sixty percent chance of rain

for two consecutive days , one person (prolly not the same) visited le blogge. then (get this) TWO people came, same day. check it out, I’m famous!

noxious…..virulent, unwholesome, pernicious, deleterious, harmful.

truculent…..fierce, nasty, rude, harsh, scating, simply not nice.

repose…..rest, tranquility, peace, sleep, dignified calmness ads of composure

facile…..doing something with ease, possibly superficially,  unconstrained, complasiant, easily influenced. I am easily influenced.

Today vas another superb clay day; saturdays are the little kids classes. Brought my books to Bethy so that she could flip through them before handing them back mundy, (next class). I dunno if she’ll get through them, there must be 20 pounds worth of book in that pile. ouch.

We’ve developed a new thing: I’ll teach the littlies with her most of the time and that’ll pay for most of my other classes or some such. I’d been helping before in spite and, as she pointed out it’s not necessarily sensical for mum and dad to pay for all my classes in that case.

the girls are pretty sweet, though, about seven or six I think….the oldest at 8 or something as of yesterday. strangely they sound exactly like the ladies at a church fair (shudder) and repeat each thing brought up in conversation an exhausting number of times before putting it down, which can get very old very fast, something like this:

(in high pitched, warbly little voices)

Natalie: I don’t think Hannah’s gonna come today…

whatsherface: Noo….I don’t think so either.

other girl: Hannah’s 30 minutes late. She’s really late!

whatsherface: Hanna’s 30 miutes late…I don’t think she’s going to come.

Natalie: ohhh….she’s really late, isn’t she….

other girl: I don’t think hannah’s going to come today…

Or, when you say a word that they don’t know, they occasionally quietly repeat it to themselves. so for example: I’ll be like “hey, hannah, you mignt want to use a pin tool on that. It’ll keep the little shards from getting all over.” and I’ll turn towards the shelf and rifle through pin tools for the right one. Hannah follows me and goes “pin tool….”

if you are the baby of a black and an asian, you are blasian. if you’re 1/2 white &1/2 black, you’re whack! if you’re the baby of a black and a blasian, you’re bla blasian. thanks, sarah love.

while walking home from school…. it’s really damp out. you have to understand, my hair consists of this mop of curls, almost einstein-esque in his later days, but better kept. so I’m trotting along with my bookbag down the mudded-over sidewalk, nodding at sopping knot of them at frequent intervals to keep curls out of my eyes and looking like i’m disagreeing with the little voices in my head. some joan d’arc here.

and now my pants are still all wet…

After unlocking the door, I had to bring this little boxwood christmas tree (you know what boxwood is…) up to chez grandmere as a token of the holiday season (right next door up a now muddy muddy hill) as bidden by the maternal unit. just now mum has called and asked if I would pleasey bring it up and, in response to my already have…, she was quite full of disbelief that I would actually do something that she asked me tooo (” oh! really? wow.”).

But you see, while I was up there, I also got to play with Crispykins, the eccentricly named and eccentric-in-general-but-sweetly- dispositioned kitty. She’s moved past her days of drawing blood while being petted and now begins purring whenever I’m within a 10 foot radius of her. She likes to be rubbed on the tummy and, when I do, purrs at a similar decibel as a rocket taking off. So sweet. Not that I’m a cat person. quite the opposite….but I’ll make an exception for a few.

And now (drumrolllll) I’m to make biscotti. or something like that. Because, the little voices told me so.

Looks like someone checked out the page today! And by someone I mean one person. Don’t all crowd me at once!

right, away from that scary subject of nationalism. pointing out that our darling political figure is a tad idiotic. But they’ll never know. And still, no one reads this. ever. you know. unless you’re reading now.

Anyways, away! away! this is what I made for cranberry sauce and stuffing day yesterday. or the day before. or something.

Milky Tart

1 cup brown sugar

2 tablespoons flour

little bit of salt

12 ounces evaporated milk

1 crusty thing (fillo dough, piecrust, puffy pastry, etc. but fillo goes best)

2 tablespoons or so of butter

cinnamon

put ze crusty thing in ze pan, buttered if you like. Mix sugar, flour, and salt in the crust with your fingers so that there’re no horrendous lumps of flour. pour the milk over, Do Not Mix no matter how much you’d like to. sprinkle cut up bits of butter over the top and drift liberally with cinnamon, then bake @ 350 for 45-55 min or until the middle bubbles up. yuummmm.

if you use fillo dough. make sure to paint each sheet with butter so that they reach teir peak crispy goodness. I just mussed the edges of mine for decoration because there’s really not much else you can do.

mmmm……frozen pudding for brekkie, and now to work on that nationalism essay. In class we took a little ‘quiz’ to see how nationalistic we were. Patriotic, you know. and I came out rather low on the charts. Oh well, suppose I’m just not that into little paper flags on dowels, then. But really now.

ce matin:

yoko goes CRASHSMASH with her loft

feed her, seeing it’s 7:30 and she is usually fed at 5:45. Poor bunny. Though it’s not as if she couldn’t have been doing away with the two schmillion pounds of hay already in there.

can’t sleep again, so I burrow down in the blankets and cut up an Ellegirl for pressie inspiration. See a necklace for $350 of wired beads. Think “I could make that in 10 minutes.”

dip into my desk drawer, conveniently located less than one inch from le lit.

make that necklace in 10 minutes. Suck on that, commercial marketers!

and… now I just made pancakes, but sir college scum isn’t used to waking before 11:00 (slept over at his dorm and nothing happened until noon. really now.) and then I ate a pomegranate. and then I posted something. And now I am writing ‘and now i am writing’. And now…..

shirataki, in response to your silent inquiry, is a sort of tofu noodly yummy thing. They come in these little clear watery sacks at the grocery andd they’re not very expensive….. When you open the package they reek, so you have to rinse them a few times and heat them up. But they are sooooo good. Especially with this thai/ vietnamese- ish salty salty soup base that we have in the fridge mixed in. Mmmmmmmm. Except I’m sort of splattering little droplets of brothy stuff on my keyboard. G’night then.