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This week is the last week of classes before finals and so I have been caught up in the whirlwind of it all. I have a great many things to do, but not more than it is possible to manage which stands out in stark contrast to my midterm exams. If anything it is the life tasks pulling me under rather than the school tasks. I am eagerly looking forward to the end of this semester which has been hard and unpleasant in even more ways than I anticipated. I've been considering trying to take an online class overlapped with my other classes in order to better prepare myself for what I need to do in terms of extra work outside of regular enrollment but I'm concerned that 5 classes and two jobs may be too much. Luckily I have a little bit of time before I have to decide. I have also been considering archiving parts of this blog on wordpress since it's easier to manage in a lot of ways. I will update as necessary. The future looks bright and I can't wait to get there. 

Links
Marvel and ESPN have joined forces and it's pretty great! Plus I was happy to discover many of my favorites (subjects and artists) made the list.
NPR's book concierge is out and I'm really happy about because more books are just what I need.
It's gift season. I've been looking at this general homemade gift board and this weekend knitting and crochet one
I'm really attached to the idea of making molten halva lava cakes when I get home for the holidays, my family will likely be less enthused. 


Poem of the week 

Maggie Says There's No Such Thing as Winter
BY JANET MCNALLY
 
If you believe in snow, you have to believe
in water as it's meant to be, loosed
 
from clouds arranged like asphodel. Because that's
what it's like to come back: a slow
 
surfacing, memory spiraling away. You can sleep
so long, whole seasons are forgotten
 
like a hospital-room plaster, spidered
with cracks in Portugal shapes. You can love
 
sleep like water, love your heavy limbs
pushing river and ocean aside.
 
After Maggie woke, the doctors had her stringing
bracelets of semiprecious beads, and she
 
couldn't stop counting the kinds of blue.
Here, summer, in the high shade of a ginko,
 
she pulls up a handful of stones on silk
and we drink grapefruit seltzer, listening
 
to the tinny chime of bubbles
rising to the air. She can't remember
 
autumn, so we tell her someday this tree will drop
its fan-shaped leaves all at once,
 
golden in the October crush
of every plant's frantic strip show. Later
 
we'll see mountains through the scrim of empty
branches, and if we can look straight up
 
into the atmosphere, see the same plain old sky
revolving. When we ask Maggie what color it is
 
she always says iolite, picturing beads
like raindrops, shining azure on the table.
 
She forgets that sometimes things don't stay
where you leave them, that the sky fades
 
to white even before snow begins
to fall. It's hard, but we have to tell her
 
even sapphires don't glow blue
without some kind of help.
 
 
Source: Some Girls (White Pine Press, 2015)
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 I am taking the morning off today, to eat sugary scones and think about nothing. After a few weeks of uncharacteristic warmth, the cold has finally hit with a vengeance. I've been thinking about the future this week, about what I want and where I'm trying to go. I have many things to be grateful for this week (and every other week), my family, my friends, my opportunities. This will be a week of celebrations. 

Links:
These cloth tissue packs are simple but what a great idea 
I want a yarn bowl for Christmas. I love this one but with my life, ceramic might be out of the question
It's cookie season! My friends all tease me about being a snob with my "all natural" ramen and dislike of Kraft Mac and Cheese but when it comes to childhood favorites all bets are off (case in point: raspberry ribbon pie). I grew up in church basements and school bake sales and I am not above ooey-gooey cake mix bars.

Poem of the Week
November for Beginners
BY RITA DOVE
Snow would be the easy
way out—that softening
sky like a sigh of relief
at finally being allowed
to yield. No dice.
We stack twigs for burning
in glistening patches
but the rain won’t give.
 
So we wait, breeding
mood, making music
of decline. We sit down
in the smell of the past
and rise in a light
that is already leaving.
We ache in secret,
memorizing
 
a gloomy line
or two of German.
When spring comes
we promise to act
the fool. Pour,
rain! Sail, wind,
with your cargo of zithers!
 
 
November 1981
Source: Poetry (June 2012).
 
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 For the first time in weeks I feel like I might actually almost be on top of what I need to get done going into this week. 

I've been thinking about tragedy probably more than I should in light of the deaths in Paris and the bombings in Beirut and everywhere else where people are losing their lives to senseless violence. There is no antidote to senseless violence but if there was, I would imagine that it would be purposeful kindness. With that in mind, I am resolved to do my part to be kind even when it is hard and perhaps especially then. 

I haven't been writing much lately, but when I start again, expect the return of Six Sentence Sunday.

Links
I'm planning Thanksgiving dinner this week. It'll be quiet this year, just three of us. I'm planning on making whole roasted cauliflower, corn bread, cranberry sauce, a vegetarian version of this stuffing, this turkey breast, the pie I mentioned yesterday and spiced cupcakes probably modified from this recipe which is always one of my go-tos.

Other recipes I'm feeling right now are these butter sandwich cookies and these glazed cookies.

After Flare Path, I've got the 40s on the brain. I'm loving this style board and this one with knitting. There were some really great sweaters going on. 

Speaking of knitting, it's yarn season. I'm making this scarf for my mum and when I finish that, it's on to these gloves for my friend and this hat for our neighbors new baby. 

It's my baby sister's birthday next week and I don't know what to get her. I got her this book last year. I've been thinking about arts and crafts stuff. I remember loving this shrink plastic kit but it might be a little old for her. I'll also be making cake of course. I'm hoping for something like this frosting wise. 

I haven't been reading lately but there are a lot of middle grade books on my to-read-list including The Glass Sentence, When You Reach Me, The Boundless, The Apothecary and many more. I also just finished Six of Crows by Leigh Bardugo and it was great. 

Poem of the Week
from The Hard Season by Kathleen Lynch

Don't hold back now, have
chocolate, throw extra
 
kindling on, even though
skies urge cover & hoarding.
When mice pitter in
 
for crumbs, compliment
their small feet and fitting
ways. When your mouth
 
houses a curse, swallow,
think how you once
had no words at all
 
yet managed
your hungers.
 
 

I'm back

Nov. 14th, 2015 03:58 pm
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I've been incredibly busy for the past two weeks (or two months really) but I have gotten through midterms and the show I was stage managing closed last weekend. I feel like I've been sleepwalking through my life lightly and like I might finally be starting to wake up. 

Links

A professional version of play I stage managed is actually touring in London right now

Speaking of plays, I was reading about the Synetic version of the Tempest for my design class, I would have loved to see it performed. And I'm still not over the Deaf West version of Spring Awakening which is another that I would love to see. 

As the holidays approach, I have pie recipes on my mind. I'm thinking of trying a sort of sweet potato meringue this year as a sort of tribute to the sweet potato casseroles that graced our table as a child. I want to modify a sweet potato soufflé recipe, put it in some sort of whole grain crust like this one or this one and top it with maple meringue. 

Speaking of childhood recipes I have church cookbooks on the brain and I'm trying to replicate a tater-tot casserole that's hard to forget.  

I'm going to see a student production tonight, my friend is directing and it'll be the first time I've gone out in over a month. I'm really looking forward to it. 



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It's hell week and I'm too tired to say anything interesting.  

Links:
Recipes:
Cornmeal pound cake recipe
Bagel recipe
"Louisa's cake" recipe

This Week's Poem of the Week:
Approach of Winter
by William Carlos Williams
 
 The half-stripped trees
struck by a wind together,
bending all,
the leaves flutter drily
and refuse to let go
or driven like hail
stream bitterly out to one side
and fall
where the salvias, hard carmine,—
like no leaf that ever was—
edge the bare garden.

Last Week's Poem of the Week
Buckwheat
by Carl Sandburg
 
There was a late autumn cricket,
And two smoldering mountain sunsets
Under the valley roads of her eyes.
 
There was a late autumn cricket,
A hangover of summer song,
Scraping a tune
Of the late night clocks of summer,
In the late winter night fireglow,
This in a circle of black velvet at her neck.
 
In pansy eyes a flash, a thin rim of white light, a beach bonfire
ten miles across dunes, a speck of a fool star in night's half
circle of velvet.
 
In the corner of the left arm a dimple, a mole, a forget-me-not,
and it fluttered a hummingbird wing, a blur in the honey-red
clover, in the honey-white buckwheat. 
 
From Smoke & Steel


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  This week's poem of the week comes from Hoa Nguyen 

Love and Level

by Hoa Nguyen

Love and level the sleeves
              Eating is a hand
here        Leave laughing if you must
like leave this creamy celery root

We push out                     jerking
a sleeve of we    & I cover you
horses sourced in sea

(weave in waves and manes)

Hoa Nguyen, "Love and Level" from As Long As Trees Last. Copyright 2012. 

Taiye Selasi has something to say about where she's from
And it's well said. I teared up at a couple points because it hit so close to home. 

Why print in the darkroom?
Alternative and historical processes
I am looking forward to getting back into the darkroom sometime within the next month or so. 

A super dedicated journaller 

My family came to visit me this weekend which always leave me off balance searching for my place in my day to day life but this week was better than last week and I just need to hang on and ride the wave up and in. 
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 Today I did some work and then went to the harvest festival at my local co-op. It was very lovely and came with an abundance of free samples which is always a plus.

This week's poem is very short but it's, one of my favorites. 
 
In the Library
by Dorothea Grossman
The library always smells like this:
an ancient stew of vinegar and wood.
It’s autumn again,
and I can do anything.
©2008, Dorothea Grossman

Links
Onform is a drawing exercise/game
Animated shorts that pay tribute to female pioneers of the field 
Playlist that I'm listening to right now (I'm really feeling the Eastern Canandian vibe having just returned from a short trip there) 
Recipes I want to try: Sweet and Savory 

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 Links
Treating brassica stems like bones in cooking 
Rice pudding and homesickness
My pattern inspiration board

Thoughts
I moved back to school this week and I am getting back into the swing of having classes. It s strange to think that it's been nearly two years since I spent any time in a lab. Fall is my favorite time of year. I love the way that it feels like the whole world is bending in close to sing one last lullaby before going to bed for the Winter. And yet this year, I'm struggling. I feel as if I am standing on unsteady ground sinking deeper with every breath. The homesickness is hitting me hard this year but I am not homesick for the home that I go to but for the one that I can't get back anymore. I simply have to remind myself that I am walking forward. As long as I keep moving, I will continue to grow and in time, this cloud will be but a distant memory. 


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I know I said that I be posting other things but real life got in the way as usual so here's something that I never got around to posting.
 

This fills the "teammates" square in my genpromt bingo card (which I'm pretty sure is super late because I stopped existing outside of school for a while there). It exists in the AWKI 3.0 universe of my unfinished novel. In this world, powers are known about by the general public but not always accepted. 

 

Devi makes a compromise, gets mad and gets a hobby (not necessarily in that order). 

 

Read more... )
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Food:
Nut free macarons
Quinoa spelt scone recipe from Le Pain Quotidien 
Honey cake recipe that I modified for my raspberry cornmeal cake (recipe to come) 
The Baking Bird "Baking" Pinterest board which I am reading for inspiration 
Winter citrus cakes with saffron honey syrup 
Swiss cinnamon crisps
Pistachio and kumquat pavlova (My mum thinks it's too fancy but I'd love to try it. I've been obsessed with kumquats since I first encountered them at three at the floral supply warehouse with my mum) 
Homemade Velveeta cheese recipe 
Cinnamon swirl coffee loaf
How to dry sourdough starter 
The cake recipe that serves as the base for my yellow cake recipe (mine to come) 
Anise Platzchen (German anise cookies) 

Other:
A collection of sketches done by Richard Johnson for the Washington Post 
Young Wizards updated (NME) version ebook "boxed set" 

Excitement:
I have a job interview which I got based on the merits of my dubious limerick writing skills. Last week's Sunday Six to follow either tonight or tomorrow along with the aforementioned recipes. I have one more paper to turn in before I can really relax. 
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Hopefully tomorrow I'll have a few recipes that are more substantial but for today, I've been thinking about breakfast because whenever I go back to living without a dining hall immediately available, breakfast is always a bit of a struggle in the midst of the chaos.  

These are three recipes (recipes in the loosest sense of the word) that I make often. They all use eggs because protein is what I look for in a meal (especially breakfast) and I don't have a nice enough blender to make smoothies. They all try to get as much protein with as little effort and cost as possible. 

The first is a quick version of something I've always called eggy-weggy

You'll need:

  • At least one egg (more if you want)
  • Some bread (anything will do including stale)
  • Some cheese (optional)
  • Anything else you want to add like veggies or meat, leftovers work great here (optional)

The process of making it is pretty easy. You either cut or tear the bread into pieces and put it in a pan. You can add fat here but you don't have to if the pan is non-stick/cast iron. You toast the bread and then you add the veggies or meat if you're using them. Then you break the eggs, stir once or twice, drop in the cheese and let it cook until the eggs are done. The whole thing takes about 10 minutes if your veggies/meat is already cooked

You can also make it in the microwave. Just throw all the ingredients into a microwave safe dish and stir a couple times before cooking. I like to toast the bread if I'm going to microwave it (and I have time) but you definitely don't have to.

If you're trying to stretch the amount of eggs you have, you can also add some cottage cheese or greek yogurt or sour cream with the eggs and use more bread.

The next is a version of grilled cheese

You'll need

  • Bread
  • Eggs
  • Cheese that will melt 
  • Optional additions include caramelized onions and mustard

Beat the eggs (you can thin them out with a little water or milk to make them last longer) and put the bread in like you're making french toast. Cook your savory french toast and when it's done add the cheese and any toppings. Proceed like a normal grilled cheese.

The last is barely a recipe but when I need to get some protein fast, I'll throw an egg into a bowl of oatmeal, mix it in and microwave it. 

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 Todays six sentences come from my wip novel AWKI 3.0

"I'll have her save something for you," says Ani carefully. They're skirting around something important, but she can't for the life of her figure out what it is. She's saved from having to think of something else to say by the arrival of Elena.

"Morning," says Ani. 

Elena nods at her and allows Seb to sweep her into an embrace. Ani let's her gaze linger on her kissing friends for just a second too long before she drags her eyes back to the skyline. It's hard when everybody seems to have somebody but her. 

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This weeks Sunday Six comes from an essay on mediation because it's finals and I'm very busy. 

By now, I can slip into the place where all of my thoughts hover, ebbing and flowing in tiny eddies. I imagine my mind into a big vat of boiling sap. My thoughts foam on top and I skim them off as necessary. Below that is the roiling sea of embryonic ideas. And below that is the place where the sap turns into syrup, thickening to slow moving amber. This is where I want to be.





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Recipes
Egg masala
Bibique
Gulab Jamun
Gateau au yaourt

Other things
Legendary women writing contest
Bobbin lace pattern
A board game that my childhood best friend would have loved (thanks to ysabetwordsmith for introducing me through her links) 
My favorite song from "The Secret of Roan Inish"
Kickstarter for a super cool looking chemistry game called "Ion"

I'm in a getting things done sort of mood today. I feel at loose ends but in a way that makes me want to connect those ends rather and lay on my floor and do nothing. For instance, this morning I submitted a script to a writing contest just because I felt like it. I'm hoping I can get a lot done while this feeling lasts because that would be great. I also bought a new plant today which always makes me feel good. 
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 Making Turkish Coffee without an ibrik 
Using stones as drop spindles
Apron dress (I'd love to make one of these)
Slouchy smock dress (free pattern)
Free Japanese craft web magazine
Free Nani IRO patterns 

I'm also doing my second micro-teaching lesson today. I'm really excited about my making Facebook profiles for Shakespeare characters activity. I hope it goes well. 

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 Links:
Stand Still Stay Silent: Webcomic by Minna Sundburg 
Comic page tutorial also by Minna Sundburg 
Modern cities drawn like Tolkien's maps 
Open courses in A + P (anatomy and physiology) and biology 
100 medieval careers
Vegan ceviche 
Not sure if I also linked to my portfolio (which is very slowly being updated with both old and new work) but again won't hurt

(At some point I will do a post specifically about all the great webcomics that I read. I should probably also do one about books, because books) 

Freaking out:
I only have three more weeks of classes left! Also I got the job that I applied for, I got in the costume design for the fall (!?!) and I kinda have time to write again. Granted I'm terrified about declaring in the fall and not being able to make intermediate Russian but ... I don't know I feel like my life is going somewhere which is amazing. 

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And this has been a very long week indeed and sadly, it isn't over yet. 

I wish I had more time to write this week but It's hell week and midterms and I barely have time to breathe let alone write. It should be easier now that I finished my big research paper (yay). 

Anyway the point of this was a poem. 



The Other Way Around

It’s 4:57 on a Thursday 

And I am fresh out of poetry.

I irrationally hate the month of April 

And it’s been at least two weeks 

Since I took out the trash 

Or did any laundry

 

I’m tired of writing about tragedy.

I’m tired of living in one.

A boy named Nathan died alone in his room today.

I don’t even remember if I met him. 

We have one mutual friend.

(on Facebook if that can even be said to count) 

He’s dead and I’m still worried about

Money and that paper I haven’t written yet.

 

I’m tired of death.

A teacher who died of cancer

A fluffy white dog 

who won’t ever lick my face again

A little girl I never met

A boy who is still haunting me

Five years later

 

I’m trying to remember the steps 

To get out of bed every morning

With a smile on my face. 

(it probably starts with

getting more than four hours of sleep)

I’m doing everything out of order

Make friends, then cry on them

Wake up, then go to bed

Not the other way around

This poem belongs to me and may not be copied or reprinted without my permission
Mercy Victoria, April 2015

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The poem of the week is late this week but I'm going to pretend that it was on purpose because today is the first day of poetry month. I chose one of my favorite poems for this week instead of searching for a new one because it's Hell Week and I'm very busy. I'm so stressed that I've crossed back over into happy.

Also I'm at a place in my life where spending an hour testing the aerodynamics of foam potatoes is just another Tuesday.

A PRAYER FOR THE 21ST CENTURY
by John Marsden

May the road be free for the journey,
May it lead where it promised it would.
May the stars that gave ancient bearings
Be seen and be understood:
May every aircraft fly safely;
May every traveler be found;
May sailors in crossing the seas,
Not hear the cries of the drowned.

May gardens be wild like jungles,
May nature never be tamed.
May dangers create of us heroes,
May fears always have names.
May the mountains stand to remind us
Of what it means to be young;
May we be outlived by our daughters,
May we be outlived by our sons.

May the bombs rust away in the bunkers,
And the doomsday clock be rewound;
May the solitary scientists, working,
Remember the holes in the ground.
May the knife remain in the holder,
May the bullet stay in the gun,
May those who live in the shadows
Be seen by those in the sun.

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