Where's your bread at?
I did not realize until now what an extremely complicated process it is to make pastry dough. First you have to knead the water carefully and painstakingly into the flour, making sure, naturally, that your hands do not get too hot, or it will all be over. Then comes the balling of the dough, and the quiet time for the dough to recollect its thoughts. All the while, the butter should be softening and becoming appropriately pliable. And then you roll it and you cut it and you flatten it and you knead it and it sits for an hour and you roll it and knead it and it sits for another hour and then you...
I haven't even made it yet. I'm just gaping at the recipe. And it has come to this, because the German markets near me don't sell unfilled "leaf-thin dough" or Blätterteig. Punks!
Cameroonians like to stay out late. Until 7 am, even. One dish I ate from their buffet on Culture Night claimed to contain snake. How odd. They typically have some starchy and/or oily food which has no taste, and some required spicy, pungent, or flavorful sauce, which you are supposed to just know, from birth. The Cameroonian fashion show a few days earlier was stunning, but a play called The Chameleon, while very well-cast, acted, and set, and which meant to shine some light on how power and the temptation of money can corrupt families, had way too pat of an ending for my tastes. If a play has a completely happy ending, I'm left with the feeling that there's nothing for me to solve. It needs to have some untidy element, some loose end to stir me or change my philosophy.
I need to pick my classes for next quarter without even being in the country. This is slightly disturbing, but I think I will still go through with the Japanese. Whims are generally the best courses of action. :) Does this mean certain doom for my other classes? Are there any other classes at UCSB that I should at all costs not miss next year?
The weather's going beserk. Sunny, rainy, sunny... sunn--rai--wait, overcast. But overall, sunny, with a gradual emergence of those hot, restless nights when I can open up my full-length window-door and lean out over the lawn and not do my class reading. The insects have returned. I wouldn't have a problem with them, except that... the diseases and the noise and the fact that they like to die spontaneously and donate their bodies to my floor.
Has anyone else besides me witnessed something kinky going on in class? Personally, a middle-aged guy creeping a hand up a woman's shirt, even if it IS his wife, is not the sort of thing I want to be hearing occur next to me in my post-war literature seminar. I hope it was good for them. :P I guess it's a way to liven up a dull discussion.
All right, that should do for my poor, neglected LJ for now... as for you, you better be out there, wishing on falling anvils and dancing unabashedly to the beat in your head.
Yours,
>^..^
I haven't even made it yet. I'm just gaping at the recipe. And it has come to this, because the German markets near me don't sell unfilled "leaf-thin dough" or Blätterteig. Punks!
Cameroonians like to stay out late. Until 7 am, even. One dish I ate from their buffet on Culture Night claimed to contain snake. How odd. They typically have some starchy and/or oily food which has no taste, and some required spicy, pungent, or flavorful sauce, which you are supposed to just know, from birth. The Cameroonian fashion show a few days earlier was stunning, but a play called The Chameleon, while very well-cast, acted, and set, and which meant to shine some light on how power and the temptation of money can corrupt families, had way too pat of an ending for my tastes. If a play has a completely happy ending, I'm left with the feeling that there's nothing for me to solve. It needs to have some untidy element, some loose end to stir me or change my philosophy.
I need to pick my classes for next quarter without even being in the country. This is slightly disturbing, but I think I will still go through with the Japanese. Whims are generally the best courses of action. :) Does this mean certain doom for my other classes? Are there any other classes at UCSB that I should at all costs not miss next year?
The weather's going beserk. Sunny, rainy, sunny... sunn--rai--wait, overcast. But overall, sunny, with a gradual emergence of those hot, restless nights when I can open up my full-length window-door and lean out over the lawn and not do my class reading. The insects have returned. I wouldn't have a problem with them, except that... the diseases and the noise and the fact that they like to die spontaneously and donate their bodies to my floor.
Has anyone else besides me witnessed something kinky going on in class? Personally, a middle-aged guy creeping a hand up a woman's shirt, even if it IS his wife, is not the sort of thing I want to be hearing occur next to me in my post-war literature seminar. I hope it was good for them. :P I guess it's a way to liven up a dull discussion.
All right, that should do for my poor, neglected LJ for now... as for you, you better be out there, wishing on falling anvils and dancing unabashedly to the beat in your head.
Yours,
>^..^