Attack of the Friendship Bread
It hasn't quite been a full week in the new house, but the first (and hopefully last) Friday night here has been productive and at the same time insightful. Living on your own has quite a few perks; not the least of which is the capacity to set your own schedule, do things in the living room that might raise eyebrows (exercise -- keeping it clean). That goes along with being responsible for your own motivation: at home, I often am beset by a sense of sloth. Having cleaned the kitchen (and resolved to do such chores before retiring from here on out), a sense of urgency now precedes any night and more and more time slices increase how efficient I need to be to get through to the free times.
This isn't quite the all encompassing entry I had forecasted, but it will have to do. The reflections are going to be put down in my written journal, and perhaps excerpts released at later dates. There's a time when knowing who or that something will be read can improve the work itself, and others when that same knowledge could cripple an honest self-analysis.
I watched Obama earlier this week accept the Democratic nominee. I happened to tune in to it live on ABC on the digital cable that just came in on Tuesday. I think that the country will be a better place for him, though I will admit my skepticism is still high when it comes to how much good one good person can do. Especially one who speaks much of change, but has yet to show his capacity or strategy in achieving it. The world needs more than pretty words, especially a candidate who is still very much bending over backwards to appease the American Israeli Public Affairs Committee.
Lots of topics to cover. Baked Maya's Friendship bread tonight. Very good, though very sweet and tender due to the oil and sugar. Starbucks would love to have the recipe. I now have to decide what to do with the remaining four starters, and four half loaves left. On Thursday, I was in the family room when I heard a clatter in the kitchen. Instead of a Jolly fat elf, I found the mutant friendship bread bulging with carbon dioxide had escaped the cabinet and was making a beeline for the door. Knowing the culinary catastrophe that was at stake, I dashed to the rescue by relieving the dough of its problems. Content, the colony remained in the cabinet until today, when a day overdue, I gave birth to two lovely loafs and quadruplet starters.
The ants... the ants are another issue. Whereas the yeast colony was friendly, the ants have declared war. They've already set up an army corp of carpenters on the front porch, assembling wooden siege engines no doubt. The advance scouts have been backstabbing me every chance they get, though, and I am just awaiting their warriors and mages to come into action. Tomorrow, I'll be deploying my ultimate weapon. The Death Spray. Uncle Skycrawler won't know what hit him, nor will Queen Leia of Alderant.
And now, for sleep. Bike ride early tomorrow morning, followed by couch movement, repairs and more research. Research is rather enjoyable, though I need to set up more specific subgoals for each day and more deliverables, even to myself.
This isn't quite the all encompassing entry I had forecasted, but it will have to do. The reflections are going to be put down in my written journal, and perhaps excerpts released at later dates. There's a time when knowing who or that something will be read can improve the work itself, and others when that same knowledge could cripple an honest self-analysis.
I watched Obama earlier this week accept the Democratic nominee. I happened to tune in to it live on ABC on the digital cable that just came in on Tuesday. I think that the country will be a better place for him, though I will admit my skepticism is still high when it comes to how much good one good person can do. Especially one who speaks much of change, but has yet to show his capacity or strategy in achieving it. The world needs more than pretty words, especially a candidate who is still very much bending over backwards to appease the American Israeli Public Affairs Committee.
Lots of topics to cover. Baked Maya's Friendship bread tonight. Very good, though very sweet and tender due to the oil and sugar. Starbucks would love to have the recipe. I now have to decide what to do with the remaining four starters, and four half loaves left. On Thursday, I was in the family room when I heard a clatter in the kitchen. Instead of a Jolly fat elf, I found the mutant friendship bread bulging with carbon dioxide had escaped the cabinet and was making a beeline for the door. Knowing the culinary catastrophe that was at stake, I dashed to the rescue by relieving the dough of its problems. Content, the colony remained in the cabinet until today, when a day overdue, I gave birth to two lovely loafs and quadruplet starters.
The ants... the ants are another issue. Whereas the yeast colony was friendly, the ants have declared war. They've already set up an army corp of carpenters on the front porch, assembling wooden siege engines no doubt. The advance scouts have been backstabbing me every chance they get, though, and I am just awaiting their warriors and mages to come into action. Tomorrow, I'll be deploying my ultimate weapon. The Death Spray. Uncle Skycrawler won't know what hit him, nor will Queen Leia of Alderant.
And now, for sleep. Bike ride early tomorrow morning, followed by couch movement, repairs and more research. Research is rather enjoyable, though I need to set up more specific subgoals for each day and more deliverables, even to myself.