Premad.

July 22, 2011

words and recipes

i learned the word for lemon in chichewa. i went to the market. i saw what looked like lemons, which i never remember seeing before, as if the word had made them appear. the man selling them said ‘mandinu.’ and i said ‘mandinu!’ and then i bought four. then i found i recipe i liked, of course there are no measuring devices and i’d never made this particular recipe before, but i mixed together a tea cake batter judging on consistency and taste. one of the cooks, who’s actually a really amazing as a chef and makes awesome things like doughnuts and cinnamon rolls, was so please that i was in the kitchen and was like ‘lemon cake!’ and then he told me the consistency looked good and made sure that i knew how to flour a pan (i do. i am my mother’s daughter.). he did remind me to put water in the cups that were empty, which i had a vague sense that i should do but would have forgotten. and now they are in the oven, my malawian lemon tea cakes. now we wait.

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May 4, 2011
Here were are, studying STIs.

Here were are, studying STIs.

 
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May 3, 2011
“It’s not pretty, exactly. It’s astonishing. It fills the eye. It commands you. You hate it, yes, but your eyes do not. Like a killer forest fire, like cancer under a microscope, any battle or bombing raid or artillery barrage has the aesthetic purity of absolute moral indifference—a powerful, implacable beauty—and a true war story will tell the truth about this, though the truth is ugly.”
— Tim O’Brien, How To Tell A True War Story  
May 3, 2011
“If at the end of a war story you feel uplifted, or if you feel that some small bit of rectitude has been salvaged from the larger waste, then you have been made the victim of a very old and terrible lie. There is no rectitude whatsoever. There is no virtue.”

Tim O’Brien, How To Tell A True War Story

Trying hard to do so, in a way.

 
April 17, 2011

I know you never believed those Sisters,
When they told you about those patent shoes.
I hope someday you catch your reflection,
And see how beautiful you are.

What could be safer than love?

‘Safer Than Love’ by Bell X1

These few lines have to be my favorite song lyrics in a long, long time.

 
March 27, 2011

Radar Detector by Darwin Deez, Directed by Ace Norton. 

http://vimeo.com/9797507

Love the last part of the video. Love is in the places as well as the people.

 
March 15, 2011

This is why I love my friends.

  • Premad:
    You're like the Dawson of the older kids in our class.
  • Friend:
    The docent?
  • Premad:
    ...Dawson...the...nevermind.
  • Better that this all happened at a rotating bar in the French Quarter? Yes, it is.
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March 9, 2011

I understand that scissors can beat paper, and I get how rock can beat scissors, but there’s no way paper can beat rock. Paper is supposed to magically wrap around rock leaving it immobile? Screw scissors, why can’t paper do this to people? Why aren’t sheets of college ruled notebook paper constantly suffocating students as they attempt to take notes in class? I’ll tell you why, because paper can’t beat anybody, a rock would tear it up in two seconds. When I play rock paper scissors, I always choose rock. Then when somebody claims to have beaten me with their paper I can punch them in the face with my already clenched fist and say, Oh sorry, I thought paper would protect you.


Truth.

I understand that scissors can beat paper, and I get how rock can beat scissors, but there’s no way paper can beat rock. Paper is supposed to magically wrap around rock leaving it immobile? Screw scissors, why can’t paper do this to people? Why aren’t sheets of college ruled notebook paper constantly suffocating students as they attempt to take notes in class? I’ll tell you why, because paper can’t beat anybody, a rock would tear it up in two seconds. When I play rock paper scissors, I always choose rock. Then when somebody claims to have beaten me with their paper I can punch them in the face with my already clenched fist and say, Oh sorry, I thought paper would protect you.

Truth.

 
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March 5, 2011

A rather lovely trip to Providence.

 
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March 3, 2011
jaimealyse:

popquizkid:

oldfamiliarway:

Oh god, gpoy.

This is literally what happened to me. BYE.

When I was a kid, still of age to just be drawing people for fun, I could not draw hands so I drew all my people - mostly ladies, mostly vehicles for fashion design projects - with their hands behind their backs.
My mom was in school for her Masters in counseling at this time, and taking a child psychology class. One subject covered was psychological analyses through, I dunno, sneaky means. Like analysis of a kid’s drawings. She showed me the rubric, and it was like,
HANDS BEHIND THE BACK: Guilt about MASTURBATION
So that was fun.

I

jaimealyse:

popquizkid:

oldfamiliarway:

Oh god, gpoy.

This is literally what happened to me. BYE.

When I was a kid, still of age to just be drawing people for fun, I could not draw hands so I drew all my people - mostly ladies, mostly vehicles for fashion design projects - with their hands behind their backs.

My mom was in school for her Masters in counseling at this time, and taking a child psychology class. One subject covered was psychological analyses through, I dunno, sneaky means. Like analysis of a kid’s drawings. She showed me the rubric, and it was like,

HANDS BEHIND THE BACK: Guilt about MASTURBATION

So that was fun.

I