tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-68057032024-03-14T01:10:10.605-07:00327 MarketLife behind the kitchen window.Carmenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01687973133021607701noreply@blogger.comBlogger1539125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6805703.post-16163274172737506652018-05-07T10:52:00.001-07:002018-05-07T10:52:46.704-07:00Thinking hard thoughts.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
So the Dutch and I need a bigger place for our growing family and I have a fantasy of buying a house here where I grew up.<br />
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There are so many problems with that I don't even know where to begin.<br />
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1) The houses in this town are all $1 million plus now. That's a monthly payment of what, 6K? That's more than we make.<br />
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2) We have an enormous amount of credit card debt. I finally got around to adding it all up. Ugly. <br />
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3) We have no down saved. According to something we saw on the nets, it takes a teacher 30 years to save a down for a million dollar house. I hope to retire in fewer than 30 years. Ha!<br />
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4) Our beloved family realtor died. I don't want to sound flip. She was a wonderful person and we will miss her dearly. Of course, we should probably take care of numbers 2 and 3 before we waste the time of a new realtor.<br />
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5) I don't want to rent for my whole life. I suppose it's possible. What happens when we get old? <br />
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6) Did I mention how much student loan debt we have? Also very ugly.<br />
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7) I don't want to leave the area. Of course, it's probably inevitable. We'll eventually be priced out.<br />
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8) How much do we want to stay? Enough to never go out to eat again? To cancel the kids' music lessons? To never go on a vacation? My parents essentially did this. And it's rough. I appreciate them for the sacrifices they made for us. I want my kids to inherit something, too.<br />
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Bigger California Problems.<br />
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Number 1 is a BCF. Water capacity, politicians/zoning people who care deeply about making sure we always have a surplus of luxury condos, NIMBY... the list goes on and on. Yes, we live on a peninsula, so land and water is naturally in short supply. Thirty years ago, when prices started going up... did anyone think this would get better on it's own? So many teachers over a certain age all own their own homes. But it is completely beyond my finances now. Dutch would have to start making 3x the amount he is making now. There is no way, even if I worked full time, and was on the top of the pay scale would I be able to afford a house here. Whose fail is that? Who can I blame? Where can I direct my ire? Why is it only tech workers can have the "dream" now? Fuck that.<br />
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Carmenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01687973133021607701noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6805703.post-29736753044244313012018-04-30T14:11:00.001-07:002018-04-30T14:11:10.981-07:00I can't believe I haven't written here in years.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Honestly, I am super happy to see that the googles still has this. Weird. I have been tweeting, which is easier and a lazier thing to do. I still prefer the laptop, though, for 240+ characters.<br />
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Does anyone blog anymore? I miss this a lot.<br />
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Carmenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01687973133021607701noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6805703.post-28131423258607346942015-11-08T13:45:00.003-08:002015-11-08T13:45:55.214-08:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I got away from my family for a few hours yesterday to enjoy a rare (for me) opportunity to attend an art teaching thingy. I had a lot of thoughts during the excellent presentation (<a href="http://www.vtshome.org/" target="_blank">Philip Yenawine was presenting Visual Thinking Strategies</a>)<div>
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(Hopefully) an interesting discussion ensues where all the participants are able to "see" more and learn about each other. We did it as a group with a contemporary painting showing African American people outside of either a burning/burnt church or school. I had never seen it before, and we never learned the name of the artist or the work. (I just was trying to find it on-line, no luck). The 200+ participants were mostly women, but the two men in the audience raised their hands all the time (and got called on half the time). I could have raised my hand, but I was having too much fun watching and listening to everyone else. The image could have been a Rorschach ink-blot for all the individual back-story and experience people brought. The pleasure was two-fold-- enjoying a complex and excellent painting and getting a chance to eavesdrop into the lives of perfect strangers. </div>
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<li><span style="color: #252525; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica;"><span style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;">The process reminded me of text-based Bible studies I had done in InterVarsity in college. It was a similar set-up-- people gathered around naked copies of Biblical passages, everyone armed with colored pencils, highlighters and an open mind. Of my many, many years of Bible studies, these are the ones that I remember most fondly. It was very democratic and fun. People spoke, scribbled, politely disagreed and I learned a lot about the people around me and I saw the text with fresh eyes.</span></span></li>
<li><span style="color: #252525; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica;"><span style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;">Even though I didn't share, I was very engaged. I found myself wishing church could be so good. Church has all the ingredients-- willing participants, art and/or text (mostly text, but hey, there's a lot of church art out there) and someone to lead it. Are there churches like this? I have never been to one. </span></span></li>
<li><span style="color: #252525; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica;"><span style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;">I was having spiritual feelings. "Spiritual" is hard to define, but for my purposes it means "transcendent, numinous, making the intangible accessible". There's a communal aspect to it, also. Like the enjoyment of a good meal with friends.</span></span></li>
<li><span style="color: #252525; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica;"><span style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;">I was reminded how much I love art. Art in museums, art in the classroom, art on the streets and sidewalks, art in people's homes, art in nature, art in the 'nets. Art is engagement in community, in spirituality, in world-expanding.</span></span></li>
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<span style="color: #252525; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica;"><span style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;">One of the participants challenged the speaker to justify spending precious instructional time with students on this. I nearly cried in my seat. Learning how to see, learning how to think, isn't that why we have education?</span></span></div>
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Carmenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01687973133021607701noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6805703.post-73085334668722684422015-10-13T21:40:00.000-07:002015-10-13T21:48:16.383-07:00Douglas Wilson and Books & Culture<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
One of my favorite twitter/internet trainwrecks is the ongoing Douglas Wilson debacle. True Fact-- I first heard about Douglas Wilson in a positive way from El Caballero. Apparently, El Cab tried to get a job teaching at Wilson's "seminary". (Ha ha, good times that!) Not to worry, El is still mongering books at <a href="http://www.moesbooks.com/" target="_blank">Moe's</a>.<br />
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One of the very last Christian-themed magazine subscriptions that we have hung onto over the last few back-sliding years is <a href="http://www.booksandculture.com/" target="_blank">Books and Culture</a>, 'cuz, usually, it's interesting. But imagine our shock, nay, horror, of seeing DW's byline in the contributor's section fairly regularly. So in light of the more recent debacles, we penned a "letter to the editor" slamming their choice to publish such a craven bastard.<br />
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Because I am very dubious that our epistolary brilliance will ever see the light of day, I am posting it here totally (sic)<br />
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Dear Editor,<br />
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We have been subscribers for over 4 years now, and enjoy the wide range of christian writers, perspectives and topics within the world that you bring to your readers. <br />
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That said, I am concerned that you publish articles by Douglas Wilson (July/August 2015, Jan/Feb 2014). He condones antebellum slavery (<a href="http://reformed-theology.org/html/books/slavery/southern_slavery_as_it_was.htm">http://reformed-theology.org/html/books/slavery/southern_slavery_as_it_was.htm</a>) and holds many other extreme views about women, minorities and sexual politics. What is most disturbing is that recently it has come to light how he has deals with sexual predators in his church-- viz-- putting young women in harm's way, and then blaming them for what inevitably follows. (<a href="http://www.theamericanconservative.com/dreher/douglas-wilson-steven-sitler-pride/">http://www.theamericanconservative.com/dreher/douglas-wilson-steven-sitler-pride/</a>)(Here's his defense of pedophiles in his own words <a href="http://dougwils.com/s7-engaging-the-culture/a-different-kind-of-deplorable-word.html">http://dougwils.com/s7-engaging-the-culture/a-different-kind-of-deplorable-word.html</a>). In all these issues Mr. Wilson privileges any person in a place of power (slave owner, molesting pastor) and offers them forgiveness, while ignoring the plight of the innocent whom they have abused. I do not believe that the editors or readers of this fine magazine would agree with these opinions of Mr. Wilson and quite frankly would find them directly in conflict with the Gospel. While his articles for Books and Culture may not be actively advocating these views, your decision to publish them, gives him a platform and allows him to seem mainstream.<br />
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Sincerely,<br />
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XXXXX<br />
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We used about 1500 of our allowed 2000 characters and there was no way to embed the links. I wrote the first paragraphs, and then the hubs added the last bit about the power imbalance (NB, Michel Foucault takes up a lot of shelf space here, but I haven't read him). <br />
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Carmenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01687973133021607701noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6805703.post-13316117153723740702015-04-18T06:58:00.001-07:002015-05-16T07:00:25.324-07:00I hate Pinterest<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I am the last person on the block to figure out/be given (cuz I never buy) the latest gadget or app. So, after years and years of hearing people rave about Pinterest, I finally gave it a whirl. I wanted it to stow an interesting HuffPost article about international food. I also pinned a few yummy- looking, but savory recipes. Usually I toss recipes here for future reference, or, if they are really important, I write them on index cards and put them in a special box, like my grandma did.<br />
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Here's what I pinned, as of now.<br />
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(Gar, I am having troubles getting images onto this damn blog, been trying for an hour, flick and tinypic and, of course, blogger are not letting me do this! The cruel cruel irony is that I taught a damn lesson on this yesterday, with blogger, on fucking iPads!)<br />
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That pin that looks like macaroons, that is the original HuffPo article I pinned, it is actually a review of a mail- order international snack service. The rest of my pins are savory recipes. I am following SafeEggs, my friend N, and The 5dollar dinner mom. I am grossly overweight right now, Pinterest, and I don't need reasons to make sweets. </div>
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Carmenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01687973133021607701noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6805703.post-65237409254099687062015-03-20T10:57:00.001-07:002015-03-20T10:57:56.479-07:00Meantimes.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Most of the time I am trying to just keep my head above the water. But I miss large projects, and conventions and hanging out with artists. One of these days I know the precious times of wiping little bottoms will be over and I'll have time for more elaborate creative pursuits. Like learning to play the accordion. In the meantimes, I have <a href="http://mrdoob.com/projects/harmony/" target="_blank">Mr Doob.</a><br />
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Carmenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01687973133021607701noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6805703.post-47628612858108934632014-09-22T13:01:00.001-07:002014-09-22T13:01:53.303-07:00Pressure Cooker Applesauce<p dir="ltr">5 large Granny Smith apples<br> 1 T cinnamon</p> <p dir="ltr">Peel and slice apples into large chunks</p> <p dir="ltr">Put into cooker with cinnamon</p> <p dir="ltr">8 minutes</p> <p dir="ltr">Natural release</p> <p dir="ltr">(I didn't invent this either, but I couldn't find the timing for apples in any of my notes!)</p> Carmenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01687973133021607701noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6805703.post-79850232286321569442014-09-21T15:38:00.001-07:002014-09-21T15:38:10.816-07:00Pudding!<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Uw5IRKW-uOM/VB9TU0Xv_wI/AAAAAAAAFGo/tnBsFIN1XQI/s1600/IMG_20140921_083839_687-790818.jpg"><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Uw5IRKW-uOM/VB9TU0Xv_wI/AAAAAAAAFGo/tnBsFIN1XQI/s320/IMG_20140921_083839_687-790818.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_6061655240584724226" /></a></p><p dir="ltr">I am loving this liquid diet! (Only if I get to cook for myself, though). I made this cornstarch pudding recipe, subbing 3 T of cocoa + 1 T oc coconut oil for the baking chocolate and coconut sugar for the white sugar. DAMN DELICIOUS. In fact, I gave myself a very painful jaw spasm trying to shovel this into my pudding hole.</p> <p dir="ltr">NB, the recipe calls for nearly 20 minutes of uninterrupted stirring. I did a lot of stirring, but not that much (I have a life, yo!). I don't have a double boiler, but I used my flame tamer's accumulated heat to do the last 10 minutes of cooking. </p> <p dir="ltr">The texture, after it cooled, was amazing. Nearly as semi-solid as jello and so so smooth. Not a single whiff of cornstarch flavor (the prolonged cooking/stirring takes care of that). Absolutely a dessert I'd proudly serve to friends, and worth the effort.</p> Carmenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01687973133021607701noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6805703.post-16174591832140147592014-09-20T08:55:00.001-07:002014-09-20T08:56:02.992-07:00Quite a bit of vicodin later...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Good friend posted this <a href="https://m.facebook.com/notes/annie-dote/red-lentil-soup/10151806996799001/" target="_blank">Red lentil soup</a> recipe last year. Made it last night, and just blended the onion topping right into it.<br />
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Carmenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01687973133021607701noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6805703.post-80691042225153955952014-09-18T23:28:00.002-07:002014-09-19T19:21:02.620-07:00only the dumb teeth remain...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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My sister and I drove for over an hour through the worst San Francisco morning commute traffic to go to the maxillofacial surgeon this morning. When I arrived the receptionist asked me if I had eaten breakfast. Since I had eaten breakfast they were going to have to push back my wisdom tooth appointment for another couple of hours, apparently they didn't want it gracing their faces or ceilings. During that time I met Joe at his work and wandered to the Ferry Building. It was a good thing I had eaten breakfast since Joe had made me two generous Black Fogs for dessert last night and it took quite a lot of water and buttered toast to get my brain back online. Finally the hour arrived with heavy steps I returned back to the doctor's office. They hooked me up with a couple of leads, the blood pressure cuff, and a monitor for my blood oxygen. I was a little bit nervous about my blood pressure but it was sort of normal for me and not at all alarming<br />
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The doctor arrived and I made the mistake of looking at all of his terrifying stainless steel, scary tools; medieval claws, and pliers with jagged teeth, pointy sharp things with ergonomic handles, and more that I didn't want to see (because some things you can never unsee). A nice Russian nurse gave me a panoramic x-ray earlier and larger than life on the wall was the image of my my teeth looking incredibly straight and regular and strange with two black holes where my sinuses should be. I stared at the silly sinuses for that hour wondering what on earth was in them.<br />
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This is what I remember of my x-ray. I only had three wisdom teeth. One of them had a root that went into my sinus cavity, I really didn't want a passage connecting my sinus to the back of my mouth. I can hardly wait to see next year's x- rays.<br />
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The Doc asked me if I was still awake. I said, "yes" and the next thing I know, they are pulling wads of gauze out of my mouth, and various other objects I can feel but not see. Like three little pebbles, my teeth sat proudly on the tray. For a half muddled moment I was completely confused. A nurse pointed them out. Can I keep them? I asked. She disappeared and returned with a little, hermetically sealed, windowed bag, with my teeth clanking inside.<br />
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They left as suddenly as they appeared, and it was just me and the monitor with my vital numbers. My face felt mostly dead. With strange gaps and odd mounds of flesh I doubted were my own. I was afraid of drooling. I sat there for a while, watching other patients get x-rayed, and potential clients getting a tour. Just as I was about to ask someone what I was supposed to be doing, the receptionist told me Joe was on his way. As the nurse escorted me out to Joe's illegally parked car, she pressed a bag of directions, a plastic syringe and a small stack of gauze into my hands.<br />
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Once at home, I experienced a small thrill. I love culinary challenges, and a liquid diet would be fun. My dad actually pureed an entire cheese burger for my mom when she had hers out, using ketchup as the suspending liquid. She drank it, she didn't have a choice. I am well enough to cook for myself.<br />
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**A Liquid Diet for a Moronic, Masticationally-Challenged Mouth.**<br />
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*Ensure-Flavored Smoothy for Lactationally Inclined Mammaries.*<br />
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**Said's Oriental Hoo Doo Soup**<br />
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Start the stock first and preheat oven to 350° F<br />
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Leftover chicken parts<br />
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Small dried Mexican chillies<br />
Coarsely chopped nubbin of ginger<br />
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Sweet potatoes<br />
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Onion<br />
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Glug of EVOO<br />
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Roast for an hour.<br />
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Thoroughly blend.<br />
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Salt and pepper to taste.<br />
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Since everything was already hot, serve immediately.<br />
<br />
Garnish with a dollup of yoghurt and a drizzle of hot sauce.<br />
<br />
This is related to the roasted butternut squash soup I have blogged about over the years. I got the idea originally from Bittman (I think). All I know is that I certainly didn't invent it.<br />
<br />
<a href="http://www.momschinesekitchen.com/chinese-chicken-soup-with-herbs/" target="_blank">this blog</a> helped demystify the Chinese soup mix packets. I love them because they are cheap, supposedly great for recovery, they make wonderful soup base, they are aesthetically pleasing (even though the material usually ends up in the compost, depending on which kind) and they are natural.<br />
<br />
**Black Fog**<br />
<br />
(Treacherous at night.)<br />
1/2 oz<br />
Chambourd, poured in first<br />
<br />
1 Guinness, carefully poured on top.<br />
<br />
Sip, even though every fiber of your sugar-loving blood will scream for you to chug.<br />
<br />
Now that I have huge holes in the back of my mouth, and am on antibiotics, I will be abstaining. This recipe is here just for your edification and should not be construed as advice.<br />
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Carmenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01687973133021607701noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6805703.post-37066358884289260432014-09-01T10:16:00.001-07:002014-09-01T10:16:24.981-07:00Ten Books that Haunt<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Maybe the original prompt from Eleven was "ten books that stick with you" but since I don't seem to see any tomes actually stuck to my person, I am going to narrow it to the books that come to memory in those viking-saturated gloamings of dusk (and, less often, dawn).<br />
<br />
Borges.<br />
<br />
Was it the Infinite Library, or the deadly labyrinths on imagined rocky coasts of an England that only existed in Argentina? Can't say. But it's in his collected stories.<br />
<br />
Eco.<br />
<br />
While I am thinking about libraries, hauntings and infinity and Italians Who Owe Borges, this is the moment for Umberto. My copy of the Name of the Rose came from a house of a smoker, so, in my mind, those sneaky monks always had a Marlboro hanging out of their lips.<br />
<br />
Searching For Anna, by Michaele Benedict<br />
<br />
Because neighbor. Because friend. Because heartbreak and parenthood can take the floor out of the firmest bedrock.<br />
<br />
The Man Who Was Thursday by GK Chesterton<br />
<br />
If the monochromatic ink 'n paper page of a cheapo Penguin Edition can burst with color, then...<br />
How many eye-breaking synonyms for "red" does the English language have?<br />
Are all anarchists ginger-haired?<br />
Does cinnabar taste like cinnamon?<br />
Is the Back more interesting than the Front?<br />
<br />
Til We Have Faces by CS Lewis<br />
<br />
Was written after CS got acquainted with an actual woman. (it shows, marvelously, thank you, Joy).<br />
<br />
The First 3 Installments of Stephen King's Dark Tower Series (but not the whole thing)<br />
<br />
I haven't read a lot of King, and I liked how these books seem like he didn't really plan ahead, but just followed the long. loping strides of his imagination. But then, his imagination got tired at book 4, and so did I.<br />
<br />
Sea and Poison Shusako Endo<br />
<br />
Maybe he was just following orders, but the doctor of the Sea and Poison was haunted by more of what he did than was ever done to him.<br />
<br />
Mark Twain<br />
<br />
Why, of all the Twain I have enjoyed, the only title I can think of is the brown, canvas copy of Christian Science that I picked up at Bell's Bookstore (in Palo Alto) as a 16 year old. Twain is universally loved (at least here) and my copy of his Complete Works is thoroughly thumbed. Maybe it was the smell of his his story-loving, cult-hating soul that seeped through the yellowed pages. Or maybe its the description of his broken leg that takes up the entire first chapter.<br />
<br />
The Wind Up Bird Chronicle by Haruki Murakami<br />
Gravity's Rainbow Thomas Pynchon<br />
<br />
I am putting these two books together because I checked them out of the same library (the Richmond Branch), I read them in the same basement at 419 11th Ave, I was pregnant with the same person, they have similar themes (war, absurdity, magical realism), and the same barf bowl rested on the pillow next to my head.<br />
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2666 by Roberto Bolano<br />
<br />
Another pregnancy read (maybe its the hormones that haunt), this one on the shady porch of a St Helena farmhouse. A great spot to read about unsolved homicides, frustrated professors and shady German serial killers.<br />
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Carmenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01687973133021607701noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6805703.post-28859788608773894742014-07-02T18:01:00.001-07:002014-07-02T18:01:04.762-07:00Too Tart Rhubarb Pie<p dir="ltr">I am always losing this recipe. So I'm going to post it here so I don't forget it. <br></p> <p dir="ltr">Martha Stewart pie dough via Cooking for Geeks.</p> <p dir="ltr">300 grams flour<br> Two cubes Butter<br> 59 grams ice cold water<br> 1 teaspoon salt<br> 1 teaspoon sugar</p> <p dir="ltr">Grate the butter into a bowl.</p> <p dir="ltr">Add flour, sugar and salt.</p> <p dir="ltr">Stir</p> <p dir="ltr">Sprinkle the water on mixture. Use hands to knead until it holds together. Roll into two balls, wrap in plastic and put into the fridge for a half hour at least.</p> <p dir="ltr">Filling</p> <p dir="ltr">2 pounds rhubarb chopped<br> Scant cup of sugar <br> Third of a cup of cornstarch <br> 1 teaspoon good quality cinnamon<br> Pinch of salt</p> <p dir="ltr">Stir until all of the corn starch is dissolved.</p> <p dir="ltr">Roll out one ball of dough put into the pie pan. Pour in the filling. Bake at 375 to 400 degrees Fahrenheit 4 about an hour.</p> <p dir="ltr">I was originally inspired by Michael Ruhlman's Bebop a rhubarb pie recipe in his book Ratios. But it never ever quite worked for me. I usually burnt the pie and it was far too sweet. Then I read about making pie dough in Cooking for Geeks. I grew up hating pie crusts because my mother always skimped on the butter. I didn't know what the problem was all I knew was I really hated dry, tough crusts. This recipe actually makes enough pie crust for two pies. I usually freeze the extra dough for a later pie. It's the entire cube of butter in the crust that makes this so delicious. If you were trying to cut back on fats I recommend just baking this filling in ramekins. It's better to just skip the crust then to make a bad crust. I forget how much sugar Ruhlman originally called for it in his book. 1 cup of sugar still leave the pie painfully tart but I like it that way. Another thing that really irritates me about the original recipes is that they call for using a food processor for the pie dough. Obviously ladies have been making pie dough long before the food processor was invented. Normally I love to buy ridiculous kitchen appliances. But for some reason I haven't gotten around to getting a food processor mostly because I don't have room for it. And I have been able to get along without it. This is not a plea for a food processor. Just make sure your butter is very cold or possibly frozen before you start grating it.</p> <p dir="ltr">I have never seen a rhubarb plant. If somebody would ask me to describe what it is I would say its a cross between strawberry, lemons and celery. When I was young my mother's cousin Marla would send these ridiculous boxes of things for the holidays. Most of the time we weren't sure what to do with the odd assortment of treasures and garbage. Occasionally included in the box would be a jar of her homemade rhubarb preserves. The preserves were a wonderful combination of tart and sweet and other flavors I couldn't put my finger on. She said that the rhubarb plants grow like weeds in her St Paul backyard. I imagine that Minnesota must be some sort of Garden of Eden if she considers a magical plant like rhubarb to be a weed. I just paid for $4.99 a pound for rhubarb this week. I probably wouldn't torture a rhubarb virgin with this version of pie. Just as I have learned never to waste artichokes on artichoke-rubes. (Twice I have had people turn their noses up at artichokes, oh the horror!) I usually get my rhubarb at the Andreotti Family Farm. Terry says she grows it right there. So maybe there is hope that I can turn my yard into a rhubarb Garden of Eden.<br> <br></p> Carmenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01687973133021607701noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6805703.post-77978043927783758232013-11-07T06:35:00.001-08:002013-11-07T06:35:02.015-08:00Good Bye Little Bean<p dir="ltr">I was 11 weeks, 6 days into my pregnancy.</p> <p dir="ltr">Nov 5th, morning. I had some mild cramping, some spotting and a brown discharge. I was late for work and I had a prenatal appointment that afternoon. I figured whatever it was, it could wait. </p> <p dir="ltr">Had a sh*tty day at work. </p> <p dir="ltr">Went to the clinic early, when cramps got sharp and I could feel blood coming out. </p> <p dir="ltr">Saw my OB and, not surprisingly, he had sad news. </p> <p dir="ltr">There was a lot of blood and material. Thank God, I didn't have to see it. I went home with a heavy heart, picked up hubs from work and we walked a little. My OB prescribed something that started with an M and codein. </p> <p dir="ltr">I bled a lot more, and passed more clots. </p> <p dir="ltr">I have such mixed feeling~~ a little irrational guilt, sadness, relief to not have to wade through the beaurocratic red tape of Kaiser and SFUSD, relief of not having to take maternity leave or go through labor. </p> <p dir="ltr">I have tried to give myself space to cry. My body is recovering quickly-- besides some GI upsets caused by codein, I physically feel OK. Its so strange to not be pregnant. <br> </p> Carmenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01687973133021607701noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6805703.post-40588293507345184052013-11-05T05:45:00.001-08:002013-11-05T05:45:23.544-08:00Dreams<p dir="ltr">Yesterday</p> <p dir="ltr">I dreamed I was late for work, in La Honda, and my only vehicle was a broken down VW Scirocco (sp?) And as I stumbled through the trees there was a huge school clock hovering over my head mocking me with my lateness.</p> <p dir="ltr">This morning</p> <p dir="ltr">I was so excited because I was going to take Joe to my special place in Grammie's house ~ the secret room in the attic (this is a reoccuring dream). When we got there, there was a new gate, but the lock was open and we pushed through. It had been remodelled as an Asian mall with throngs of people, a theater and a fresh prep restaurant where you could order pufferfish sashimi. I was so disappointed.</p> <p dir="ltr">Second dream</p> <p dir="ltr">I was wandering through a sculpture gallery (another reoccuring dream) and I ran into Paul Simon and we started chatting and he asked me if any of the art was mine. I admitted that I hadn't done any art in 6 years since I had kids. I asked him to dance and he said yes, and we twirled and spun through the gallery. The floors had been newly waxed and it smelled lemony and woody and I led.</p> Carmenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01687973133021607701noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6805703.post-60595310378436769902013-08-31T07:09:00.001-07:002013-08-31T07:09:37.562-07:00What started off as a half-facetious Facebook status<p dir="ltr">File under "confusing student questions"<br> 1) Mrs Daniel, is this an art project?<br> 2) This thingy isn't working. (Okay, it is a statement, but still, how am I supposed to respond to that?)<br> 3) I can't put this kid's question into a pithy quote, but what I understood (or rather didn't) was that the digital file he wanted to turn in was on his Xbox and he wanted to "remake" it in the lab and what was I going to do about that. To which I tried to make him understand my powers of omniscience, telepathy and teleportation were actually quite poor, and while I was flattered he thought so highly of me, he would simply have to follow my directions for making a new digital file.</p> <p dir="ltr">The reason these existential kid question were notable (especially #1) is that the deep reason I love teaching kids and not adults is that I am deeply deeply existentially lazy. I love teaching technique and processes. I love explicating tools and procedures. I love getting to know the kids and being a part of their lives. But please please don't ask me to put a lifetime of philosophical questioning and private ponderings into a 54 minute format with 33 squirming tweens. Additianlly, maybe I should be thrilled, but this is the first time in my kid-ed career where I was challenged at an intellectual level I just can't reach myself. </p> <p dir="ltr">Did I just admit my teaching praxis is intellectually shallow? Well, don't worry, dear reader, I am not about to spiral off that existential cliff. I will show up to class on Tuesday. I will keep plugging along.</p> <p dir="ltr">Ha ha, nice segue Mrs Daniel</p> <p dir="ltr">GL has been watching a lot of Thomas the Train lately. To be honest, I enjoy watching it with her. I would love to build those models, that would be such a fun job and I enjoy seeing how creative and clever the model builders are. I love Alec Baldwin's voice. And the stories are great-- a cross between Austen-like comedy-of-manners and literal trainwrecks. And the theme! I can send G into paroxisms of glee when I pick it out on the penny whistle.</p> <p dir="ltr">The engines are like kids. They try hard to please Sir Topham Hat, the director. He is liberal with his praise-- its clear he likes the engines to be obedient, useful and hardworking. Which is totally fair, he's got a train company to run.</p> <p dir="ltr">And that is as deep as it is. Far be it from me to criticize Thomas. My teaching is about as deep as Thomas's rails. We have our schedules and our rails. We have our Sir Topham Hats, and our Sir Topham Hats have their Sir Topham Hats. We have places to be and milestones to meet. We have our equipment that is unreliable, we have our trainwrecks, we have our comedies of manners and cross-purposes.</p> <p dir="ltr">The obvious critique is, of course, where everything falls apart. The kids aren't engines, and neither am I. And sometimes they ask sticky questions that seem simple, but that I have no pat answer to. And at those points, I am reminded that there is a wild and exciting world, beyond the edges of Sodor.</p> Carmenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01687973133021607701noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6805703.post-4098557872857881582013-04-26T14:58:00.001-07:002013-04-26T14:58:48.895-07:00perfect Mexican hot chocolate Icecream<style type="text/css">.flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; }.flickr-yourcomment { }.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; }</style><div class="flickr-frame"> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/happygoat/8683647781/" title="photo sharing"><img src="http://farm9.staticflickr.com/8522/8683647781_0e632289a7.jpg" class="flickr-photo" alt="" /></a><br /> <span class="flickr-caption"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/happygoat/8683647781/">perfect Mexican hot chocolate Icecream</a>, originally uploaded by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/happygoat/">camille94019</a>.</span></div> <p class="flickr-yourcomment"> </p>Carmenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01687973133021607701noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6805703.post-41160597894639811612013-04-04T12:27:00.001-07:002013-04-04T12:27:46.882-07:00Gracie on the BART<style type="text/css">.flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; }.flickr-yourcomment { }.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; }</style><div class="flickr-frame"> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/happygoat/8620309494/" title="photo sharing"><img src="http://farm9.staticflickr.com/8529/8620309494_c34a0fa83a.jpg" class="flickr-photo" alt="" /></a><br /> <span class="flickr-caption"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/happygoat/8620309494/">Gracie on the BART</a>, originally uploaded by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/happygoat/">camille94019</a>.</span></div> <p class="flickr-yourcomment"> </p>Carmenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01687973133021607701noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6805703.post-28232524336597024512013-03-10T08:16:00.001-07:002013-03-10T08:16:10.341-07:00Gracie's first Barbie!<style type="text/css">.flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; }.flickr-yourcomment { }.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; }</style><div class="flickr-frame"> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/happygoat/8544315977/" title="photo sharing"><img src="http://farm9.staticflickr.com/8511/8544315977_78a74e87c7.jpg" class="flickr-photo" alt="" /></a><br /> <span class="flickr-caption"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/happygoat/8544315977/">Gracie's first Barbie!</a>, originally uploaded by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/happygoat/">camille94019</a>.</span></div> <p class="flickr-yourcomment"> </p>Carmenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01687973133021607701noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6805703.post-11529290365224905812013-01-19T13:26:00.001-08:002013-01-19T13:26:18.083-08:00the bissel o'love<style type="text/css">.flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; }.flickr-yourcomment { }.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; }</style><div class="flickr-frame"> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/happygoat/8395399901/" title="photo sharing"><img src="http://farm9.staticflickr.com/8186/8395399901_35af6a558e.jpg" class="flickr-photo" alt="" /></a><br /> <span class="flickr-caption"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/happygoat/8395399901/">the bissel o'love</a>, originally uploaded by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/happygoat/">camille94019</a>.</span></div> <p class="flickr-yourcomment"> </p>Carmenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01687973133021607701noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6805703.post-71291722531992747112012-12-16T08:26:00.001-08:002012-12-16T08:26:56.485-08:00gracie @ the hop n play<style type="text/css">.flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; }.flickr-yourcomment { }.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; }</style><div class="flickr-frame"> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/happygoat/8278293396/" title="photo sharing"><img src="http://farm9.staticflickr.com/8206/8278293396_e4edc97e9a.jpg" class="flickr-photo" alt="" /></a><br /> <span class="flickr-caption"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/happygoat/8278293396/">gracie @ the hop n play</a>, originally uploaded by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/happygoat/">camille94019</a>.</span></div> <p class="flickr-yourcomment"> </p>Carmenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01687973133021607701noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6805703.post-79520753492257202242012-11-16T21:36:00.001-08:002012-11-16T21:40:40.636-08:00LuLu<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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I think LuLu is down. This is a big deal. Putting the toddler down
to bed can be tricky. LuLu is starting to figure out how to stall. She
wants to go to the bathroom, suddenly she is thirsty. My favorite is
"we forgot to talk to Jesus". My mini-spiritual adviser. <br />
<br />
I
just got back from Costco. My tires were bald, and I had been putting
off the inevitable and then suddenly the Rains came and I realized
driving was now a hazard. I missed putting the kids down. I couldn't
resist when I walked in the door and I saw LuLu's legs sticking out from
behind the wall on the landing. I also couldn't resist when she told
me she wanted milk. Talking is so new to her and I that I completely
melt when she asks for things by name now. She has been a bit slower
to talk than her age peers, but it makes what she does say all the more
precious.</div>
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Carmenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01687973133021607701noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6805703.post-52531855675850689472012-10-16T21:33:00.001-07:002012-10-16T21:33:08.516-07:00austin's first ride<style type="text/css">.flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; }.flickr-yourcomment { }.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; }</style><div class="flickr-frame"> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/happygoat/8095984986/" title="photo sharing"><img src="http://farm9.staticflickr.com/8050/8095984986_b6ed530f87.jpg" class="flickr-photo" alt="" /></a><br /> <span class="flickr-caption"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/happygoat/8095984986/">austin's first ride</a>, originally uploaded by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/happygoat/">camille94019</a>.</span></div> <p class="flickr-yourcomment"> </p>Carmenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01687973133021607701noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6805703.post-33705659366411229912012-10-16T17:06:00.001-07:002012-10-16T17:06:38.504-07:00<style type="text/css">.flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; }.flickr-yourcomment { }.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; }</style><div class="flickr-frame"> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/happygoat/8095414659/" title="photo sharing"><img src="http://farm9.staticflickr.com/8464/8095414659_53186b7ea4.jpg" class="flickr-photo" alt="" /></a><br /> <span class="flickr-caption"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/happygoat/8095414659/">Untitled</a>, originally uploaded by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/happygoat/">camille94019</a>.</span></div> <p class="flickr-yourcomment"> </p>Carmenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01687973133021607701noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6805703.post-48257072570413783002012-09-27T20:55:00.001-07:002012-09-27T20:55:38.423-07:00Drawing<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Xko1AomqH5Q/UGUfuxmodmI/AAAAAAAAAfI/7xJMjndWKHc/s1600/2012-09-27%2B10.13.10-738424.jpg"><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Xko1AomqH5Q/UGUfuxmodmI/AAAAAAAAAfI/7xJMjndWKHc/s320/2012-09-27%2B10.13.10-738424.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5793071384131827298" /></a></p><p>I drew a picture today!</p> Carmenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01687973133021607701noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6805703.post-9445389499637552602012-09-15T11:21:00.004-07:002012-09-15T11:21:53.928-07:00Us and Them<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<a href="http://soundcloud.com/camille94037/blog-entry-9-15-12b" target="_blank">My thoughts on this. </a><br />
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For information about the <a href="http://www.kcet.org/news/ballotbrief/elections2012/propositions/whos-funding-prop-32-prohibiting-contributions-through-payroll-deductions.html" target="_blank">funding of Prop 32</a><br />
<a href="http://ca.lwv.org/lwvc/pdf/2012-Prop-32-launch-release.pdf" target="_blank"><br /></a>
<a href="http://ca.lwv.org/lwvc/pdf/2012-Prop-32-launch-release.pdf" target="_blank">The League of Women Voters Press Release</a>.</div>
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