person."

Even dignity, it seems, can be purchased for 100 Namibian dollars a month.


I know it's only the beginning of the experiment, and the experiment may yet go down in flames, and yes, I know the reporter is telling the story with a decided slant, but I can't deny this: it gives me so much hope.
misshepeshu: (Behold the Kitty!)
The Offer: Dudes, I have a spare ticket to the UTTERLY AMAZING Decemberists/Andrew Bird/Blind Pilot show, because I bought the ticket and forgot I'm going to be in Washington D.C. this week. GARRRRRRRRRR. So much bitterness! Three of my favorite bands of all time, playing in ONE SHOW. And I'm missing it. To add salt to the wound, [livejournal.com profile] katealaurel is going, and it was going to be a beautiful commie bonding moment for us before she heads to parts unknown. GARRRRRRRRR. Anyway, you can have the ticket for what I paid for it, which is $46. E-mail me and let me know if you're interested.

The request: [livejournal.com profile] spelunkingplato found a couple of wee kittens dumped at her doorstep just a couple of days ago, and the poor mites are adorable as all hell. They're also small, thin and laden with an upper respiratory infection--which isn't serious, but is infectious to other cats (it's essentially the kitty flu, caused by either the calicivirus or herpesvirus). The problem is, [livejournal.com profile] spelunkingplato is moving in a couple days, and is moving in with somebody who's allergic to cats--and she's going to be leaving on a couple different trips out of town. She's called shelters, but hasn't been able to find anyone who'll take them who won't be likely to euthanize them (which isn't surprising--this is smack dab in the middle of Kitten and Puppy Season), and she's posted on Craigslist and various LJ communities. So a couple different things:

1. Ideally, if you are in the Portland area and can afford to foster the kittens for a few weeks (or, hell, a few days at this point would be good so [livejournal.com profile] spelunkingplato can catch her breath and figure something out), could you please take them in? (I'd do it, except I'm going to be out of town, too, and I really really really don't have the room at the moment.)

2. The kittens need vet attention, and are generally in need of Things What Cost Money like food, litter and toys. If you can't foster, can you chip in a little bit? The people involved in this impromptu rescue effort are either students or recent grads or employed in professions that don't pay super-well, and I figured that if we could muster up a couple bucks each from various friends, we can take care of all the kittens' needs without placing too much of the burden on [livejournal.com profile] spelunkingplato or her friend who's currently fostering them for a couple days. ([livejournal.com profile] spelunkingplato has been too gracious to ask for monetary help, but I'm pretty much shameless, especially when it comes to kitten rescue.)

Anyway, feel free to e-mail me, or comment on [livejournal.com profile] spelunkingplato's LJ if you're able to offer anything--even if it's just encouraging words and advice on kittens.
misshepeshu: (Rape dollars)
"Fuck the Pain Away," as sung by Miss Piggy.

Oh dear.



[livejournal.com profile] ccarrico, I think of you every time I hear that song because you introduced me to it. Therefore, my posting this on my Livejournal is ALL. YOUR. FAULT.

Also [livejournal.com profile] katealaurel's, for telling me the video existed in the first place.

Huh?

What?

Right.

On.
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My favorite thing to eat these days:

1. Slice loaf of Batard bread from New Seasons into generous slabs (really, any good French-style loaf works, but this happens to be my favorite store-bought bread)

2. Layer slices of cold butter on top.

3. Toast in toaster oven until tops are very slightly golden.

4. Slather in honey.

5. Eat while still hot.

SO GOOD

Oh dear.

May. 11th, 2009 11:20 am
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The fact that I find these even remotely funny is probably evidence that law school has, in fact, ruined me.

Cut for size and bad clipart )
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I took Critical Legal Theory this semester, and it was easily the most inspirational class I took in law school. During the course of the class, we read "Law and Politics", a law review article by David Kairys published in the George Washington Law Review in 1984. Every time I feel cranky and awful and useless, every time I struggle to remember why the hell I'm taking on so much debt just for the chance to see how mediocre I can be as a law student, I read these passages, and I remember why I want to go into the law, after all.

[The] public-private split embodies a view of the world that is embedded in the law and in society. This dichotomy is a major component of the contemporary phenomenon of hegemony. The public-private distinction lies at the core of people's acceptance of the status quo, even though it seems so easy to choose other, more humane options that could make this country a better place.

The public-private distinction divides life into two spheres. There is the public person, the citizen, who has the right to speak and to vote. In this public sphere, society recognizes total equality, complete democracy, and absolute freedom. These ideals are not always realized, but any court in the United States would espouse them. The private sphere includes nearly all economic activities, the environment, and the decisions that most affect people. Here there is no equality, and we glorify that fact. Private inequality is the American way; one can get as rich as one can get while others sink into hopeless poverty. Inequality in the private sphere is not scorned, rather it is praised and glorified as a positive aspect. There is no democracy; only the owners of property, variously defined, control what happens in the private sphere. There is a limited kind of freedom in the sense that we all have the freedom to buy and sell.

This particular ideal or way of thinking about the world was created and constructed by people. The public-private distinction developed historically. This division of people's lives is not inevitable or natural. It is not so divided everywhere else, and in many places, even in this country at earlier times, this division would be considered a crazy way to structure society. Now, however, it is depicted and accepted as if it were inevitable and natural. When workers or cities challenge a plant closing, the judge may say: "You are talking about interfering with the basic, fundamental, organizing principles of our society." I have to say, yes, I guess I am, but why not talk about it? The response is that we cannot discuss these principles in a meaningful way because they are not on the agenda. The plant closing is a legal issue; our fundamental principles are at stake, and the courts do justice. This is one of the major ways that the law perpetuates and legitimizes an ideological basis of thinking, a system of beliefs, that tends to make the existing social order seem natural, inevitable, normal and neutral.


The law is a human system. It may move slowly, but it IS responsive to human change, and I want to be one of the humans making those changes. (Among other things, I've been thinking a lot about jurisdictional issues, species conservation and global warming, and how the law is flailing for a means to address a harm as pervasive and all-encompassing as climate change.)

That's all. And now: back to finals.
misshepeshu: (Behold the Kitty!)
I will be doing not one, but TWO bookreadings in your area in the next two months or so!

The first is in the Tukwila Barnes and Noble on May 13, at 7 p.m.. Address is 300 Andover Park W, Ste. 200, Tukwila, WA 981880.

The second is at Third Place Books on June 27 at 6:30 p.m. Address is 17171 Bothell Way NE, Lake Forest Park, WA 98155.

It's going to be amazing! There will be Choose Your Own Man-Titty read-alouds, and silly Mad Libs games, and me alternately waxing rhapsodic and ranting about various and sundry subjects related to romance novels, up to and including man-titty. So come one, come all, and heckle ye forth!

(This message brought to you by the letter OH JESUS IT'S FINALS and the number I JUST WANT TO TAKE A NAP.)
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I've never had 100% whole wheat bread for dessert before, but I just did, and it was a goddamn religious experience. [livejournal.com profile] 2ce brought over some of his amazing whole wheat sandwich loaf, and I cut it into slabs, slathered (and I do mean slathered) the pieces in butter, browned them slightly in my toaster oven and then drizzled honey all over that shit.

Oh. My. God. This is probably my favorite home-made loaf, and definitely my favorite whole wheat bread. I want to drunkenly make out with this bread and then bashfully ask it to go steady with me--THAT'S how much I like it.

I need to learn the secrets of this loaf from Nick, and then make it, and transform the delicious slices into French bread and more of these amazing butter-and-honey slabs. In fact, if I ever start my own restaurant, I'd offer this bread as a dessert option--it'll come pre-toasted in butter, but I'd provide an assortment of honeys, syrups and fresh fruits in separate little containers for the customers to ladle over each bite so the bread doesn't get soggy.
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But I wrote two pieces (one of them jointly, with Sarah) for the Powell's Books Blog, and I'm actually kind of proud of them. Check 'em out:

Everything You Thought You Knew About Romance Novels, and Why It's Wrong

The Genre Ghetto's Genre Ghetto: How I Got There, and Why I Love It (The first sentence, by the way, should read "Welcome to the romance ghetto." I have a tendency to omit words and not notice at all, grrrrr. I'm looking into getting that typo corrected, because man, the paragraph doesn't make sense with the sentence as written.)
misshepeshu: (hitler says wtf)
I've been craving muffins but lacking the energy and initiative to make my own, so I decided to buy a six-pack from Trader Joe's, because while not as good as home-made, it lacks most of the gross stuff normally packed into store-bought muffins, like mono- and diglycerides, mold inhibiting chemicals, etc. This morning, as I grabbed one from the pack to bring to school, I noticed that the label said "Mini-Muffins."

These are not mini-muffins. These are the size muffins I would make when I bake, and there's nothing "mini" about them. These muffins, by my estimation, probably contain somewhere in the area of 300 calories. There's nothing "mini" about that, either; that's just over 1/4 of my ideal daily caloric intake. These muffins are "mini" only when compared to the monstrosities from Costco, which clock in between 610 and 690 calories.

It astonishes me how we're continually desensitized when it comes to serving size, because food manufacturers want to push more on us. The larger size catches our eye and fools us into thinking we're getting a better value, and the bump in ingredient cost is minimal compared to the cost of everything else. And because we don't bother to divvy our muffins into halves (the Costco muffins should be cut into thirds or quarters if we want to go for anything resembling a reasonable serving size), we end up eating the whole damn thing, or tossing the leftovers.

Anyway. Mini-muffins, my ass. The fact that they're called "mini" is kind of obscene.
misshepeshu: (Dance!)
...AND I'M TOTALLY TALKING ABOUT VAGINAS.

Also, check out how sultry and smart Sarah sounds. (I mostly sound dorky as all hell, but hey, that's why they pay me the big bucks, I guess. To sound dorky. Right. Ahem.) Anyway, Sarah on the radio = ROWR.

Sorry to everyone I've already spammed this to via e-mail and Twitter, but my moment of gloating and glee MUST CONTINUE.

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