Thursday, December 27, 2007
Thursday, December 13, 2007
Not too bad now, don'tcha know?
- White
- A couple embracing as their adopted Asian kids frolic
- On signs, 'bus' is translated into Chinese, 'limo' is translated into Japanese
- More white
- Smiling Sudanese ladies serving me at Starbucks
- Rubbery jaws moving beneath layers of white fat
With all the business stuff to do and limited hours in the evening, I didn't even set foot in Minneapolis proper. A shame, as it doesn't look like a bad town and there are cool things to do. But will I ever go back to visit if it's not on someone else's tab?

Wednesday, December 12, 2007
um....um.....um.....
One of the joy's of part time work is the increased amount of time you get to spend at home. But it has it's downsides. When I was a full time worker bee, home to me was the place of leisure and comfort, dreams and romance (that is, dreaming about romance; little actual romance occurred). But here I need to devote my home time to work, or at least to activities that might eventually become income producing (such as singing, grantwriting, and maybe, just maybe, real writing.) But what a change when the purpose of your home becomes multi-use! How can I work when there are so many windows to stare out of, so many magazines to read, and so much putzing to be done?
Lose too much energy in the home and Father Time spends his day taunting and mocking you. Each hour starts out harmless enough, a young 6, an adorable 10. Soon enough you're facing the unruly teens, the hour seems like it's slipping away by 21, and by 33 you're not even on talking terms. The hour trudges on to middle and then old age, only to die and leave with nothing but his ever-agin offspring. And there you are, still chewing your breakfast.
So we have an ebb, and maybe just by doing this little bit of "work" right now, I'll boost myself into a flow. But right now it's only 4:30. And gloomy. And soon it will be night. But wait, that reminds me of something. The luminous work that I'll be performing in less than a month. There's some inspiration. Another tune I'm working on lingers as well:
Night after night, I hear the hungry deer
Wander weeping in the woods.
And from his house of brittle bark
Hoots the frozen owl.
Must the winter come so soon?
Here in the forest, neither dawn nor sunset,
Mark the passing of the days.
It is a long winter here.
Must the winter come so soon.
Saturday, December 01, 2007
Gastronomie de Cambridgeport
I was inspired one day in September to go home and make a leek souffle, or Lauchauflauf, as I first learned the dish. Having four roommates reminded me of my semester in a Wohngemeinschaft in Germany, where I shared a hallway with up to 20 people at one point. This is a nice dish to share.
Insalata caprese with green zebra tomatoes, and a heaping serving of nostalgia.
The green zebras didn't taste as nice a few weeks later, when I bought them after a cold snap. But the main course was successful: rock Cornish game hen basted with soy and honey, and roasted sweet potatoes, onions, and delicata squash braised with cider.
And just last night I pursued my squash romance with something I called a "concoction." Ground turkey with yellow pepper, white wine, sage, and rice, served on a custardy baked kabocha squash. The plates were quite heavy!
It looks like a pine cone, or a mathematical conundrum, but I just found this odd veg at the farmer's market down the street. It tasted much like a cauliflower.
Ohmygod, he's going to eat it!??