Sunday, May 10, 2009

I also really like eggs.


I've been eating them every day for a while now.  I don't know why I am so into them; they just seem to satisfy some biological nutritional calling.  I know that probably makes me sound like I'm a walking cholesterol heart attack nightmare, but usually I only eat one egg a day.  On the weekends, I'll eat more than one, usually on Saturdays and Sundays I eat eggs prepared in another fashion.  I especially like going out to eat and getting omelets, scrambles, and Benedict's  I'll eat sunny side up, poached, and once over (over easy?) also.  I think that covers it (?) I also eat runny yolk, I sop up potatoes and toast and bacon (see previous entry) with it.  

The raw, runny yolk think is also a constant dilemma because it's so gross.  I conjures up gruesome images of salmonella chicken bacteria.  Raw chicken embryo, ugh, it sounds so gross.  


But so tasty.  Velvety smooth, I even eat the accidentally undercooked hard boiled eggs.  There was a time when my eating was stricter, vegan even for a brief time, and I would never believe that in the future I'd consume eggs at the rate I do.  I eat so many eggs I think it would be nice to have a house with a little property so you could have a chicken coop.  Chickens seem relatively harmless and independent anyway.  And if any of them get out of line, you could butcher and eat them (future post material).

Wednesday, May 06, 2009

vegetarian turned bacon eater

and the funny part is that bacon was only the beginning.  I find that I really like pork products and calorically speaking they're not too bad, many of the different packages I've read aren't too bad.  Bacon and a few other forms of pork the exception though.  A co-worker and I joke about a mutual acquaintance's love for pork but I have to say I'm guilty.  I was shopping tonight and bought some carntias.  They're out-of-this-world good, I was stunned.  Last weekend we had Proscuitto-wrapped cantaloupe and a quiche made with fresh spinach, parmesan cheese and pancetta.  I love a good New England clam chowder or black bean soup made with ham or pork in some fashion.  

This whole bacon thing came out of nowhere.  I forgot how good it is.  I stopped eating pork in 1990 and started again in February of 2004.  Don't think there's any going back.    Mmmmm mmmm good!

and here are a few bacon links for your viewing pleasure:



Tuesday, April 14, 2009

an excerpt from the soundtrack of my life


I like the sound of trains, playing in the background
on the soundtrack of my life;
sets of tracks running along the waterfront
27 blocks away, and on both sides of the river.
Amtrak's Coast Starlight line
en route daily between Seattle and Los Angeles
(I love to wait at the traffic signal and wave to the passengers)
and various freight trains
delay my arrival to work at the most inopportune times.
The sound soothes me subconsciously and I realize
I’ve always lived within earshot of a train
I remotely notice the constant
innocuous blaring horn
issuing a warning
or exclaiming an arrival
(maybe just passing thru?)
getting louder and nearer,
then fainter and farther
while I am sitting quietly (supposedly) finishing homework.

Sunday, April 12, 2009

Easter is a funny time of year.

I don’t take it seriously because it seems like such a contrived holiday; the unnatural marriage of eggs and chocolate, rabbits and Jesus nailed to a cross, the whole "rising from the dead" thing...it all seems so random mixed in with an extra early and long church service.

My father used to really get into Easter. As a kid, I remember waking up to a wicker basket filled with plastic bunny grass, jelly beans, chocolates and peeps. For some strange reason, he would buy my mother and me corsages and a boutonni√®re for my brother and father. He would get up early and pick them up from a florist, each in their own clear plastic container. The corsages and boutonni√®res would rest on a doily, and they would wait in our refrigerator’s crisper until the moments before we left to go to church. Then he would pin it on my lapel or shoulder strap of my dress. I wasn’t really allowed to eat any Easter candy prior to attending church so for the entire hour long service I would fantasize about which chocolates I would try first. Some years I would get smart and sneak some of the smaller candies into a pocket or purse and discreetly munch on them during mass.

Years later, post divorce and well into the years my brother and I started down our paths of individual self-destruction, my father attempted to rekindle some Easter tradition for our broken and dysfunctional family remnants. As teens, our love for chocolate only intensified, so my father would get us chocolate rabbits, robin eggs, peeps, some of the usual Easter candy fare. One year my brother and I put together a basket for our father—but instead of chocolate and candy we filled it with pastel colored Tums and Rolaids, summer sausage, cheddar cheese and crossword puzzle book. My father likes to have an Easter egg hunt, and would get the fillable plastic eggs and hide them all over the house. Some would have candy in them and some would have money—quarters or singles. He also hid two twenty dollar bills—always in the same two spots. He would hide one in the litter box and one in the garbage disposal. I would always get the $20 in the garbage disposal because I was the only one in the family with a hand small enough to fit down the drain. My brother, being such a giant hulk of a guy realized he would never get the $20 out of the garbage disposal and would always go straight for the twenty in the cat litter.

Those were some good times.

On a completely different note, have you ever microwaved a marshmallow peep?


Tuesday, April 07, 2009

change is the only constant

I have been blogging less freqentley then a few years ago and every time I log in I notice they've adjusted the format/layout of this website slightly. The theme is generally the same but now I have a "Monetize" tab in my toolbar. I can only imagine what that tab does. Facebook recently pulled the "slightly modify the layout" thing and I'm a little off. I don't quite like how it looks and it feels awkward.

That is true of change, right? Some changes are better in the long run and after a while most people yield and accept the new way of doing things. Other fight it bitterly to the end with every last breath they can muster. Good change usually sucks at first and means working longer, harder or both. If things are organized, change can result in building something that has the capacity to grow and be useful and well maintained.

One example of change gone wrong is the old Coke/New Coke thing. They shouldn't have tried to market Coke with a new flavor, they should have introduced it as an expansion of their product line. It probably would have been more well received and if it wasn't it wouldn't be nearly at the magnitude of disaster it turned out to be.

People were right to reject changing to the New Coke. I tried it and it was gross, I don't remember details but I do remember switching to Pepsi. I guess that was the unintended change, instead of going with the flow people found an alternative. I don't drink those types of sodas anymore and don't think I had one in about 10 years. Maybe longer. I do drink soda once in a while but it's the all natural no high-fructose corn syrup organic fru fru stuff. I highly recommend Santa Cruz brand Ginger Ale, it's amazing.

In any event, I just hooked my scanner up to the computer I'm using, and to test it out I scanned in some of my favorite science fiction novel covers. I really enjoy reading this kind of science fiction; it's a fun, easy read and plentiful at garage sales and book store discount paperback racks. I'd love to have a whole room filled with bookshelves of these kinds of gems:




Wednesday, March 11, 2009

guns

I'm afraid of guns but I respect them.  I'm afraid of guns in the sense of if I had one and used it to protect myself, my attacker would get it from me and shoot me with it.  I suppose if I had some sort of training or certification I'd feel more comfortable too, but that isn't anywhere near the top of my list of stuff to do.  Maybe in 10 years it will be closer to the top.  Hopefully there won't be any zombie rampages or reigning anarchy between now and then.  I know a few people who are into guns, have had training and know what they're doing.  I really admire that but for some reason get a bad feeling about guns.  Maybe it's the finality of a gunshot wound.    And even if you are shot but not killed, the chances you are paralyzed or have to spend the rest of your life shitting in a colostomy bag are pretty high.  I think there's a lot of people running around with guns that shouldn't have one in the first place.  And I know that's a good argument for getting a gun (to protect yourself from these screwballs) but again back to my theory that the attacker will beat me up and take my gun and shoot me with it.  Maybe that's where martial arts would come in handy.  But I guess martial arts would negate the need for a gun, and if your attacker had one you could just kung-fu yourself away or the gun out of his hands.   

If I did have a choice of weapon, I think I'd pick a bayonet.  I like that you can shoot or stick someone with the blade on the bayonet.  I wonder how heavy one of those are, and how comfortably it handles.  If I had the option of having ridiculous Turok-style weaponry I'd go for a sniper rifle and an RPG and death blossom projectile explosion type of bullet.  If it came down to a zombie or alien invasion, or anarchy, I'd also like to be well versed in a couple of types of martial arts.  If gun type weaponry wasn't an option (for example, the zombie invasion lasts so long the majority of guns and bullets aren't as readily available) I'd like some sort of staff with a blade or a staff with the option of pressing a button and an array of blades protrude from the end.  

Friday, January 16, 2009

finally got a 2009 calendar

I was starting to feel lost in the new year without a wall calendar in my apartment to keep referring to. I'm a very visual person and it helps to have a calendar with nice neat squares to write in my schedule or upcoming events. Especially school. I'm taking three classes this semester and homework and due dates can get real confusing quickly without the assistance of a calendar.

My cubemate is listening to Tom Leykis. I don't mind his show but I know many women who think he's offensive or a pig. I don't think he's either; but he is kind of jaded. But aren't we all in some respect, or at some point in our lives? I also listen to Howard Stern, so I doubt Tom Leykis can say anything that would really offend me.

I'm not easily offended, at least by language. I have the propensity to inappropriately curse too, so I have to watch myself at work. The other day I accidentially called an erroneous driver a "dildo" while one of my co-workers was in the car with me. The sad part is I meant to call the other driver a douche, but for some reason dildo just came out. Nothing like trying to backpedal out of a slip like dildo. I've also been watching Deadwood lately and a couple of different C words have been slipping into mainstream conversation. I'll have to keep a close watch on the use of that word.

On a completely unrelated note; I just gave a drug screen to the biggest sweatiest kid I ever met. Then he shook my hand and it was a big sweaty moist mitt. Like a warm pork chop. I know he washed his hand after the pee test but I washed after he shook my hand because it left a funny feeling with me.

Saturday, January 10, 2009

Dad says "sell the cat to a Chinese restaurant"

So my brother did a little drunk emailing the other night, and I was a recipient of the following correspondence: 


Subject:  Dad says "sell the cat to a Chinese restaurant"

Eh well,your right AZ is Mcain area... but flippin alaska...his running mate?These are great areas of out country. people of the US obviously have pressd towards a new era ; I feel proud to be a voting memer of society, Obama all the way.. In the mean time; I'm supporting every flippin native american tribe since the dawn of man in AZ if I am living in the desert area .I think it might be like "Natural born Killers"....only without the killing lol! Technically, we are all living on a country bought for bracelets, food and simple gems....as far as I know. Anyways ...We have a lot of calls for our poor kitty that we cannot take with us, but i'm sure things will be cool. lol. Dad says eat the cat.I painted lots of the roof areas today. It looks better.

Wednesday, January 07, 2009

Perception is Everything.

So one of the reasons my blog frequency has been steadily decreasing is due to my going back to school about 15 years later then when I started.  Funny thing about school, when I last went I could give two craps and didn't know what I wanted to do.  The difference now is I am really invested in attending college; I'm learning new things, meeting new people and empowered by getting good grades and feedback.  Each new semester is a challenge and brings out my anxiety--it's funny all the things I'll worry about that are really no problem.  For example, some of the thing I worry about are:

  • completing the homework and getting credit for it
  • doing the correct homework assignment
  • remembering my homework
  • remembering to turn in my homework
  • getting good grades on the tests and quizzes
  • doing well on the mid term and final
  • getting credit for any extra credit issued
  • scoring well in those ambiguous areas, such as "class participation"
  • forgetting to do an assignment I missed

Funny the physiological symptoms I'll feel--I get a little jittery, like a coiled spring full of tension and potential energy.  My hands also get sweaty and sometimes I get a little dizzy and dry mouthed.  I have an increased urination frequency too, and yes I know that might be too much information but it's true.  So sorry if girl pee offends you.  

But realistically, logically, I can rationalize all of those things I worry about:

a)  I have good study habits so inevitably I will do well

b)  I'm detail oriented

c)   I'm not shy so if I'm unclear I can get help, 

and

d)  It's really not that important.

This is a school scenario, but you could apply the worry list and rational justifications to any aspect of my life.  It is definitely generalized.  I worry when I leave for work that I left the stove, heater or coffee pot on.  Realistically, if all three were on ultimately there would be no harm done.  The apartment wouldn't burn down, and the coffee maker has an auto-shutoff after two hours.  My iron has an auto-shutoff too; when it's down and there is no activity it shuts off after 30 seconds.  If it is upright and I don't use it for 3 minutes, it also shuts off.  It's a pretty state of the art iron and I like it a lot, but more about that later.  

Picture two miniature versions of me on my shoulders, one sitting on each.  Like the devil and the angel we've seen so much on TV and in the movies when a character is facing a moral dilemma.  So instead of a devil and angel, it's like anxiety and the voice of reason.  Anxiety is screaming and jumping up and down about something on one side of me, where Rationalization is lounging on my other shoulder, reassuring me that just about everything that Anxiety is telling me is bullshit.  It's an interesting dynamic to navigate in the middle of a tense busy workday.  I had Anxiety and Rationalization show up today while I was in a meeting at work, and I accidentally said something I was thinking, then as soon as I said it I felt so uncomfortable I wanted to implode.  And I said it to my boss in front of my superiors and colleagues, it's officially the first choke of '09.  It was really bad, I totally lost my train of thought and my boss was looking at me like I was some kind of flake.  I swear everyone else looked embarrassed for me, and I swear the lady next to me started to blush.

Anyway, Rationalization appeared and saved the day.  I ended up plowing through and confidently reading off the rest of my report.  I also engaged in good solid conversation with another division head about a common interest.  Next thing you know I'm joining the group discussion and throwing around one-liners.  Before I knew it the meeting had moved on and things seemed comfortable again.  

Or maybe they never were uncomfortable and the whole thing was in my head.  In any event, that's how I get through most of these situations and it seems to keep me off of medication.  Dealing with anxiety this way also helps me enjoy things, I was able to enjoy parts of that meeting after I choked, and I enjoy school and everything else I do.  I feel like I am moving, not stagnating and that feeling alone is bigger then anything anxiety can throw at me.  I like the things I do and eating well, taking care of my body and the satisfaction of a good work out.  These things hold great value and transcend anything else I've encountered so far.




Happy New Year!

So it's been awhile. I've been active on various social networking sites and have been linking my [dead] blog, so I thought I'd be responsible and at least make some of these entries semi-current.

I joined Twitter. I fought it for a long time because I'm not particularly promoting anything; no product or nothing about me that needs promotion. I'd read an increasing amount of articles about Twitter and how it can enhance your networking and your productivity. One article in particular by the NY Times spoke of how Twitter can help you at work, either at a current job or in finding a new job. I thought at the very least I could join to read and get updates from anyone who is tweeting or blogging about anything I find interesting.

So I did that, and got my cousin JD Glass to join too. She's a writer and in a band, she has things to promote so it's another great place for her to network. Up to this point (tweeting for about 2 days now) my posts are kind of inane, for example: "I think the Starbucks lady and the Oil Can Henry's guy should hook up" and "my heater only has two settings: hot and off."

Somehow people find me and are subscribing to my feed. Now I feel obligated to triangulate all of my social networking sites and make sure they are all relatively current. This blog was by far the most delinquent, so since August I've started fall semester, completed fall semester with a 4.0 (whew) successfully made it through the holidays, endured a pummeling of snow storms (for this area anyway, the snow here is nothing like NYC's Nor'Easter of 96) and started the Winter Term as of Monday. I'm not working too much with glass anymore because school is taking the front seat and I closed my studio to budget for tuition. And most significantly, we've elected a new President who starts working this Friday.

Once again I rang in 2009 without incident and was in bed by 10 PM. I briefly woke up at 12 because someone was lighting off fireworks, which surprised me because we had some steady constant rains all day and evening and projected into the next couple of days. I don't make New Year's Resolutions because I feel the time is always now for a change.

I guess if I had to make a resolution, I reslove to not use commas and exclaimation points so frivously in the future.