first of all, i'm in LOVE with barbara's brand of multigrain shredded spoonfuls breakfast cereal. it's fan-effing-tastic. as a kid i used to love shreddies and these are a nice "natural" (or that might be a marketing ruse to pull the wool over an earnest, unsuspecting rube such as myself) alternative. i loathe soggy cereal, which means that whenever i make a bowl, i have about a five minute (maximum) window to wolf it down. for the longest time, i turned my back on cereal. then i went through a solid two year phase where i ONLY ate my homemade organic granola. now i've started branching out a bit...and the world of cereal is as varied and glorious as i remember from my halcyon days as a waddling, bow-legged tot.
i don't know if i mentioned it already, but as it turns out...i'm getting the OTHER library. a lady from HR called on friday and told me that they had "collectively" decided that i was better off spending my summer with a headful of dust motes, man-handling books from one end of the library to the other (not in those words, but it was implied). the point is: i do have a summer job, so that's okay by me!
last night's documentary was called "the river where we live." it was billed as the "uplifting" africa-themed documentary. it was done in the classic style of documentaries, where the directorial voice is made as invisible as possible, and they sort of just drop you into wherever you're supposed to be. so it was very quiet and still, and although very beautiful from a visual perspective, it still managed to put me to sleep. yes, that's right ladies and gentlemen, i'm officially going to hell. it followed different sets of people who make their livelihood based on the economies, ebbs, and flows of the niger river in mali. i maybe saw about 25% of it, so i don't feel qualified to give it a review. however, from what i did see, the "uplifting" tagline might have been overstating it a little bit. while the people were still managing to eke out a meager living, had a great attachment to their families, all the children depicted were loved, etc...the prevailing theme was that things were going to be changing. the river that had provided a way of life for generations was no longer yielding the bounteous fruits that it once did, and the next generation living life on the river would probably be forced to go to the soulless city to find a way to continue to survive.
today we have an afternoon documentary about tea. then i have to work a shift at the library, then we're going to see our friends' band play at the cadillac lounge. i LOVE them. they do amazing, folksy, rootsy, bluegrass. and i love their name, too! they're called "the creaking tree string quartet"
last night the roomie brought back ghandi's rotis for us to eat. i had half a malak kofta roti and half the lamb roti. it was delicious! the lamb is braised into luxurious, silky tenderness, and the sauce that binds it together is spiced and redolent with gamey lambiness. tonight we're having a spelt and white bean soup with those cheddar and onion focaccia sammies i love so much.