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Saturday, November 27, 2004

Thanksgiving Feast

I got to go to Dallas to share Thanksgiving with LM's family, who I adore. His Mom did the turkey, stuffing and gravy, and was very happy to allow me to take over all the sides. Here is what I cooked for them:

Stuffed Baked Delicatta Squash (I brought this last year - cheese, pine nuts, red and green chilies, etc)
Hungarian Red Cauliflower (an excellent quality paprika stains it red)
Brussels Sprouts with Walnuts and Raspberry Sauce
Maquechoux (a Cajun/Indian version of creamed corn)
Whole Sauted Mushrooms in Red Wine Sauce
Wild Rice Pilaf (with apple juice, pecans, currants & mushrooms)
Garnet Yams (cubed and roasted in a covered iron skillet with onions)
Mashed Potatoes with Wild Chives
Apple Pie with Cranberries and Walnuts
Cranberry Sauce (1 bag frozen cranberries + 1 can frozen applejuice concentrate opt. 1 small can crushed pinapple)
I have no idea how to make pumpkin pie.
I'm not good at stuffing, but I love it...
I don't know how to do that greenbean thing with the crispies on top...
I can make a mushroom/cream brown gravy for mashed potatoes, etc. if needed. I don't know how to make gravy out of pan drippings. Next time I see it done I'll be writing it down.


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Thursday, November 18, 2004

A Guest Poet Prophesies, and My Replies

Butterflies Make Me Wish
(or: "The Only Reason on Earth to Spend a Day in Houston")
Morphos Butterfly
Hovering above the Orinoco River Delta
Flapped its wings furiously
Rippling the air around it
Sending a new hapless
Fly careening
Into the moss in front of Centipede
It struggled madly & hopelessly in her mandibles
As Centipede elongated & undulated herself
Until Tarantula shot forth from under a log
Seizing and poisoning Centipede
This motion drew the attention of Iguana
Who snatched Tarantula with pink, sticky tongue
Giving his position away
To Boa on the low-hanging branch above
She hurled herself from the tree
Landing on the ground with a thud
En-coiling Iguana
Spooking many Tapa
Sending them scurrying across
The forest floor, grunting and squealing
Agitating Howler Monkeys above
Into hoots, howls, & hurtles
Through the canopy
Violently rattling the tree-tops
Sending many Bird People
Flying in panic
Providing the final impetus
That prodded a misty steaming bubble
Of moisture-laden air upward
Entraining more buoyant air beneath and beside
Pushing inexorably skyward-free convection
Building a cumulus cloud
Of condensing Caribbean-Atlantic moisture
That burst latent heat into
This column of ascending air
Building and sculpting that cloud
Into cumulonimbus-an exquisite cell
With increasingly powerful updrafts and downdrafts
That unleashed drenching downpours, lightning, and
Gusty, rain-cooled winds which
Burrowed under the surrounding
Tropical maritime air mass
Lifting yet more of it
And more of it-so juicy and free of gravity
So much more latent heat exploding
Wholesale upward acceleration
(The Ocean loves the Sky-giving)
Creating a beautifully-structured complex
Of interdependent tropical thunderstorm cells
That drifted out above the warm salt soup teeming with life
So she fed this creature still more life-giving vapor
As the southerly winds on the west side
Of the Bermuda-Azores High-Pressure Ridge
Steered the growing, organizing convective system
North across the Caribbean and into
The western Gulf of Mexico
The rapid, continuous latent heat release
From widespread abundant condensation and
Precipitation
Further intensified the updrafts and
Subsequent entrainment
Forging a shallow low-pressure area
Spinning with increasing Coriolis Effect
Driving the winds around and inward
Forcing more air to rise-the Cycle ensues
Evolving into Force 5 Hurricane
(The Sky loves the Ocean-giving)
Who slams into Houston, Texas
Bombarding that mistake
With raging winds, flooding rains, tornadoes, and storm surges
Wilderness on the Move
Destroying the city's financial district
(Including and especially Maxxam Corp. HQ)
Making international news
Rocking the global "economy"
Scaring hell out of suits the world over
And inspiring me to wish
That I could have experienced it all
First hand.

The Radikal Weatherman Fall, 2004


Veritably, it is prophesy
Given to you by Thomas True
He could tell no lie
And neither could a butterfly



Sir Thomas, of Erceldun
Was a historical human man
Ferried by the Faerie Queene
Into that nether Land
To serve her six years and one
And when that contract done
Returned him to here did she
'Neath his Hawthorne tree
With gift of poem and prophesy
A gift or a curse, why
If you could tell no lie?
And every poem you told came true?
Your lament will equal Thomas' rue.


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Sunday, November 14, 2004

Fashion Non-Sense

When I read Starr's and Dragonfly's blog entries on fashion I was feeling cold and frumpy, in a shapeless fleece pullover with stained grey jogging sweatpant. Yu-uk!

How inspiring to read this and find out that my girlfriend is featured and famous!

I got up, took a loooong hot shower, folded and hung up my laundry and started trying-on. What I think I have settled on, hopefully to go to the fashion show tonight, is one of my punk faeree clown original assemblies: purple chucks with black laces with lime green socks and the lime green baggy corduroy britches rolled up just enough to show the black-and purple stockings under them, but also hanging lowrider enough to show those stockings hiking up over the belt, a blue irridescent sparkly number that does no good holding up the pants but totally provides context for the blue irridescent spangled butterfly halter top tied on in back by a bewildering web of spagetti strap. A locally girlfriend-made leather-and-chrome brads choker reconnects with the black in the shoelaces and stockings, and a HUMONGOUS purple mardi gras beads necklace with inch sized beads that hangs down between my legs. Topped off with a lime green yarn raggedy-Anne wig, lime-green antennae and of course the chrome-green faux leather jacket with the green faux fur collar. Purple lipstick will be added at the last minute, with some bright blue glitter sprinkled into it. Ready to-go!


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Friday, November 05, 2004

You Can't Get Much More Reality-Based

We are now collaborators. Us, the American people. Do you think it will matter much to anyone else that we let them steal the election?

Just paint a bulls-eye on yer backside!

You can't get much more reality-based than this.


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Wednesday, November 03, 2004

Election Results

good. gods.

LM just informed me that last night i wailed for two hours without stopping. i remember very little of it, but what i remember was of hearing that voice, a bloodcurdling keening, like it wasn't me. like it was coming through me but not from me. i mean, yes it is very bad news and i am bummed, but not enough to do THAT! but something/body(ies) else must have been. and why is my throat not sore? LM said that after the wailing stopped, i cried like a normal person for another hour, that i was crying in my sleep. he said he could barely stand the wailing, but he stayed and just held me. what a wonderful man.


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