"remember all these things are endless"
Sep. 16th, 2005 02:40 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
omnia_mutanturmostly, i think it's been a good week. i was very full of phlegm, and seem to have reached some plateau of getting better somewhat short of being phlegm free, which certainly isn't my favorite state of being, but everything else seems pretty good. so, now, for a dense report on the state of being me.
on the food front: but i learned that i do like acorn squash, and that if i'm going to like spaghetti squash, i need to find a far less plan way to prepare it. and i'm still a little bit too much in love with newman's light honey mustard dressing, and i need to prompt light to make smaller burritos with the blackbean and sweetpotato mush. we forgot the chili starter tuesday, so ordered falafel from the pizza place on green street, which has pita literally to die for and if i ever see the girl from potluck again, i should throw myself at her feet. (falafel are on the list of things that i'd love to teach myself how to make, but i'm pretty sure i'm never ever going to attempt to deep fry anything, so i'll probably never learn how to make. this list includes, among other things, sweet potato tempura and samosas.) and i made passable corn, steamed in a pot on the stovetop, but it's still not perfect and i'm not sure how to make it so. but i've got a recipe for squash casserole i'm going to try and make, and i think i've persuaded Light to let me cook with pumpkin at least once this year. oh, and we're planning on having a stay-at-home thanksgiving, full of tofurkey and whatever the hell else we decide constitutes thanksgiving food (i found a recipe for balsamic sweet potatoes, and i'm definitely making cranberry sauce, 'cause the popping noises are wicked fun), and i'm probably going to try and feed at least pie and/or cookies to anyone else i find in the valley on this holiday specifically designed as an excuse to feed people. (i still wish i had more opportunity to feed people, but am unsure how to create said opportunity.)
on the idiot-box front, we watched the first few episodes of Tru Calling through netflix, and it was forgettable except for the device of having eliza dushku run a lot in lowcut tops without much support at all. and i don't even remember what our last movie was. but now we've got a special cut of Empire Records, which I've never seen, and Perfect Storm, out of some sick fascination of mine (and yes, i know how it ends) but truly special to my heart are my tivo'd (A) Man with the Screaming Brain, which demonstrates that Bruce Campbell has some weird, weird relationship with the sci fi channel,and with bulgarian accents, even though i only managed to stomach the first half hour of it, (B) the first episode of this season's house, with my favorite actor ever as the lead patient (that would be LL Cool J, for those of you following along at home) and, drum roll please.....(C) Bones, with David Boreanz finally just playing a sort of endearing rules-bound goof (i wasn't a big fan of Angel) and banter almost too self-consciously witty to follow, but sprinkled with such award winning lines as "for someone who doesn't like psychology, she sure seems to have a lot of it" and a magical holograph machine, and my new biggest crush on a supporting character, though all IMDB tells me about her is that she's half chinese and half irish and that she's been in like four short-run shows, none of which i've seen. but seriously, she might be my new eliza dushku. i'm also recording old gilmore girl episodes, and the phrase "that'll do, pig" makes me giggle even to type, and i've never seen the movie.
on the magpie front: i got my bpal order, which for the uninitiated (as i was mere months ago) is many, many small vials of beautiful scents, which i'm slowly working my way through, which has led me to think a lot about my relationship with smelling pretty. i used to wear single-note oils all the time, vanilla through most of high school, which led Lesson's exgirlfriend at the time to make many unkind comments about me smelling like cake, but i liked it, it was calming and it suited me. college saw some other, also singlenote also food-related scents, mostly almond, but there was also a flirtation with clove and cinnamon scents. and then i decided that since i was stinky all the time, and could barely smell anyway, i'd stop trying to smell pretty, since i just smelled like stale cigarette smoke no matter what, and anything else probably just looked like i was trying to cover it up. (i wanted my vices obvious and unapologetic. i think i still do, for that matter) then, though i hadn't stopped smoking, Red dragged me into that froofy shop on the corner that connects mainstreet to the packard's lot (i'm sure the store and the road and the parking lot have real names, but i don't know them) and i fell in love with a french perfume with a fig base. i'm still in love with it, and i still can pretty much only handle smelling like food (musk and flowers tend to leave me cold) but i'm intrigued by the prettiness and the decadent descriptions, so i'm trying out fourteen imps of my very own. on a more strictly magpie note, i got long dangly rhinestone earrings in thornes. and i got two more of the old navy tank tops Light likes so much, one in chocolate and one in some sort of dull green that is greener than olive green and has its very own green-name that i forget)
on the home front: light's been painting, so the upstairs hall and the stairway are clean, slightly shiny white. i realize the finish may not be to everyone's taste, and i was a little concern it wasn't to mine, but it's so clean-looking, and i'm pretty sure anyone who knows me realize that's like the best thing ever. however, this has inspired me to a) want to change the light fixture at the top of the stairs and b) due to funnyface's strange taste for posterboard i need to replace the poster i had hanging at the top of the stairs. it was magritte's empire of light, and i'm not sure if i want to replace it with another print of the same, or the other magritte that enthralls me, whose name i can't exactly remember, but it's something like september 17th, or september morning, and it's the moon caught in the tree one. and this time, i'll probably even frame it. lately, i've been wanting things on the walls. more precisely, i want things on the wall behind the sofa that match each other, and i'm leaning towards the xrayed flower prints. i'm not sure where this desire came from, or if it's really something i'm going to want once i've actually acquired said things, or if it's just somehow bleed off from having matching furniture, or the fact that i'm getting furniture from my parents which is, while not everything i've ever dreamed off, hopefully includes a dining room table that doesn't wobble so vigorously. (i know it includes a dining room table, the hope regards the wobbling) though soon i will be a woman who owns a hutch, though i'm going to fill it full of candle paraphernalia, not china or Light's gaming-related tchotckes, that's what the shelves next to the tv are for, though i've got a soft spot for the balrog from media's work. i think we/he will slowly paint the house, though we may hire a professional for the bathroom, though strangely a new shower curtain and the potential for lightfixture replacement has lessened my loathing of the layout a little bit. (alliteration unintentional)
on other fronts, lj's been strangely good to me of late, with a meme that ended up reassuring rather than ugly, contact from some people i've been pining for, a sort of reaffirmation that there are still people in the world i wish to get to know better, and that maybe moving from Northampton isn't a certain recipe for loneliness. I have some nicknames I need to sort out, there's a woman i want to name after a stoppard play, but it needs to be something newer than that and i wish the idea of a pearl wasn't so bloody overused and tired, 'cause there's something meaningful about the beauty from grit, and the strange lunar qualities of certain pearls. There are some nicknames that stick around, waiting to be appropriate to someone's presence, and while she's not my Salt, it certainly suits, and while she's got the antiseptic properties of honey, she doesn't have the uniformity of flavor honey conveys. i'm intrigued by what might be a whirlwind october, though hopefully not a terribly expensive one, and i'm a little sad to finally have built up comfortable savings only to know that holidays and heating bills will burn back through them. i've been finishing books, cross-stitching again, not for product but for process. we bought tickets for the girlyman and dar show, and the girlyman show at the ironhorse, and while i want to see the burlesque show, and the peter mulvey/chris pureka show, and half a dozen others, as long as i get the two we've already bought, and the redbird show, i think i'll be satisfied. i want some new music, but too broke and too technologically inhibited to go out and get it, and books still take precedent over just about everything.
the season starts to change, i drink a lot of tea, spoil my cats, bask in Light's attention, miss my little brothers, and live a pretty fantastically full-of-people-and-things-i-love life. in a word (or two) it's pretty wicked nifty.
on the food front: but i learned that i do like acorn squash, and that if i'm going to like spaghetti squash, i need to find a far less plan way to prepare it. and i'm still a little bit too much in love with newman's light honey mustard dressing, and i need to prompt light to make smaller burritos with the blackbean and sweetpotato mush. we forgot the chili starter tuesday, so ordered falafel from the pizza place on green street, which has pita literally to die for and if i ever see the girl from potluck again, i should throw myself at her feet. (falafel are on the list of things that i'd love to teach myself how to make, but i'm pretty sure i'm never ever going to attempt to deep fry anything, so i'll probably never learn how to make. this list includes, among other things, sweet potato tempura and samosas.) and i made passable corn, steamed in a pot on the stovetop, but it's still not perfect and i'm not sure how to make it so. but i've got a recipe for squash casserole i'm going to try and make, and i think i've persuaded Light to let me cook with pumpkin at least once this year. oh, and we're planning on having a stay-at-home thanksgiving, full of tofurkey and whatever the hell else we decide constitutes thanksgiving food (i found a recipe for balsamic sweet potatoes, and i'm definitely making cranberry sauce, 'cause the popping noises are wicked fun), and i'm probably going to try and feed at least pie and/or cookies to anyone else i find in the valley on this holiday specifically designed as an excuse to feed people. (i still wish i had more opportunity to feed people, but am unsure how to create said opportunity.)
on the idiot-box front, we watched the first few episodes of Tru Calling through netflix, and it was forgettable except for the device of having eliza dushku run a lot in lowcut tops without much support at all. and i don't even remember what our last movie was. but now we've got a special cut of Empire Records, which I've never seen, and Perfect Storm, out of some sick fascination of mine (and yes, i know how it ends) but truly special to my heart are my tivo'd (A) Man with the Screaming Brain, which demonstrates that Bruce Campbell has some weird, weird relationship with the sci fi channel,and with bulgarian accents, even though i only managed to stomach the first half hour of it, (B) the first episode of this season's house, with my favorite actor ever as the lead patient (that would be LL Cool J, for those of you following along at home) and, drum roll please.....(C) Bones, with David Boreanz finally just playing a sort of endearing rules-bound goof (i wasn't a big fan of Angel) and banter almost too self-consciously witty to follow, but sprinkled with such award winning lines as "for someone who doesn't like psychology, she sure seems to have a lot of it" and a magical holograph machine, and my new biggest crush on a supporting character, though all IMDB tells me about her is that she's half chinese and half irish and that she's been in like four short-run shows, none of which i've seen. but seriously, she might be my new eliza dushku. i'm also recording old gilmore girl episodes, and the phrase "that'll do, pig" makes me giggle even to type, and i've never seen the movie.
on the magpie front: i got my bpal order, which for the uninitiated (as i was mere months ago) is many, many small vials of beautiful scents, which i'm slowly working my way through, which has led me to think a lot about my relationship with smelling pretty. i used to wear single-note oils all the time, vanilla through most of high school, which led Lesson's exgirlfriend at the time to make many unkind comments about me smelling like cake, but i liked it, it was calming and it suited me. college saw some other, also singlenote also food-related scents, mostly almond, but there was also a flirtation with clove and cinnamon scents. and then i decided that since i was stinky all the time, and could barely smell anyway, i'd stop trying to smell pretty, since i just smelled like stale cigarette smoke no matter what, and anything else probably just looked like i was trying to cover it up. (i wanted my vices obvious and unapologetic. i think i still do, for that matter) then, though i hadn't stopped smoking, Red dragged me into that froofy shop on the corner that connects mainstreet to the packard's lot (i'm sure the store and the road and the parking lot have real names, but i don't know them) and i fell in love with a french perfume with a fig base. i'm still in love with it, and i still can pretty much only handle smelling like food (musk and flowers tend to leave me cold) but i'm intrigued by the prettiness and the decadent descriptions, so i'm trying out fourteen imps of my very own. on a more strictly magpie note, i got long dangly rhinestone earrings in thornes. and i got two more of the old navy tank tops Light likes so much, one in chocolate and one in some sort of dull green that is greener than olive green and has its very own green-name that i forget)
on the home front: light's been painting, so the upstairs hall and the stairway are clean, slightly shiny white. i realize the finish may not be to everyone's taste, and i was a little concern it wasn't to mine, but it's so clean-looking, and i'm pretty sure anyone who knows me realize that's like the best thing ever. however, this has inspired me to a) want to change the light fixture at the top of the stairs and b) due to funnyface's strange taste for posterboard i need to replace the poster i had hanging at the top of the stairs. it was magritte's empire of light, and i'm not sure if i want to replace it with another print of the same, or the other magritte that enthralls me, whose name i can't exactly remember, but it's something like september 17th, or september morning, and it's the moon caught in the tree one. and this time, i'll probably even frame it. lately, i've been wanting things on the walls. more precisely, i want things on the wall behind the sofa that match each other, and i'm leaning towards the xrayed flower prints. i'm not sure where this desire came from, or if it's really something i'm going to want once i've actually acquired said things, or if it's just somehow bleed off from having matching furniture, or the fact that i'm getting furniture from my parents which is, while not everything i've ever dreamed off, hopefully includes a dining room table that doesn't wobble so vigorously. (i know it includes a dining room table, the hope regards the wobbling) though soon i will be a woman who owns a hutch, though i'm going to fill it full of candle paraphernalia, not china or Light's gaming-related tchotckes, that's what the shelves next to the tv are for, though i've got a soft spot for the balrog from media's work. i think we/he will slowly paint the house, though we may hire a professional for the bathroom, though strangely a new shower curtain and the potential for lightfixture replacement has lessened my loathing of the layout a little bit. (alliteration unintentional)
on other fronts, lj's been strangely good to me of late, with a meme that ended up reassuring rather than ugly, contact from some people i've been pining for, a sort of reaffirmation that there are still people in the world i wish to get to know better, and that maybe moving from Northampton isn't a certain recipe for loneliness. I have some nicknames I need to sort out, there's a woman i want to name after a stoppard play, but it needs to be something newer than that and i wish the idea of a pearl wasn't so bloody overused and tired, 'cause there's something meaningful about the beauty from grit, and the strange lunar qualities of certain pearls. There are some nicknames that stick around, waiting to be appropriate to someone's presence, and while she's not my Salt, it certainly suits, and while she's got the antiseptic properties of honey, she doesn't have the uniformity of flavor honey conveys. i'm intrigued by what might be a whirlwind october, though hopefully not a terribly expensive one, and i'm a little sad to finally have built up comfortable savings only to know that holidays and heating bills will burn back through them. i've been finishing books, cross-stitching again, not for product but for process. we bought tickets for the girlyman and dar show, and the girlyman show at the ironhorse, and while i want to see the burlesque show, and the peter mulvey/chris pureka show, and half a dozen others, as long as i get the two we've already bought, and the redbird show, i think i'll be satisfied. i want some new music, but too broke and too technologically inhibited to go out and get it, and books still take precedent over just about everything.
the season starts to change, i drink a lot of tea, spoil my cats, bask in Light's attention, miss my little brothers, and live a pretty fantastically full-of-people-and-things-i-love life. in a word (or two) it's pretty wicked nifty.
