The left shoulder wet
With November rain
Every second to entertain
The things that pertain
To the world within
Our umbrella
The May shower
Bringing nothing but flowers
And hours and hours
Of deadness. The air sours
Yours, mine. What is ours
If nothing to beget?
—-
Feeling like a unicorn because JLS said “Everybody in love, go put your hands up” and I didn’t know how to respond to that.
Mackerels are my favorite fish. They’re plentiful and considered a cheap fish, but each fish is hearty and has a bit of a chew that I enjoy.
Lucid Fall, who is a well-known presence in the Korean indie/folk scene, wrote a really heartbreaking song about my favorite blue-backed fish.
고등어
Mackerel
어디로든 갈 수 있는 튼튼한 지느러미로
With strong fins that can go anywhere
나를 원하는 곳으로 헤엄치네
I swim freely to places I desire
돈이 없는 사람들도 배불리 먹을 수 있게
So that those without much money can still be full
나는 또 다시 바다를 가르네
I swim across the seas again
몇 만원이 넘는다는 서울의 꽃등심보다
Compared to the sirloin of Seoul that cost tens of dollars
맛도 없고 비린지는 몰라도
I may not be as delicious, and smell fishy
그래도 나는 안다네 그 동안 내가 지켜온
But I know that I have protected, all these years
수 많은 가족들의 저녁 밥상
A place on the dinner table of countless families
나를 고를 때면 내 눈을 바라봐줘요
When you pick me in the market, look me in the eyes
나는 눈을 감는 법도 몰라요
I do not even know how to close them
가난한 그대 날 골라줘서 고마워요
Thanks for picking me, even without much money
수고했어요 오늘 이 하루도
You’ve done well, yet again today
나를 고를 때면 내 눈을 바라봐줘요
When you pick me in the market, look me in the eyes
나는 눈을 감는 법도 몰라요
I do not even know how to close them
가난한 그대 날 골라줘서 고마워요
Thanks for picking me, even without much money
수고했어요 오늘 이 하루도
You’ve done well, yet again today
나를 고를 때면 내 눈을 바라봐줘요
When you pick me in the market, look me in the eyes
나는 눈을 감는 법도 몰라요
I do not even know how to close them
가난한 그대 날 골라줘서 고마워요
Thanks for picking me, even without much money
수고했어요 오늘 이 하루도
You’ve done well, yet again today
수고했어요 오늘 이 하루도
You’ve done well, yet again today
Frequently we want to /
Need
to justify
Interchanging two integrals
(or
an integral and
a sum). Doing such interchanges
is one of the most frequent
Tricks
in mathematics; whenever you
See a double sum, a double
Integral, or
a sum and an integral
You should consider this.
While we cannot always interchange
orders, we
Can
if the double
sum (or
double integral) of the
Absolute value
of the summand
(or
the integrand) is
finite.
——
Why yes, I’m writing found poems instead of studying for my impending doom in Math 105 tomorrow.
“Studying” for exams means that I never want to get out of Mission… which theoretically works if you’re into Mission food. Mission dining hall has some great days and fortunately, tonight is wings and things night which means I can gorge on sour cream and “tortilla chips”. But yesterday, I really didn’t feel like eating in Mission and someone had given me a box of pasta on Monday, so I made pasta.
Aglio e Olio
Pasta (spaghetti or linguine works best, but I used rotini, so any kind that’s not too thin will work)
Olive oil (regular or EVOO, whichever you like better)
Sliced garlic (half a handful per serving)
Salt
Cheese (shredded or gratedparmesan… or any mix with parmesan will do)
*Optional pepper flakes. Add just a small amount right before the pasta is added.
Boil pasta al dente (it should feel a bit undercooked but still chewy) making sure to salt the water properly. Slice the garlic. Heat oil in a frying pan and add the garlic to saute over medium to high heat (so as not to overcook the garlic). When the garlic seems to start browning, fish out the burnt pieces thoroughly and add the pasta to the pan. Coat the pasta with the oil quickly but thoroughly over lower heat and add generous amounts of cheese before serving.
None of these have measuring units.. why? I have no idea how much of what goes in this pasta. I saw it and tasted it somewhere, and I go from memory to make this. People can tell about how much of everything is supposed to go in, anyways, and I’m not a real cook, so I eyeball heavily.
There are lots of recipes for this pasta, in any case, and I think most suggest copious amounts of pepper flakes. I tried this and it sucked. Being Korean, I must love spicy by the means of transitive property but I hate pepper flakes. It doesn’t have a deep taste because unlike the well-fermented and broth-based spiciness of pepper paste, pepper flakes are often bitter, sweet and sour as well as spicy. Besides, it masks the garlic and the cheese, who are the real highlights of this dish.
This pasta has a lot of room for variety. I go with straight-up olive oil but some people really like the extra virgin stuff. I think if I had any, a bit of wine or reduced balsamic also might have been nice for this. Almost any vegetables can be added, as well as chicken or shrimp. But I ate it pretty plain yesterday, with some good garlic and cheese. And it was still delicious.
Shoot. I have to do some work…. boo finals week!
If the entire world was running at the speed of light
Will I be able to reach forever
And never get anywhere at all?
Last day of classes + rain = the correct setting for the doom and failure I’m about to recieve during the next week or so.
Damn, my joints are stiff. I’m old 😦
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This is Not a Love Song- Nouvelle Vague
This is not a love song
Happy to have
Not to have not
Big business is
Very wise
I’m crossing over into
Enter prize
This is not a love song
This is not a love song
This is not a love song
This is not a love song
I’m adaptable
And I like my new role
I’m getting better and better
And I have a new goal
I’m changing my ways
Where money applies
This is not a love song
This is not a love song
This is not a love song
This is not a love song
This is not a love song
I’m going over to the over side
I’m happy to have
Not to have not
Big business is
Very wise
I’m inside free
Enterprise
This is not a love song
This is not a love song
This is not a love song
This is not a love song
Not television
Behind the curtain
Out of the cupboard
You take the first train
Into the big world
Are you ready to grab the candle
Not television
This is not a love song
This is not a love song
This is not a love song
This is not a love song
http://iliketoforkmyself.blogspot.com/2009/11/say-hi-to-forever.html
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Daul_Kim
Daul,
I was a fan. Not because you were pretty and skinny and appeared in flashy magazines or because you were a Korean girl working the runway as an international top model. No, it was because of your unbridled dark humor and your beautiful art pieces and the frustrations you felt as a Korean girl abroad that I felt too sometimes. And your bravery to let it out on your blog. Since November, you are no longer a part of this world but sometimes, I like to go back to the cybershrine of your words and remember you.
DaulMonster, you were beautiful.
“That’s right, selling band candy turned me into a DRUG DEALER.”
Did you have band candy in high school? We had music department candy. It’s because our school district was $7 million deficit and we kept giving money to the sports teams anyways. (Hey, not saying that our sports teams were bad, but we had two All-Eastern singers from my year. When did our football team last make championships? At least the wrestlers were getting titles and shit.)
Anyways. Those damn Hersheys boxes. They were hard as hell to assemble at first time, but they sold out really quickly if you knew which crowds to target. The Reese’s Cups and pieces sold out in two periods and the kit-kats were relatively popular. A regular crowd liked Hershey’s bars with and without almond, but you know which candy was left over every single time?
Those damn Twizzlers. Yeah, I didn’t like them either. What the hell is up with licorice? That shit feels and taste like scented softened plastic and clung to the teeth like nothing else. Oh sure, one or two health-conscious girls purchased some to satisfy the sweet tooth, but we all knew that the biggest demand for Twizzlers was made by the Guidance office ladies. Yeah, those secretaries really liked Twizzlers. I ended up accruing like 18 packets of Twizzlers at the end of the year because no one else would buy them. And then I got addicted to the strange plasticky taste because I ate all of them.
Anyways, I had a pretty good profit off those boxes in my senior year. It wasn’t even close to the amount I had to raise for Niagara, but I still got quarter of the way there through those boxes. I kinda wish I had done it every year because there was some comfort in lugging around that plastic cardboard box everywhere. The envelopes got fat with dollar bills and you never had to do much to sell out the box.
And now I have a weird craving for Twizzlers. Damn.
Some may be impressed by your words but
I know the truth behind your
Sparknote knowledge which tells you nothing else
Than what the world believes. To you, Robert Frost was
a romantist, a dreamer
Laden with symbol and textured with hidden meanings
that you, of course, are privy to. He
rocked your soul’s rebellions with
with his Road less taken. Well
If scratching the surface was a mark of merit
Your claims sure are meritorious. All of the
Criticisms you pored over
Never said
That poems are meant to be taken as they are
Pretend not that you know
What the poet meant or what he wanted
Besides the words of the poem- the poet meant what he
wrote and not what you’ve read in spite of
his intentions. You can reference
William Carlos Williams or John Keats or Pablo Neruda and the likes
But nothing masks the emptiness of your knowledge
For if you ever held up a poem
To the light- let it grow in a petri dish
And fester in the darkness of the closet
O Hermes, patron of thieves of stale ideas and cowards afraid to
Make new thoughts for appearing a fool,
You would know that it meant nothing that you
Assumed it to be.
Compound butters!
I’ve failed before in my attempts at making compound butters because I never understood the chemical story behind butter… Chocolate butter, while it sounds very tasty, was not possible with my limited arsenal back home. (That, and the lack of actual butter in my fridge…) But I took myself to Stop & Shop to prepare for a surprise breakfast for tomorrow with Danny and Audrey. At one point, we decided we were going to have a tea party with biscuits and I thought “Hey… biscuits with compound butter!”
With a bit of help from Williams dining hall, I made an awesome Honey & Lemon compound butter that will be going on someone’s special french toast tomorrow and those biscuits for next week’s tea party…
Honey and Lemon Compound Butter
Ingredients:
Two sticks of unsalted butter
Three lemon wedges
1 Tablespoon of honey
Optional pinch of cinnamon
Place one and a half sticks of butter at room temperature until soft enough to squish down with a fork. Mush the butter down to prepare to add the flavors.
Squeeze lemon juice on to the tablespoon of honey and stir very well. Add cinnamon while stirring to keep the powder from clumping.
Drizzle on 3/4 of the mixture on to the butter and keep folding in until completely mixed in. Taste the mixture. If too sugary or watery, add some more butter. If not flavored strongly enough, add more of the honey and lemon mixture.
Put everything in a plastic wrap, cookie sheet, or a non-stick container. Wrap well and leave the mixture in the freezer for half an hour. When the butter hardens up to a point where it is not quite malleable in your hands, it is ready for storage in the fridge.
Ah… I’m wondering what I can use to make a savory butter… maybe steal some herbs and stuff, although those seem to be harder to come by. I do have some garlic on hand right now… Garlic and parmesan?
iamyoonis 