lost, and never found

I lost my memory stick somewhere between Thursday and this morning. In transit I am most certain, on the way to print off documents.

I don’t know how I have managed not to loose the two inch piece of plastic before this, to be honest. But it stayed with me throughout many moves, until now. Unfortunately, it had the contents of my old computer on it, which was basically all of my old writing. There was quite a bit of it. You’d think over the past three years since I’ve had my laptop I would have transferred the files from the memory stick over. No, that would have been too easy. Just about as easy as it was to clean (and delete) the contents of my old hard drive, so it could be of use to someone else.

(insert swearing and fist shake).

This is why I want my old typewriter back. I never loose printed documents.

Lost or found any objects recently?

revolutionary road

will depress you.

i made bread pudding for the first time ever (whole wheat and white bread, apples, cinnamon, eggs, raisins, sugar) and it did not depress me.

so good. really. so good.

best and worst parts of your day?

one day you’ll look back, you’ll say, i did that…for someone

In the middle of the journey of our life,
I found myself again in [or through] a dark wood,
[so dark] that the straight way was utterly lost.
Alas how hard it is to say what it was like,
this savage and sharp and strong forest,
which even in thought renews my fear!
So bitter was it that death is little moreso;
but in order to speak of the good that I found there,
I’ll tell of the other things I saw there.

The Inferno, Canto I

i once managed to burn rice krispies

I like to bake. I also like to cook, but a prefer to bake.

I covet the Food Network and recipe books for new ideas all the time, and on occasion experiment. Sometimes this works wonders. And sometimes, like tonight, it does not.

Dinner was great. Maple BBQ Salmon, asparagus and sweet potatoes fries. Although the fries had a little too much seasoning, all was not lost and we readied ourselves to make dessert.

Well wandering the cookie aisle earlier in the day (and deciding no to buy a whole box of Le Petit Ecoliers) but still wanting something something waffery, we settled on making a dessert with Ladyfingers, pudding (is it just me or whenever you make pudding do you hear Bill Cosby’s voice?) and chocolate moose.

Easy.

And yes, it was to make. Too easy. Our mistakes came in buying fat free instant pudding and not letting things chill properly. Oh, it was bad. Even the most decorative display could not save it. I should post the pictures. It took me until about an hour ago to fully digest it. I think I’ll settle for arrowroots and tea tomorrow. Or something light, like Angelfood cake. Do you think that would work in cupcake form?

Any cooking blunders or success stories to share?

words tangled in blue

I got in the car, and drove myself today for the first time in over a month. Felt a little weird. Since I fell I have been relying on the kindness of others to shuffle my arse to and from. Patient friends and family I have. But my leg is doing much better, although still sore and bumpy, I can move about.

Gripping the steering wheel in this deep freeze we are currently experiencing (I think the high today was -20′C) I couldn’t help but wish I lived in a warmer climate. Preferably with rain and mild temperatures (cough, England). However, since that’s not possible at the moment, I find putting some heat into my somewhat broken down car stereo, helps. In order to get a CD to play, I have to rub it on my leg for good luck. Weird, I know, but it works.

Anyway, here are two songs on my car playlist for today.

“Soft Summer Girls“ – Barzin

This song kind of breaks my heart. In a good way. I love the line, “By the light of the kitchen, I’ve been reading your notes. Didn’t noticed I’ve forgotten the sound of voice…”

“Central” – John Frusciante

I can’t really make out the words to this track, but I enjoy the music, especially round the 6 minute mark and the strings at the end.

Although it physically hurts to be outside in the cold for any long period of time, I do rather enjoy how the sun hits a pile of fresh, untouched snow. Especially through the lens of my Elton John-like sunnies. Oh, you haven’t seen those yet. In time.

final answer

This film made me miss being a film student, in class.

So many things to discuss, especially the use of music. Have you seen it, thoughts?

Next on my list Revolutionary Road.

Oh, and I have a post brewing about this show, you may have heard about it, called Lost.

Stay tuned.

stressed out, i am

Had a job interview today.

It went well. Very well.

However there are complications…restrictions…with funding…that is making me hit my head against the wall.

Fist shake to you universe. Fist shake.

waiting

I hate it. But, like most, I do it a lot.

Waiting on the mail, on a few important emails and now waiting for the hours to fast forward so I can make a phone call. Why? So I can get answers to my questions, goddammit!

Frustrating, this waiting game.

In other news, I love this ad.

Sashimi Tabernacle Choir

My friend just sent me this link and besides terrifying me, it made me laugh.

My favourite part is when the fish light up behind him while he’s talking.

Hey, creative thinking…for the most annoying objects on earth.

our love is lost and found

You know Terry’s Chocolate Orange?

The first time I ever had one I was so enamored with it. Why? Well, because I thought the chocolate actually burst threw the foil, completely intact, and I thought that was wicked awesome. I totally missed the tagline “Whack and unwrap.” You could say I was disappointed with this revelation…and I’ve secretly wanted to invent such a product since my dreams were dashed. However, without some sort of explosive I can’t figure out how. I’m welcome to suggestions.

Anyway, I opened up my chocolate orange from xmas today, courtesy of Ali (they come in mint now, which is great because I hate orange flavoured chocolate) and as I marveled at how neatly the slices unfolded, I wished that could be the case when we hit ourselves against things, or when things explode (metaphorically speaking). Sadly, that is not the case. Nothing is ever neat, and I guess no one would buy a product that held crushed pieces of chocolate.

Just been one of those days.