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Monday, January 31, 2011

A new high in orphaned undies

A new high in orphaned undies has occurred. I live in an international student environment, and the stuff I find left in the laundry generally comes as no surprise. Tightie whities? Quite common. A latex glove? Not so much. Well, never before actually. No, I have no idea why someone washed a latex glove. We might should leave it at that.

Cornbread for the work peeps

Yep. It was time to make cornbread for the work peeps. Here's the video for how it's done. Bear in mind that when the Deity dropped manna from Heaven, it's was cornbread they were eating.

BFs come and they go. Mostly go.

BFs come and they go. Mostly go. Meet Perez. We hardly knew him. My bright spot on a cold day in a colder season. The doom. The despair. The Raid. How might I ever recover?

My orphaned barrette

My orphaned barrette is making a fashion comeback, or so a work peep suggests on Facebook. Now if I can just manage the locks to go with it, or does rubber cement still count?

Getting there. Not sure what possessed me.

Getting there. Not sure what possessed me to make cornbread at the crack of dawn, but I am, and here it is. Almost done. That Paula Deen chick should take a note or something.

Sunday, January 30, 2011

The last wedge

Yep, the last wedge from last night's corn bread. The batter was the best I've ever made. The baked result was up there, but not comparable to my grandmother's. Tomorrow, the plan calls for taking a panfull to work. Perhaps that sample will be even better. Perhaps even with a video in lieu of a recipe.

There's also that wee matter of measuring ingredients. I don't do that. My mother didn't. My grandmother didn't. I see no reason to fly in the face of their perfection.

There are no colors in Uncle Sam's Army

My daddy, who fought in the Battle of the Bulge, was quite clear on this decades ago. Uncle Sam's Army is color blind. His words, not mine. There are no white soldiers. There are no black soldiers. That list goes on. Later, no male, no female soldiers. They are all, very simply and quite emphatically, United States Soldiers, no more and no less, and as such, a force you do not want angry with you.

So now we have the repeal of Don't Ask Don't Tell. Listen to these two United States Marines bluntly and plainly explain with no ambiguity, with no shades of grey, and with no nothing left to doubt how there are no straight marines, no gay marines, and no transgender marines. There are only United States Marines.

Tuesday, January 25, 2011

It was Sunday again

OK, so I recovered from Saturday's lunch with Mama with a generous sweat that I repeated the following Sunday morning. I tweeted about going to church, and Lil asked about hell freezing over. She knows how I feel about church. We even concur as to how a $100,000 4th of July firework display put on by a Baptist church answers the directive, "Feed my sheep." (It does not.)

So Lil arrives about 1:30. She's all hungry, and I am to, and we hit the Saucer for some bar food. And then the arb where we left the bees in a reduced state.

Finally, the appointed hour arrived. It was time for Lily to leave. Sadness. And the world turned colder. I made a roast in response. Bear in mind that I had no idea what was frozen in the package. I just knew it was headed into the pot as a roast, regardless of it's previous reality.

Bear in mind that disaster lurks ever present. My intent was to make some knockoff Activia a la my cultured buttermilk process. That was not to be.

Monday, January 24, 2011

Not many of us do it this well

So we talk about being brave. We talk about having courage. When was the last time you saw a good example? After watching this video, you'll raise the bar on what makes brave, what makes courage. I know I did.

Sunday, January 23, 2011

We all walk this same road alone

I've watched this guy, this couple, this family for a year or more. Brian is often the quieter fellow, yet here he is speaking from my heart in a letter he wrote. He channeled me for the first half, or so I felt, leaving me to realize how we all walk this same road alone. Perhaps one day, we'll stop doing that.

Saturday, January 22, 2011

My Moon, Your Moon: A collaborative blog for 2011

I work with many talented people, and one of them, Diana Patten, decided to collaborate with me for the next year on a series of pictures and essays developed at each of the full moons of 2011. Here is our first effort.


She probably agreed so she could get my whining bohuncus out of her office. (I can whine with the best of them.) My motivation was to somehow initiate a turn-around of the on-going wretchedness of the past several seasons. It's been one thing after another, and while I doubt her painting and my writing will have any bearing on the greater course of human events, perhaps at the very least, my perception of forthcoming events will improve, thereby, maybe, possibly, improving my small corner of this world.

To this end, I am grateful that Diana has agreed to collaborate this year. We also have a third cohort in crime, that peep being the Sharpie-wielding Shannon Russell Persad. Next year, we plan to assemble these works in a single volume, and Shannon will then tell me about all the mispelt words that are not really my fault, what a proper margin is, and why my choice of font is sophomoric. She'll accomplish all that from atop a thunderous Harley, but that's another story for another day.

Tuesday, January 18, 2011

58 years on-planet now

Yep, another birthday. Another loop about the sun. Less hair. Less money. Accumulated memories spilling over and getting muddled.

I took a long weekend to sort a little, and more, to be alone(ish) in new surroundings. You might ask why not just stay home since I already live alone, and the answer was to have fresher stimuli for a few days. That, and many bean burritos from Taco Bell.

The Hampton Inn in Wilmington (near the University) had rooms for half the usual points, and so I went there. Besides, it's less than two hours driving. AND! It left enough to stay in GSO this May when #1 graduates.

Here're my accommodations at the Hampton.

While there, I felt the call to visit Fort Fisher. Not the only place I went. Just the only place I recorded.

Monday, January 10, 2011

Breakfast Bananas for Raleigh's Rich People

My mother worked in some cafeteria in downtown Raleigh after she left the orphanage. Here is a breakfast food she swore the "rich old ladies" of Raleigh ate every morning.

Sunday, January 9, 2011

In search of the proper grits

There is substantial confusion regarding the preparation of the proper grits. Danger also reported how grits saved his life during his USAF Field Training last summer. A word to the wise should be sufficient.

Sunday, January 2, 2011

An accidental sweet potato pudding

So I was on my way to just cranking out something with the naners and cranberries and taters before they went bad, and I decided to use the Jack LaLane Power Juicer instead of the grater. Why? Well, I didn't want juice. I figured the pulp coming from the back would be more like what my papa would grate for my grandmother.

I was wrong.

What I made with the pulp does not have even the consistency of the pudding my grandmother made. That surprised me. It also needs some heavy sweetening.

However, it was my on a lark attempt to make something of the sweet tater juice that put me on the very edge of Grandmother's pudding. Astounding. Purely accidental.

Sometimes we do get lucky. Well, with the exception of those lottery tickets.

Here's the vid from the kitchen this morning.