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Interests: The X-Files, cats, coffee, aliens, life.
I like to post about: Mulder and Scully and how they are the OTP, occasional personal stuff. I love my cats and if I can figure out how to add a picture, maybe I will. I drink a lot of coffee and I complain about that.
About Me/Other Info: If you Google my name, you will see I have written erotica not related to fandom, penned a movie script, and graduated from HS (lol) I'm queer in some way, still figuring out the specifics, and I'm a liberal. No trumpsters, sexists/racists/homophobes please. As long as you are a nice person I'll be nice back. :) I'm also mentally and chronically ill, so you might see stuff about that but not too much.
Oh god, Lindy West on The Sporkful on being fat and food and basically our cultural fat shaming. It's amazing because I love her confidence and she's very charismatic.
What I love is how the topic even goes to her husband, who is tall, skinny, what people associate with hot (at the time it was recorded, it was even pointed out he had to bulk up for a role on file), and she's not despite how they work out together. I can't recommend this episode enough.
But there's also some amusing tidbits, like making paninis in the Qantas lounge, which makes me only envy her because there is nothing more amazing than having the privilege of flying first class.
I also know it sounds like I listen to endless Sporkful, but I don't, honest! Their content is just that good.
Now that I think about it, there was a Cracked podcast on 17 Movies that were total disasters behind the scenes. It helped emphasize that:
-Marlon Brando was a farting maniac that read his lines off babies
-The Godfather was never supposed to actually work
-Italians actually were still a minority in the 70's
-You don't really want to be an actor under Stanley Kubrick
Jeon episode 2
This time it was mix of slaw, julienned parilla, green onions, corn, and clams. Less water this time. I think it lacks the crispy greatness, so I need it to be soupy, or I need to use more oil at high heat.
I can't stop it, I love this commercial!
Also worked on lotus root for the first time. Simple recipe.
-peel lotus root
-chop lotus root sideways, quarter to half-inch slices
-dip in mixture of rice flour with salt
-dip in egg
I did the same with tofu.
The thing about both is to use a good sauce to absorb with the texture. I used soy with a bit of vinegar, sesame seeds, sesame oil, pepper flakes, and chopped green onions. Everything came out like I remember and it was like taking a taste of nostalgia. The best thing about lotus root is the crunch, it's like a potato chip/water chestnut kind of crunch to it but with a much better flavor retention.
Today I'll make use of the rest of the perilla by wrapping salisbury steak morsels with it and then doing another batter fry. I think it'll be fine, but I'm running out of olive oil quickly at this rate.
I'll add more to say if I have time. Still no time for photos! No rest for the weary.
In a way I'm kind of used to not sleeping properly and most of my coping methods work most of the time. This is a special circumstance. I know I'm stressed and anxious, I don't deal with change and I'm not sleeping right because of it. I probably won't sleep right for weeks, if not months, because of it. I do have a prescription for sleeping pills if I need them and I hate them but I might have to rely on them for a while.
Too much of a lack of sleep makes all the other shit even harder to deal with... and as with vicious circles round and round we go.
S is also struggling to sleep properly because of the cast on her leg. She's not napping so much during the day either because she's not taking so many painkilers. S is not used to not getting enough sleep and she's getting really grouchy with it. She's also making herself wired by drinking caffeine to wake herself up but isn't doing anything to work off the energy... and so she can't sleep.
I feel really bad for her. She's has never had insomnia. She's seen me dealing with it for years and she told me that now she's experienced it just a little and has a vague idea of just some of what I go through, she told me she doesn't know how I cope. She made me cry when she cuddled me and said she was proud of me for keeping fighting through the darkness.
I feel really bad for J actually. He's got both of us suffering with sleep deprivation and being tired and irritable. How he doesn't yell at us when we're both being bitches I don't know. He just shrugs and says he knows he don't mean it, and he also said to me there'd be no point and that it would resolve anything. That man is a saint.
I probably had a point when I sat down and started to write but that was about 15 minutes ago now and I don't actually remember anymore. I'm tired, like the kind of tired where if I close my eyes too long I might actually go to sleep so I might crawl into bed. Even if all I do is nap for a few hours and I'm wide awake again after, I think that would be better than sitting here for 2 hours until 'bedtime'. I know I'm supposed to 'maintain regular sleep patterns' but I think in the current situation, sleeping when tired is more important.
IT IS DONE. THE HANDLE IS DONE AND I CAN FINALLY GET ON WITH OTHER THINGS.
Moving content from the dying drive is slow and tortuous. I can't even get it to repair properly. I need to get it to safe mode and get it working. Ran out of canned air. Two cans to make up for it!
Latest Sporkful: Roald Dahl's cookbook. They interviewed Dahl's children and the foods that he made for them and the stories he'd invent just to add magical whimsy while encouraging them to eat healthy. Imagine it was like eating dinner with Dr. Seuss; some of the recipe ideas seem to be built around being playful with the concepts and (minor spoiler) they feel that Willy Wonka was an analogue for Mr. Dahl himself--given how much I feared Gene Wilder as a candy murderer, I don't know how to feel about that, but I think he would have liked knowing that too, hah.
He also makes recipes with someone on Youtube (Binging with Babish) who is known for making recipes as seen in famous tv and movie shows, along with some trivia from "Matilda."
Vines still thriving, no flowers yet beyond a bud from a young squash. Took some photos to catch some of the bugs around, to some limited effect. One I wish I got a photo of was a six spotted tiger beetle which was gorgeous. I also found out it was quite a helpful little buddy in clearing my plot of pests along with the occasional spring peeper that hops on by on wetter days.
I was inspired from this short and decided that it would make for a nice experiment since there's a birthday coming by the end of this week. It's quick! It's easy! It's finger food (sort of), and I tried to make it at home.
-Mix 1 cup cake flour with 1/2 cup rice flour and 2 tbsp salt
-Add two eggs
-Add water, 1 1/2 cups (maybe less is better?). Mix to battery goodness
-Throw in julienned potatoes, green onions, jalapenos, littleneck clams, and shelled tiny shrimp. Mix.
-Grease and heat skillet to high heat
-Using a ladle, dollop some in, try to distro the contents as you cook.
-One the edges look like they are darkening into crispness, flip.
-Once finished, place on cutting board, using knife and cut into squares. Serve with soy and vinegar.
I think I used too much water as it was difficult to flip, but it still came off really well. The rice flour and the cake flour adds to the crispness of the experience which is what I wanted especially. Michelle approved, so it's good!
Thinking about it further, it made me realize as well that I was missing a few other things I wanted to do if I was doing the traditional party food, so I asked Michelle if she wanted to take a trip to Boston. H-Mart is next to a Cheesecake Factory, so I think that was all we needed to get going! To Burlington (er, MA) we go!
The trip wasn't too bad. The beautiful weather guaranteed that everyone else was going out of the state rather than into MA. In Burlington, we dined on salad and buffalo blasts (she missed salad. SHE MISSED SALAD! I'M SO HAPPY THAT WE HAD AN EXCUSE TO EAT SALAD!!!) and then we went to H-Mart where I acted like a dog in a butcher shop.
"HEY LOOK THEY HAVE LYCHEES! HEY HEY LOOK THERE'S SAMPLES OF MEAT WE CAN TRY! HEY HEY I THINK WE NEED THIS! CAN WE GET THIS OH WAIT I HAVE THE SHOPPING BAGS SO YES WE ARE GETTING THEM! WHOAH LOOK LOOK AT THIS WE CAN'T GET THIS HERE, I SHOULD MARK THIS SPOT SO I NEVER FORGET WE WERE HERE"
...okay, so maybe not *entirely* like a dog. point is, I got the things that we needed for my ingredients list (lotus roots and perilla) and they were all freaking cheap.
My dad wants to push his acupuncture business deeper and wants to get his website updated as well as his photos, so is asking me to come down and do this. He said he'll pay. I feel kind of like we don't really get to meet them much these days anyway, and I honestly wish we had more time in VT, but since it's for my dad's business, sure I'll go (I doubt I can get him to do this gratis though, but I can't really disapprove of getting more money in our wallets).
So I'm taking Friday off to fit with his schedule.
-Which is when that birthday is. I guess I'll make some on Wednesday and then bring it on Thursday and tell them it's for them for Friday?
Anyway, backlog is backlogging, so I'll get back to work. So much more to say, but I'm tired and a bit too silly right now to elaborate. Hope everyone's good!
I'm a 33 year old Scottish woman, trying to get my journal groove back. I'm a mum of three boys from teen to newborn, and work in healthcare but (thankfully) I'm on maternity leave just now. I mainly write about daily life, the struggles and highlights of attempting to adult and parent and be healthy as a highly strung, stressed over-thinker who doesn't like herself most of the time.
Wow, I sound fun. Should I mention that there will be wine, gin and chocolate?
I was obsessed with my Livejournal back in the day - I started it back in 2003 and even though I've only dipped in and out of it in recent years, writing is still very much how I make sense of my life and my mind. That's why I'm trying to reignite that obsession I once had...though it's difficult with increasing grown up responsibilities and shrinking time of my own to put
I swear and I like to write no-holds-barred. I'm very liberal and support choice - be that choice of who you love, choice over your reproductive options, or just the freedom to chose what you're going to watch on telly tonight. I'm doing my Masters in weight management so I try to live healthily through fitness (like dancing and weight training, albeit on a very beginner level) and healthy eating, but more often than not find myself alone amongst the crumbs at the bottom of a packet of biscuits. I'm book obsessed (mainly literary fiction and never fantasy, chick-lit, or much sci-fi), love a good tv series (Mr Robot, Stranger Things, The Handmaid's Tale, OITNB, Top of the Lake and Homeland have been recent highlights), and sometimes I even get out to see friends. Some or none of this may come out in my writing.
Along with a lack of time, I guess part of why I've lost touch with my journal has been my shrinking friends list. It's hard to make time to update when it feels increasingly like you're just shouting into a void. So I'd love it if anyone out there who is in a similar place in life or who is into similar things would like to take a punt on my journal. I wont promise a very active journal but I am going to try, and I'm also going to try and be a good friend in return.
It's a good job I've been with my husband for ten years, because I'd suck at filling out a dating profile. Feel free to swipe left (or is it right...? I'm not on Tinder).
Also noting that Star Trek: Discovery is being carried outside of the US and Canada by Netflix.
One of the supporting cast ships in the new series is USS Shenzhou NCC-1227.
Wondering if the dedication plaque will credit the Dalian Yards in mainland China for that starship. Dalian is where mainland China's first aircraft carrier, the Liaonang, was refitted to their navy's requirements.
Kurt Atterberg (1887-1974) was a part-time musician for his entire life, and yet was one of the most prolific composers of the 20th century with nine symphonies and five operas to his name among other works. He got his start in music later than most: he did not study music or play an instrument at all until he started cello lessons at 15. But he was a prodigy in some sense, in that he won a seat in the cello section of the Royal Stockholm Philharmonic just six years after he first picked up the instrument, while he was an engineering student. By that time, he had already begun to teach himself to compose. Immediately upon completing his degree in electrical engineering in 1911 he was awarded a fellowship to study composition at the Royal College of Music, Stockholm, on the basis of his Rhapsody for Piano and Orchestra and an incomplete draft of his first symphony. In 1912, the same year that he had the first public performance of his music -- his first symphony, with Atterberg himself conducting -- he accepted a position at the Swedish Patent Office. He continued to work as a patent examiner until he was 81, while continuing to compose and occasionally conduct in his spare time. He wasn't only a prolific composer; he also co-founded the Society of Swedish Composers and served as its president for more than 20 years, and was a music critic for a Stockholm newspaper for most of his life.
Atterberg's big break as a composer came in 1928, when the Columbia Gramophone Company sponsored an international symphony competition commemorating the centenary of Franz Schubert's death, and calling for symphonic works inspired by Schubert. Atterberg entered his Sixth Symphony, and surprisingly the Swedish patent examiner took the first prize over a number of much more prominent composers, suddenly making him an internationally-known composer. This also meant new-found attention for his prior music, much of which received its first performances outside Sweden in the years that followed.
His success as a composer was short-lived, however. During the Second World War, living in officially neutral Sweden, he maintained ties with Nazi-controlled musical organizations in order to secure continued performances of his music in Germany. After the war, rivals accused him of being a Nazi sympathizer. Although these accusations were never substantiated, Atterberg also did not have the same kind of fame as Richard Strauss, who had faced similar accusations. He lost the presidency of the Society of Swedish Composers, and his music was rarely performed until his reputation began to recover in the 1960s.
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