Hello Beautiful readers!!!
Sometimes commitments, like writing
blogs, don't work out the way you think they will. They will either
fix themselves or they won't. But as the Little Bear's Mom reminded me that I have an easy platform for describing the
terribly interesting events in my life so...I'm back for a moment.
First, MC's who are covered in glitter
and give away tickets to see Prince are pretty awesome.
Second. Due to some pretty convoluted
circumstances and confidentiality clauses..Psych! I can't actually
tell you what's going on in my life! Instead, I will give you a
musical tour of my life's events and emotions, for the most part in
the past month. As always, identities are preserved by ridiculous
nicknames but if you want to know exactly what's going on, please
message me.
About a month ago, I volunteered for an
event showing pre-teen girls that science is awesome. I was really
stoked about this event as it only happens once a year through my
school. Needless to say, I was a bit annoyed (but concerned) when my
Mum called me ten times between the start of the event and lunch.
When I finally got a hold of her, I found that my Darling Brother had
gotten himself into a good ol' snowboarding accident. Neither he nor
I have ever skiied or snowboarded previously. I don't think I'll be
picking up the habit.
These two videos describe my Darling
Brother, if you don't know him or didn't know he existed.
and
Cool cool. So I can literally do
NOTHING about this situation. I quickly reach this conclusion and
drop the matter as much as I can without being a sociopath. I tell my
Darling Brother to quickly start Physical Therapy and stop working
until he's healed. Well, you know how good teenage boys are at
listening to their sisters.
Leading up to Pi Day, I was busy as a
bee planning my super spectacular Pi Day party. To those who knew
about both, my party was put on the same level as the Math
department's, which is a pretty large department. Partner Penguin was
an amazing help, and brought the pies from the bakery to the venue.
The party was a fantastic success. I would like to point out that
Partner Penguin and I are Geeks in Love.
That
evening, after being elated from a
job well done, I got struck rather rudely by some bad news. The Miser
died. The Miser and I have had a complicated relationship. Well,
complicated is a polite word for it. But as of late, I regarded this
man as a pretty solid father figure in my life. He had genuine love
for me as a sort of daughter and always treated me as such.
Part of why this blog is in songs is
because I don't have the words yet to describe who this man was in my
life. Grief is not an emotion I am familiar with. It is not a process
I understand within myself. The only person I've known who's died was
my grandmother, who raised me for most of my life. While she died
“young” at 75, she had been very gravely ill for many years and
it was a relief and a blessing to me when she passed. This was
different. The Miser's life habits were obviously not healthy, to
anyone with an ounce of sense. But he was never sick, never in the
hospital, never had anything very wrong with him. And then he just
takes a nap one day and WHAM! Massive heart attack.
Without my consent, my body decided to
have the immediate reaction of a Hunger Strike
The bright side of this is that I now
fit into a size 8 dress and I'm going to try to keep it this way.
The downside, of course, was that I was
dreadfully hungry. I eventually was able to eat again, but it's still
not always as exciting as it used to be. :/
The very next week, I had two midterms.
I took many breaks and perhaps did not do as well on them as I will
on others, but that's ok. I went on a hike with the Kittenman (girls
love his pussies). Since it was the end of the week, we decided to go
on a road-trip. But instead of a road-trip, we wound up eating Indian
food. It's ok, sometimes these things happen.
One night, I had a little Defying
Gravity moment. By which I mean I saw Oz The Great and Powerful
and relived my 16-year-old love for all things Oz. I abandoned all
sads at the door and snuck in half a cheesesteak. I must now note
that Hollywood has an astounding ability to make something I cared
less than nothing about (The Great Gatsby
by F. Scott Fitzgerald)
into a movie that looks good enough for me to possibly pirate several
months after it comes out in theatres.
Upon
leaving the movie theatre, all my sads rushed back, with the angry
vengeance of being abandoned for several hours. This resulted in my
winding up at the
Otter's house, wrapped up in a handmade quilt pretending to sleep for
the night.
(Music credit "Spirit Sea" by Ged Flood since I found him through him not being properly credited in this video)
However,
after another week's time, bicycling, gallavanting with the Portly
Asian, reading more than is healthy for any person on an iPad Mini,
and meditating, things started to get better.
Partner
Penguin and I also got to spend some quality time together.
And of
course, we had some food like this:
and
now I'm mostly back to “normal.” Hahahahahahaha.
Who
knows. Maybe I'll start writing regularly again.
Plantains
3 very ripe plantains
galic, chopped finely (I made the
mistake of not caring and eating large chunks of fried garlic.)
dry chili flakes. If you're fancy
you can probably make fresh.
Enough oil to cover your pan ¼ in.
I used Avocado
Put oil in pan. Bring to smoke-point
(so you know where that is) and immediately reduce heat by about
half. After 30 good seconds at the lower heat, add the chili flakes
and garlic. Sautee for 2-3 minutes.
Bring in the bananas!! Plantains are
heartier than regular bananas, and yummier, in my opinion. Slice the
plantains about ½ a knuckle thick. Place slices belly down on the
pan, making sure nobody dogpiles (1 layer only). Flip every 3 or so
minutes. Don't cover. Be very attentive that things don't burn.
When they are all delightfully
crispy looking, put them on a plate with a paper towel and let cool.
We ate them with chopsticks! Yum!
