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building a still.
summertime and people pulling themselves apart thread by thread.

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The past week has consisted of saltwater, car fumes, long distance digital conversations that waver consistently between happiness and loneliness (the line between them is indeed thin and easy to cross, I've come to understand), cat-induced asthma, and the cousins/Freya/everyone taunting me with Starcraft 2. Finished Naomi Novik's Tongues of Serpents on the beach. The first three books of the series (especially His Majesty's Dragon) are superior, as I found I was losing a lot of Laurence and Temeraire and the political landscape in the natural world being explored throughout this one. The addition of Rankin didn't ever get resolved, either, which was slightly disappointing. Still, quite an enjoyable read. (I am inclined to love dragons with personality, free will, and some amount of savagery no matter the subject matter, however.)

I'm tempted to just let this devolve into a series of adjectives and nouns, completely without adjoining sentences of exposition. I've got a Bete Noire in the oven for my grandmother's birthday party tomorrow and another plain white cake planned for tomorrow, for those cracked individuals who don't want to eat chocolate covered in more chocolate.

At some point reality is going to come crashing in again, but for now it's nice to just drift.


Jul. 23rd, 2010

Cranberry-Pecan Muffins

1 cup white flour
1 cup whole wheat flour
1 cup chopped pecans (walnuts may be substituted)
2 tsp baking powder
1/2 tsp baking soda
1/2 tsp salt
2 1/4 cups low/non-fat vanilla yogurt (approximate)
2 tbsp vegetable oil
1 tsp orange zest
2/3 cup dried cranberries

Preheat oven to 400 degrees F. Combine flours, pecans, baking powder, baking soda, and salt in a bowl. In another small bowl combine yogurt, oil, and orange zest. Add liquid ingredients and cranberries to dry, stirring until just combined. If the mixture is too dry, add yogurt until it has a spongy consistency. Place into a muffin tin and bake for 20-25 minutes, or until brown. Insert a toothpick to test; if the toothpick comes out clean, they're done.

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Vermont for 7 days. God, thank you for making a place where I don't have to hate myself for a little while. I can lie facedown on the grass and breathe in the earth and let the sun lull to me to sleep until it clouds over and the mist rolls in. People aren't necessary. People aren't necessary? Right? Barbecues and bikinis and blueberries. Treehouses, road trips, mix CDs, solitude. No boys allowed. No girls allowed.

Mar. 6th, 2010

I want to like Sinclair Ross, but an entire book of short stories by him has only cemented the realization that all of his writing is the same. The first story was good, the second alright, but by the third and onward it's all repetition: farm life is hard, farm life is really hard, women aren't steadfast, horses are pretty, farm life is hard. I finished it and went to play Harvest Moon, where farm life consists of watering plants every morning, picking up ducks and setting them down again, and bribing townspeople with herbal tea to love me. I wonder if I'm supposed to feel guilty as I pick shining strawberries and romance bobble-headed boys in fancy jackets.
Home is refreshing, even if the weather is complete crap. Finally finished one of the essays, but the second is due in two weeks so I can relax a little. Buildings don't really stand in for mountains, but they make me realize that I couldn't live without being surrounded by something. Sorry, great plains. I miss you already, Utah, Rockies. I miss the magpies and little red-breasted birds hiding in the pines and the way the sky is so much bigger there, as if it could reach down and carry everything away.

Finally figured out that I'm stuck in Concordia for at least another year because of the program's lovely preference for 6-credit courses, two of which are only available next fall. Mmmm.


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