cooking

when cooking, i think of this:

of all those people who have packed all those things i use: like today i bought some dried apricots from turkey, and they came in this totally elegant little package, arranged neatly in little rows, beautifully done.

i wish i could personally thank those people who do this – probably for not big wages and all that, but beautifully – but i cannot.

so i say this here – thank you, gratias, kudos to all you who do the little packing tasks, including, but not limited to packing dates, apricots, peanuts, greens, and falafels. and to those that make deli wraps and kebabs and pita breads and tortillas, and pel’menji. without you the world would be a totally different place, much more unfriendly and cold, and gloomy.

par ikriem un filtrēšanām

un tātad iksestdienas epasta kārtošanas ietvaros, pārskatot spam folderi, konstatēju kaudzi ar piedāvājumiem kristīgam draugam palīdzēt atbrīvot dažādu āfrikas valstu bankās iestrēgušus līdzekļus (nez kāpēc kristīgam, vai tiešām parastie jau ir beigušies?), dažus apgalvojumus par tēmu, ka man piešķirti ciknutur dolāri saviesīgām kazino aktivitātēm, vēl pāris neklasificējamus gļukus… un šo:

text

text happens when humans try to make meaning.

whatever the meaning is of, whoever the receiver or transmitter be.

all meaning is constructed, all meaning has multiple segments; all meaning is biased, both culturally and personally.

i think i will go back to rabbanus maurus from here. then continue with aquinas. then move on to humboldt. and then, probably, my head will explode, and they will have to look for someone else to write this all up.

what happens to you, my reader, is text. this text. it happens because it first happened to me.

par kaijām runājot

lūk. beidzot enerģijas dzēriens pilnīgi trakajiem. dizains brīnišķīgs. garša… kā jau tādiem dzērieniem. par nožēlošanu jāsaka- ražots austrijā pēc lietuviešu pasūtījuma latvijas tirgum. vienīgais trūkums, vai ne?
(man šo mašīnā rakstot, blakus stūrējošais zvērs paziņoja, ka pirmā pazīme, ka zaurs ir pamodies, esot, ka zaurs sāk blogot. lol.)

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a little bit of closeups

well. i like the seeing of the picture… i’m just too bad at photography. and i have some prejudices, like avoiding taking pictures of humans, and totally abhorring  pictures being  taken of my precious self. i think photos remove parts of my soul, and it hurts. and i think i have the right, same as any other tribesperson, to keep my soul whole. whatever them western ppl say about enlightened education and photos being just photos.

all that said, i finally got a tiny little camera, a samsung st30, one that is smaller than my mobile, and fits nicely in a little pouch on my belt. and now i can try being bad at photography on a whole new level. see images below.

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chicken for lazy afternoons (contains pictures of naked chicken)

welll.. i did it. and took pictures to prove it.

so, you need (approximately)

1 dead chicken
1 sharp boning knife
about a tsp of salt
1 bell pepper
1 10 inch carrot
1 medium sized onion
about a handful of prunes
3 cloves garlic
100 g rice (dry)

skypedown

when a body is voiceless, and will remain so for the rest of this week (aargh, and what shall i do at work, pray?), a skypedown is something of a tragedy.

of course i can use my notepad for communication in an eye-to-eye situation, or do some mime, but my handwriting is … mmm.. well, ppl describe it as ‘very pleasant to look at, but what does it say?’, and i am not very adept at bodylanguage.

and then, of course, i am a teacher. i have to (insert expletives of your choice here) talk. explain stuff. ask questions. all i am left with is a bunch, a collection of Those Looks. but a look does not explain why it is this grade, and not that, and what the mistakes are. and also, i have been blessed with students who are – at a very basic and essential level – mostly copycats. copykittens.