shot down

the one of a kind show was kind of weak. my friend d thinks i'm suffering from the sophomore slump, as last year was my first year. but actually, last year kind of blew too. it's so much of the same same same. same cheesy silkscreen prints- will the d.i.y. silk-screening thing DIE already?!? actually, i don't want silkscreening to die, i want all those images of poppies, birds, horses, and the like, the whole royal art lodge/hipster naturalist/parkdale librarian/bust magazine aesthetic to go the way of the dodo. and the rest!!! oh lordy...there's some very questionable "artisans" out there.

i had a fun time yesterday. watching my friend a and how she organized the catering (75 people, all hors d'oeuvres, 15 different kinds plus fruit and vegetable trays), made me realize that i can TOTALLY do this. i LIVE to organize, write down lists, plan for contingencies and cook. so i'm tackling this side business with renewed vigour. first things first: a business card and an aesthetic. and i guess i'll register my business name...and i might need an accountant too...since i want to be able to write shiz off like a mofo. my kitchen at the present is a lot more spacious and well-equipped than a's...and she's kicking arse!

there was this dude at school who was kind of sniffing around my butt. he invited me to a house party. that was his first mistake. so he used the whole: "can i get your email so i can send you the invite to my friend's house party" opening gambit. to which i (naturally replied): "sure. but i hate house parties." so i get the invite, and have no real intention whatsoever of going. i got ambushed in the computer lab and dude's all like: "so are you bailing? you think you're going to come?" (this was after another computer lab ambush on another day when i was desperately trying to organize my overdue paper inbetween classes, whereupon he time-burgled me and talked about clothes and tried to convince me to go to the house party). so i laid it on the line and was like: "ummm...i don't do well at house parties, surrounded by strangers. i don't know what kind of music you'll be playing, it's cold out, and quite frankly, i see quite enough of you information studies people at school, i don't want to hang out with you on my free time too" there was this broad at the next terminal who was looking at me, the expression on her face can only be described thus: aghast. but i was all like, what the crap? i'm just being honest. if you're trying to get down my pants and you can't handle the level of bluntness and honesty and the way it's going to be laid on the table, then you're not made of the right stuff for mercedes g. lee, esquire. furthermore, as IF i'm going to sugarcoat things for strangers. i barely sugarcoat things for people i love! in the end, i wasn't mean about it, my tone was pretty nice (even bordering on the hesitant!!!) i was just showing my cards in signature mercy fashion.

the dude is actually pretty nice and seems to be a decent guy, although we have absolutely nothing in common. i have a few basic yardsticks: if you're inviting me to a house party, we're probably not going to have a special connection. if you're hitting on me at a bar, we're probably not going to have that special connection. if you're hitting on me at comic-con in san diego, you've got a hells of a good chance of getting some nookie.

the thing i hate is this whole ritual of the house party invite. if you want to get down my pants, just say so. don't be all coded and mysterioso about it. the roomie was all like, "but it's sweet! he's going to ask you to the house party, and then you have some drinks, and then you talk abit and then maybe you smooch...that's the way it goes" and the boy was like: "girls usually love the buildup of the flirting and the tension" and i'm like, I DON'T HAVE TIME FOR THIS S**T. just cut to the chase so i can shoot you down already. cuz i can't shoot you down if you're being all backdoor/side-alley about it, cuz then **i** look like a psyscho killer, q'uest que c'est, jumping the gun when he was just trying to be "friends". lord almighty. if he tries again i think i'm going to go with my signature line: "are you trying to get down my pants?" and then we can have it out.

i guess i'm pretty forward. maybe it's a byproduct of my hyper-need for hyper-productivity. any minute wasted in the namby-pamby sniffing of people's butts is a minute of potential productivity lost! i also don't completely hate house parties. i like them if i know everyone, or if i know no one, cuz in either case, i can be obnoxious mcgee (read: myself). i don't like them when i kinda/sorta know the people (ie. say with work associates, or people you're in the beginning of building a friendship with, or friends of a friend). i generally don't like the kinda/sorta category. it's just small-talk chitchat city. *shudders*

we got caught watching the wedge last night on much music. i saw the video for another song from the most annoying band on earth: CSS. they're signed to subpop. the songs aren't even 1/1000000 of a potential idea for a song. stuff like this makes me embarassed to be in my demographic.

tonight i'm making tuna noodle casserole! with egg noodles, tuna, sauteed celery, onions, garlic and mushrooms, and a thick buttery crouton topping. i do it all mumsy style with a can of campbell's cream of celery soup and mayo to mix in. i can't wait. comfort food for the first day of snow! yay snow!!! even though i can't bike to the mennonites anymore and that means a half hour walk to get my naturally raise meat and meat by-products, it's worth it. for dessert, i think i'm going to go with hot chocolate with whipped cream and cookies. the cookies will be these lacy, sugary, oat-based ones called: "mona's mother's mother's favorite cookie" courtesy of the boy's mum. although it appears i've lost the recipe for the umpteenth time and have to bug mama d for it.

fin.

fabric mice dressed in tudor and edwardian gear?

yes please! today i'm going to my friend's house to help her prep for a ginormous catering gig that she has this weekend. i'm excited to be back in a kitchen. i also want to start my own catering business so i'm excited to see how she does it. i'm also very excited to be working side by side with a fellow cook again.

after that, i have to go to the library and work a shift, and then i'm meeting my friend and we're going to the one of a kind show at the exhibition place. the one of a kind show is the massive tchotkes bazaar with local artisans and craftspeople. heavy on the craftspeople, less so on the artisans. the proportion of actual cool stuff to junk is about 1:100. it's pretty exhausting, and yet fun. sometimes you see some cool pottery or jewellery or some nice clothes, but it's mostly white people house-filler stuff...the aforementioned edwardian mice, lavender jams and jellies, etc. some of the stuff is also FANTASTICALLY over-priced. $20 for a fabric headband?!? what the eff? people actually pay for that? apparently they do.

for dinner we're doing a pre-meetup at ghandis. i might stray from my malak kofta roti and go for the butter chicken. or the sag kofta roti. decisions, decisions! i wish an outpost of ghandis, bacchus roti, and california's sandwiches would open up within walking distance from my house. that sammy last night was da lick. outrageously tasty, and eating there is a bit of an experience. they were playing this one interminably long song that sounded like phillip glass on ludes (think one sparse, modern, repetitive refrain on loop for about half an hour). very interesting choice.

yesterday we also stopped in at store called "red pegasus" so that i might buy this doll i saw featured in now magazine for my niece. it's from a line called "little thinkers" and the one they had was a jane austen soft plush doll. they also had jesus, van gogh, and ghandi. the jane austen was the most doll-like, but she was kinda ugmo, and i didn't think my niece would appreciate that or the ghandi. the jesus one was actually the best (jesus looked like quite the party-animal/stoner in doll form), but i figured i might as well get her the stuff that she wants, however much i disapprove ('bella, what!).

fin.

type A/B

as some of you may or may not be aware, one of my course requirements to get this silly degree is a management course, specifically "management of information organizations". it's kind of like a high school business course, but i have surprisingly little resentment about it, because it's taught by this prof. who ALWAYS wears the same outfit, is very small and slight, and reminds me of my stepdad. he's also very sweet and very gentle (somewhat unlike my stepdad...haha) and he inspires in me concern regarding the potential lack of love in his life (i spent the first few classes worrying about why he doesn't wear a wedding ring and what that could mean).

anyway, i was reading the textbook and it was the chapter on "personality types" so i was trying to determine if i was a type A personality or a type B personality (note: the alphabetical proximity of those two signifiers does little to suggest the gross disparity in their alleged psychological attributes). i was reading aloud the information to the roomie and the boy: "okay, it says that type A people are frequently angry and hostile, would you say that i-"
"YES!" <- the response was immediate, simultaneous, vociferous. me: "but it ALSO says that type A people don't freely express their feelings. do i freely express my emotions?" the boy: "yes. it's just that your feelings happen to BE anger and hostility" hahahaha. it's so nice to be understood!!!! in conclusion, the type A/B dichotomy is really silly and completely arbitrary.

well, come hell or high water i'm handing in my crappy paper for jerks today. one week late. i've been assured from various sources that no one ever fails at FIS, so i'm not worried, even if it DOES cheapen this degree (although, this degree is really the current incarnation of britney spears mid-federline and post-divorce, so there's really nowhere else to go from here). at york, one time i got a b+ on a paper, and i was pulled aside and told that if i got another one, i should reconsider graduate work. eeeeek! scary but at least motivating.

after class today i'm meeting with r and we're doing a little browsing along college street. this is going to culminate in a visit to california's sandwiches on claremont for the BEST VEAL SAMMICH EVER. i'm a bit of a sammy connossieur, and this one is the best articulation of its kind, ever. no deep fryer for them. that's somebody's NONNA in the back, painstakingly PAN-frying each lovely, ginormous, breaded veal cutlet to order. then they slather it with onions, mushrooms, roasted peppers, and cheese and stuff it in a spongy kaiser. prego!!! i'm schlepping some back for the roomies.

i haven't had dessert in a while (ie. since sunday) but it's probably because i've been eating myself into near-indigestion (falling over the precipice into the fiery pit that is full-on indigestion on tuesday) every night. the dinners have been so good! i have no self control.

fin.

the return of the mack

senor el baptismo, pastor-in-training returned to the library yesterday (he was there when i got there) and resumed his bizarre flirtation-ritual/indoctrination methodology. this time it consisted of sitting in a chair reading a magazine, initating a hello, and then asking me how things were going at school. after my standardized, generic reply, he asked me: "do you ever read these kinds of things?" (magazines?!?). i was a little confused by the question, so i took a closer look at what he was reading (GQ?!? does he mean MEN'S magazines? does he think i'm a man?!? <-- honest play by play and insight into the syntatic leaps my befuddled mind is capable of), went with the assumption that he meant magazines in general and then gave another standardized reply. then he said that he really liked "fashion" (not to be a jerkbot, but i really wouldn't have gotten that based on what he was wearing...he's from the MEC/Columbia, serviceable fleece school of sartorial theory) and he liked reading it for fashion tips. okay, well fine. good on you. i proceeded to get on with my job, then five minutes later, as he's leaving, he busts in on a conversation i was having with another co-worker to show me a jacket in the GQ, "what do you think about this one? it's really nice" me: "oh yeah, it's totally very third reich" him (confused): "i'm not sure i get what you mean" me: "you know, it's got that whole glam-SS thing going on" him: *weak laughter* "ahhhhh...i guess" *quick exit*

tres bizarre. the last time i had a patron initiate so much contact with me, it was some older gentleman (like 40+) who was on temporary unemployment, and his courtship ritual culminated in the line: "i'm going to do some yoga at the community centre" *under his breath* "want to come?" gross!

there was tonnes of drama at my branch just before i arrived, featuring child services and some kids and their mom. not terribly pleasant. i basically had to deal with the fall-out, which means hearing the not-so-covertly racist security guard blather on to me about it.

tonight for dinner we're having one of my favorite pastas. you get a pot of water boiling for rigatoni. in a separate pan, you saute some pancetta, cut into a small dice...when it's crispy, you sweat out 1/2 an onion sliced, and some chopped garlic in the rendered fat, then add sliced mushrooms, and usually spinach, but we're going to use chopped beet greens and swiss chard. once those are all cooked down, you set that aside. dump the rigatoni in the salted water, and cook until al dente. have 150g. of fontina and gorgonzola crumbled and ready to go, along with 2 T. of softened butter. as soon as the pasta is al dente, you drain it, and toss the hot pasta with the reserved mushroom-greens mixture, the cheeses, and the butter...tossing it so that the residual heat from the just-cooked pasta melts the cheeses and forms the "sauce". we're eating this with a salad.

fin.

my pater

is probably one of the biggest kooks in the world. which means i come by my contrariness/control-freak tendencies honestly, by way of nature. however, i was also predominately raised by my step-dad, who's an altogether different kind of kook entirely...the basic gist is: there was no real way i could have avoided kook-dom.

the plan of action for today, is to go to class, and sit at the back (i usually sit nearabouts the front-ish) and be IN lecture but doing the reading for my paper. then i'm going to draft my essay outline, and push this sucker out tonight. one shot. it's supposed to be 8-10 pages double-spaced, which is fairly reasonable...for some reason, because the subject matter is so mind-numbingly unengaging, i'm having a hard time actually getting it DONE. but we're into late penalties now...so i gotta quit messing around.

dinner last night was tasty, but i over-cooked the lake trout a little. last time i did the almond crust i used thicker salmon fillets, and i think it turned out a little nicer. tonight we're having this vegetarian "mexican" layered dip thing. bottom layer is refried beans, then a layer of chopped tomatoes, then a layer of diced avocado, a layer of chopped scallions, and finally, cheddar cheese. bake that in the oven (if i had them on hand, sometimes i add chopped black olive...although i'll never understand how black olives became conflated with mexican food...even if it is in the "tex-mex" idiom). we're having it with this "fire-roasted salsa" we get from the big carrot, blue corn tortilla chips, sour cream, and guacamole. i used to get all crazy and bake the salsa and sour cream and guac INTO the dip, but the whole thing became altogether too messy and sloppy and indistinct.

my treat today is veronica mars. then it's nose to the grindstone!

fin.

a little levity

yeah, i know i've been captain serious mcgoo lately with the spivak > klein issue. i'm putting that on the backburner for the time being to share with you this hilarious david blaine spoof that i saw on youtube the other day. it cracks me up! stop me if you've seen it before. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OhfjEkdtpwk

i've also been committing all kinds of murderation on the house centipedes that are appearing with increasing regularity around my house. that's what the little effers look like. they pretty delicate so they smoosh up easy, and i probably wouldn't have a problem with them...except they're FAST. they skitter and race around and in the end, it really hurts their image. and sometimes they can get kind of large (like 2 inches long).

last night's dinner was a resounding success, although i definitely ate more deep-fried vegetables than one person should really be capable of consuming. it got kind of ugly, but i kept justifying it to myself as "they're vegetables!".

tonight for dinner i'm trying to get through some of the freezer backlog to make some room for xmas-related ish. we're having lake trout fillets, dipped in seasoned flour, egg white, and then a ground almond-panko-sage mixture and pan fried. with it i think i'm going to make a dilled potato salad with these yukons we have, and do my regular green beans in the mustard-shallot-red wine vinaigrette.

short and sweet post today...i got a heckload of work to do...3 weeks til the end of term!!!

fin.

addendum to naomi klein post

following an interesting back-and-forth i'm having with a schoolmate regarding my naomi klein post, i've decided to clarify my position regarding klein, in the words of a theorist that i DO greatly admire, and who i see as engaging in the same issues as klein, but in the nuanced way that i see as absent in klein's work. i know i spend a lot of time slagging stuff i DON'T like - at least, that seems to be the general impression of me by people i think don't know me very well, or who choose to focus ONLY on the surface negativity without seeing the desire for something better that underlies it. i hate because i love, i really do.


the theorist in question is gayatri chakravorty spivak. she writes in a lot of disciplines but is most known for her work in post-colonial theory. i heard her speak at a conference i attended a few years ago. the line up for the conference was INSANE, and i doubt i'll ever see such an awe-inspiring, stacked lineup again (baudrillard, susan sontag, spivak and paglia <-- yuck). in Toronto, no less, at YORK UNIVERSITY, which shows again that i'm an idiot and really should have finished my m.a. at york. york has really come to the forefront and positioned itself as a theoretically dynamic institution (with a particular emphasis on marxist and modern critical theory), a fact that doesn't get recognized enough by smug, conservative, dare i say theoretically BORING institutions like u of t. u of t is in the dark ages as far as that is concerned. here are the quotes: "We all know that when we engage profoundly with one person, the responses come from both sides: this is responsibility and accountability... The object of ethical action is not an object of benevolence, for here responses flow from both sides."

"OK, sorry, we are just very good white people, therefore we do not speak for the blacks."


the second one in particular is a neat summation of klein's public position as i see it. it's all about the west acting on a mis-directed sublimated guilt, continuing the hegemonic structure by subsuming that guilt under the guise of a benevelonce that still figures the other as an object. to be acted on by the "good white people". my words: "look at how liberal i am! i run a good plantation where the slaves can get married, and are properly clothed! congratulate me!" spivak's work was fundamental to the shaping of my critical consciousness...and she's just a general bad-ass woman that i admire greatly. susan sontag (rip) spoke before her, and spivak just ripped her to shreds (admittedly, sontag's speech was pretty asinine).

i finished reading calvin trillin's "feeding a yen: savoring local specialties from kansas city to cuzco". i LOVE calvin trillin's writing. he makes food so accessible and appealing and chummy. this particular volume details items on his "register of frustration and deprivation" which is a list of regional specialties only available in the place of their origin. i LOVE regional cooking more than anything...and some of the stuff he talks about sounds so good...i wish i had the luxury of packing up and travelling the world searching for the arcane and delicious.

last night for dinner i was very very bad and had an extreme pms-instigated craving for meat that had to be sated. so we ordered dangerous dan's delivery. that place is so intense. they have a burger called the coronary, which is 2 8 oz patties, 4 slices of bacon, 2 slices of cheddar and a fried egg on top. and they won't let you get a diet pop with it. i didn't order that. i had their bronto ribs sandwich, which is the meat from their long-braised then beef ribs, slathered in a sweet-ish bbq sauce, top with sauteed onions, mushrooms and tomato. with a small poutine. their poutine is sooooo decadent...my arteries will need a while to recover. i followed that up with my apple brown butter streusel crostada...which was a delightfully yummy dessert...the streusel was very nice. i also had an idea for french toast...to dip the egg-sheathed french toast in streusel mix on one side, and then fry it...i think it would add a crunchy layer for textural interest. coincidentally, sunday brunch this morning will be french toast with bacon and maple syrup...but i think i'll hold off on the extra streusel layer today (one must show some restraint sometimes). for dinner we're going to have that tempura meal listed yesterday.



fin.

productivity overload

today is a busy busy busy day. here's my to-do list:

- make puff pastry
- poach forelli pears (it's for my family's christmas dessert)
- make ginger pear jam (x-mas prezzies)
- do all the reading for my management paper so i can theoretically start writing tomorrow
- make a batch of hermit bars to sell
- make a chocolate zucchini cake to sell
- do some errands on the danforth...pick up my order from the mennonites.

!!!!! so much to do! to cap it all off, my torrent of season 3 episode 3 for battlestar is all effed up and won't work on the computer OR the dvd player. which means that we can't proceed, even though i have every OTHER episode so that we could be all caught up.

yesterday was a very very fun day. i wish i was paid to hang out with my friends, work at that library i love ONLY, and then come home and gab with my house-family. that would be an ideal job. also, if i got bonuses for puttering, that'd be a plus.

tonight for dinner i'm making assorted vegetable tempura: sweet potato, eggplant, mushrooms, broccoli, green beans, with tempura dipping sauce and udon noodles in a tofu-miso broth with enoki mushrooms. i love enoki mushrooms because they generally stay semi-crunchy when you eat 'em....or there's an offchance i'll be on a roll with my paper (hahahahahahahahaha!) and then end up ordering out. i'm kind of craving popeye's fried chicken (shout outs to pms reprazent!)

i'm also planning on making an apple crostada with brown butter streusel. which we'll eat with vanilla ice cream.

fin.

gears of war

okay, i'm totally not a "gamer" by any stretch of the definition (ie. my last video game fixation was supermario 3 or mario go-cart), but if you've seen a movie in a theatre in the past little while, you will probably have seen a commercial for this new xbox game called "gears of war". it features a song called "mad world" by gary jules which is a remake of a tears for fears song (tears for fears rule by the way, in case there's any disagreement on where i stand on THAT particular issue). i know, i know, i hate commercials before movies too, and i'm usually the one who's all obnoxious and screaming: "COMMERCIALS SUCK!" in the quiet theatre and then remembering that the lights are still on and people can, well...see me. it's just the best matching of a tune to a visual in a video game commercial ever! the song itself (which was featured on the "donnie darko" soundtrack) is all creepy and eerie in that "teddy bears picnic" "girl from ipanema" kind of way and it sets the tone for, and reinforces the aesthetics of the commercial in a particularly adroit fashion. here's a link: http://www.gametrailers.com/player.php?type=mov&id=14418

another song that i'm fixated on recently is phillip glass' "metamorphosis one" solo piano. it's so pretty and eerie. yes, yes, it was also featured in an episode of battlestar, but my relationship to it is unmediated by that particular little synchronization (i swear!!!)

i just read an article by naomi klein that i came across that kind of drove me bonkers. it's called "why being a librarian is a radical choice" (which already gets my hackles up, but anyway). it's a speech she gave at a joint ALA/CLA conference in 2003. now, naomi klein bothers me under the best of circumstances...i find her analysis un-critical, prone to hyperbole and i find her especially banal, fatuous, asinine and self-congratulatory (p.s. her invocation of the word "radical" is so painfully quaint and dated it makes me want to vomit globalization). i also find that she paints with the broadest brush ever made, and she doesn't acknowledge her own privilege. i find her only use is in whipping up the bourgeois leftist movement into a painfully predictable and narrow-minded froth and patting herself on the back for being the poster-child for leftist platitudes...THANK YOU NAOMI KLEIN FOR PUTTING YOUR STAMP OF "RADICALISM" ON MY PROFESSIONAL CAREER! i feel sooooooooooo validated. *insert my fake vomiting sound i learned from my brother* <-- highly effective and in my opinion, i do a particularly good job at it. according to a high-ranking insider i have in the legal system in the states, the provision for third party held information was always there prior to the patriot act. and due process still has to be followed before the government can request the records.

my general problem is this: people LOVE to figure the united states as the ultimate demon. now, i'm no fan of their foreign policies and whatnot, but i find the fervor of the left to indulge in rhetoric and stereotyping because it fits their neatly delineated agenda, to be abhorrent and probably the biggest discredit to a truly progressive critical political praxis and discourse. it's like chris rock said: "i don't like anyone who makes up their mind about the issue BEFORE THEY'VE HEARD THE ISSUE". and furthermore, s**t is boring, son. i'd be way more engaged if you took your analysis up a level instead of relying on the usual sturm and drang (i really hope i used that right).

on to more pleasant things. today i'm working all day at my current FAVORITE library in the whole system. which will be exceedingly pleasant. there's also a 90% less rubbie-hobo contingent to deal with at this branch. don't get me wrong: i'm exceedingly sympathetic to people in reduced circumstances, i'm less sympathetic to people whose reduced circumstances lead to loutishness and peeing on library furniture or threatening the staff. then i'm meeting up with my friends and we're going to snuffle around chinatown for cute tchotkes and end up at pho hung. my friends are a vegetarian and a vegan so if they're not offended by other people eating meat, i'll probably order my usual: 15E. 15E is described as "hue style pho", which means a different noodle (not rice vermicelli...more like thin flour based strands), in a spicy broth, with hunks of bristly grizzled pork trotter, pigs blood, and other pork-byproducts. and a jackfruit shake.

last night we visited the boy's sister at the hospital, and didn't get back until later (everything went exceedingly well and she'll be out of the hospital today). consequently i stuffed my face really late at night and had no room for dessert. on the plus side: dinner was TEH AWESOME. it's possibly my favorite eggplant presentation ever. the crunchy crispy fried breaded coating gives way to eggplant that's been cooked into custardy submissiveness, and then you add the sweet chili sauce and it's like eggplant heaven.

i was bummed about the no dessert though. wednesday i made a good one. i had a bunch of pears kind of going soft on the counter, so i peeled them, chunked them up and tossed them in a bowl. i had a half bag of cranberries so i tossed those in. added a handful of sugar, tossed it around and threw the stuff in a baking dish. then i mixed up a crisp topping with oats, flour, brown sugar, cinnamon and melted butter and baked it all. now, i'm usually a medium-fan of crisps. but this combination was awesome! the pears baked down but still kind of retained their shape, the pectin from the cranberries prevented everything from getting too soupy, and the sour-tart tang of them offset the sweetness of the crisp topping and the pears. with some whipped cream and ice cream it was delicious. i think that's going to be my standby crisp combo from now on. and i'm going to follow up pho hung with some of this deliciousness fo' sho'

fin.

penguino

look into the eyes of a killer

tuesday night i had the wackest dream. i dreamt that the closet in my bedroom led to a low waterfall, and at the base of the waterfall were teeming hordes of emperor penguins (imagine how salmon look when they're spawning...a mass of them fighting their way up a little eddy). not only were these giant emperor penguins, they were BLOOD-THIRSTY emperor penguins. so me and the boy go through the closet, and peep them at the base of the waterfall, and we get all wigged out and close the door. then, as i'm working on my computer, the power goes out. the boy goes "s**t! we have to fix the fuse box" the fuse box is IN THAT SAME CLOSET. so as he gingerly cracks open the door and reaches one hand in to wave blindly about and click the right fuse, i'm beating back the penguins with a conveniently situated mike stand (in my dream this was no laughing matter, these penguins were terror-inducing). then we close the door and my mom takes us out to dinner. when we come back...there's penguin poo on the ground. which is also terror-inducing because that means the penguins are OUT AND ABOUT somewhere. not only that, one of the penguins took a dump in a diaper...so there's a diaper full of penguin poo sitting there. the dream ends with me nagging and being fixated on getting the boy to bag up the diaper full of penguin poo so we can put it in the green box.

i can't even begin to deconstruct that one. i take it to mean that i desperately want it to be december 17th, when i write my last exam and TERM 1 IS OVAH, BITCHES! brup brup!

okay...here's my admission...veronica mars is seriously going down the tubes. this season, she's just a bitch. as opposed to be a spunky smart-ass...this season she's just a moralistic haranguing harridan, and it's quite unpleasant. the on-campus feminist unit is really repugnant, from a show that i have come to expect better from (they're pulling the beverly hills 90210 moral bait-and-switch...where they present an issue, and then end up showing that the group - ie. anti-racist activits, take-back-the-night-feminists - is reactionary and stupid, and that the sororities are really the ones who are behaving responsibly). it's grossing me out. the problem with this season is the lack of CHARACTERS. there were amazing characters that we love and the interplay between them (ie. weevil, dick, mack, WALLACE!) and all that has totally fallen by the wayside, in exchange for "clever" cameos and nerdstrom fanboy reference drops. lame. i still want to have sexy stuff happen between me and logan echolls though.

however, we watched the first two episodes of season 3 of battlestar last night. CRIKEY! it's freaking awesome! i can't even process what happened because it was so dense. the ideas in that show make my head want to explode...after each episode we usually spend a giant chunk of time talking about the moral/ethical/philosophical implications.

the boy's sister is going in for surgery today...so i'm finding what little goodwill there is in my craven heart and sending it in her direction. we're planning on visiting her after dinner. tonight i'm making fried rice, with chinese sausage, napa, peas, and egg and green onions, flavoured with soy, sesame oil, and rice wine. along with it, we're having these fried eggplant pockets i make. i take ground pork (veggie friends can sub firm tofu, processed in a food processor until ground meat-like), and mix it with some salt and pepper, soy, sesame oil, minced ginger and garlic. i slice an eggplant into approx 1/2" thick slices, but within each slice, i make another cut that doesn't go all the way through, so you end up with little eggplant taco-shell-type things, attached at one end (hopefully that makes sense). i stuff the pork mixture inside, then i bread them and pan-fry them and serve them with sweet chili dipping sauce. tasty delight!

fin.

kelly clarson represents the collective unconscious

this is a new theory i'm going with. based on the fact that almonst everyone i know, will at one point or another (usually inebriated) confess that kelly clarkson is their deepest, darkest guilty secret. girl can sing and she's got catchy-as-f**k production. i'm not a fan of the slow jams...but C'MON. as if when you hear "since you've been gone" it doesn't make you all hyper and giddy in your secret area.

that game song featuring junior reid would be way better if it was all just junior reid. was it dr. rei who told me that the game was on BLIND DATE?!? what guy!? also, i don't think i'm a fan of lady sovereign...i'm actually not that big a fan of pikey brits swaggering their way through pseudo-hip hop that's not all that funny or catchy. i'm OUT. the new nelly furtado single is aight...i like the backtrack...but i keep thinking that it's a remix of some 80s tune that i can't put a finger on...or at the very least it heavily samples it. p.s. nelly: LOSE THE NELLY FURTADO HIPPITY DIPPITY BLIND-MELONY FONT FOR YOUR NAME. it doesn't go with this new skanktronic thing you got going on. and that font is just plain buggin'. also, jay-z. please retire. and make your girlfriend sing catchy songs again, or at the very least, hook up with those destiny's child bitches and start doing it proper. her solo ish is wack. and while you're at it, just bring back en vogue to make me happy. would that be so hard?

i hate it when people make a BIG STINK about "retiring" and then they come back. it happens ALL THE TIME in the toronto jungle scene. so-and-so is "quitting" the scene so they post about it on a messageboard and everyone boohoos, but they come crawling back into that cesspool of ignominy.

finally, lately i've been d/ling some jason forrest stuff. jason forrest used to record and perform as "donna summer" (which is hilarious) but then he had to stop cuz i guess people were getting confused (equally hilarious). i've also been listening to the band, who make earthy white guy music that i can dig. i've also re-discovered my love for rick rubin. dude is awesome on so many levels. how does one man get to be so cool?

tonight for dinner the plan is to roast some asparagus in the oven. roasted asparagus is probably my favorite way of cooking it...the high heat caramelizes the sugars and concentrates the flavours like you wouldn't believe. so i cut the woody part of (usually a third of the way up from the base end), then toss the spears with some olive oil, salt and pepper and roast them in a 450F oven until they're cooked through and bright green (tasting one is the best way to tell...usually about 10-15 minutes). then i'm going to grill some bread on my panini press, lay some proscuitto on top, put the asparagus on top of that, and put a poached egg on top of that, to make an open faced sandwich. i'm going to drizzle it with bagna cauda, which is an italian sauce meaning "warm bath". it was my condiment of 2004, and i still love it (2005 was sweet chili dipping sauce, in case anyone's wondering, and i think 2006 was la bomba). it's butter and olive oil, in which you simmer a s**tload of garlic and chopped anchovies. when it's all warmed through, you add the zest of some lemons, and the juice of a lemon (depending on the quantity of butter and olive oil you started off with) and salt and pepper. it's warm and briny and rich and garlicky. it's the boom boom.

fin.

baptist getting his mack on

yesterday was fun, if not overly productive. i worked at the library, where i was hit on (or being recruited by...hard to tell sometimes) this baptist pastor-in-training. note: if you're ever feeling a lack of love in your life...GO TO THE LIBRARY! i've never been hit on more than in my years there. and you get the whole gamut of prospective suitors. so me and the baptist had a friendly (but guarded, on my side at least) conversation, where i unleashed this little sparkling gem on him:
me: "see, i'm pretty ignorant about religion, so it must be difficult for people who belong to a specific denomination, dealing with people like me, who only know the media representations of a particular religion, and don't know the nuances of the sub-sects"
him: "i'm not sure what you mean"
me: "well, like i'm sure muslims frequently get stereotyped based on the ignorance of the public and the depiction of the media"
him: (thoughtful pause) "hmmmm...i'm trying to think of how baptists are portrayed in the media, in the context of your muslim example"
me: "well...uh...aren't you guys...like...not allowed to listen to rock'n'roll?"

the above exchange is interesting for a few reasons. a) i sound like a bumbling idiot b) apparently i've conflated "media" with a hazy recollection of the movie footloose. c) my frame of reference when talking to a baptist...IS FROM THE MOVIE FOOTLOOSE. ha!!!

then i got to work with a girl who is now my second-favorite library co-worker ever. she's getting a degree in physics at u of t. her focus is on non-linear physics, and specifically patterns. so cool! it was so interesting talking to her, and having her explain the big bang, and string theory, and convection, and sub-atomic particles, and quarks. i work with her again on wednesday and i'm totally excited...she's really into talking about it, and i'm really into talking to people who are really into talking about whatever they're into. she's one of those curious-about-the-world people. so in exchange i told her to rent the derrida dvd that my library has (which is a pretty stellar movie, btw...go get it!) as she was asking what i was into and what i studied in school.

i finished "chicken with plums" yesterday. it's quite a sad little story...i liked it better than satrapi's "embroideries". i like how she collapses quite rich, nuanced and deep narratives and seemingly simplifies them through the starkness of her imagery. so much is implied through the childish naivete of her aesthetic style, and it's a very effective vehicle for her particular brand of story-telling.

tonight for dinner we're eating my cancer-fighting borscht. i made a vat of it, so if anyone likes borscht, holla at me. it's filled with red cabbage and grated beets and it's magenta coloured. we eat it with a plop of full fat sour cream and dill snipped in, and with some cheddar-sage biscuits.

fin.

irresponsibility mode

continued steadfastedly and unrepentantly unabated last night...we ordered mama's pizza for dinner. i LOVE mama's pizza...probably the best delivery chain pizza available. procrastination + pms = me being admiral pigface. i stuffed myself yesterday. then i was late for work because of the santa claus parade and all the streetcars being re-routed. the santa claus parade looks pretty seedy to me. it looks seedy on television, and it looks even seedier in real life. i don't think i have it in me to sit my butt in the cold november rain (ha!) in some crappy lawn chair with my snivelling kids, for this second-rate parade business. i'd much rather drag 'em down to disneyworld...now THAT'S how it's done. if you're going to do something, do it right!

i grabbed chester brown's "i never liked you" comic at the library yesterday and finished reading it last night. it's quite good...a memoir-y look at the confusing rumpus that is teenaged "love". chester brown is also the guy who did "louis riel" which is a great comic. my enjoyment for "i never liked you" was severely compromised by the fact that he DEDICATES THE BOOK TO SOOK YIN LEE. they DATED. FOR FOUR YEARS. i have an immediate and visceral reaction to the name sook yin lee. sook yin lee's PICTURE or - heaven forbid - her face, ratchets up the vomitous urgings beyond quantifiable units. she's so gross! she's such a gutter rat! ugh. so that basically means that i can only semi-like (and on the low end of semi-like) this book. a great comic about love and loss is craig thompson's "good bye chunky rice"...it's very sweet and poignant. i like his work in general, so "carnet de voyage" and "blankets" are also fantastic...i really like his drawing style. i also picked up marjane satrapi's new book "chicken with plums" which i plan on finishing today, before getting down to work in earnest. i'll post a little review tomorrow.

tonight we're FINALLY having that beef rendang, with steamed rice, chili-black bean sauteed eggplant and napa cabbage, and some rotis. fruit smoothie for dessert.

fin.

the end of an era

well...we finished season 2 of battlestar last night. it was a little sad. i guess this means i have to start doing work now. i keep running diagnostic checks on myself to see if i'm feeling stressed about having done no research/writing for my 10 page paper due on thursday. the results? no stress at all. ha! i have the confidence of the damned.

this utaps money is going to my head. utaps is a government grant to supplement your osap, when the government decides that the gap between your expenses, and what osap gave you is too large (mostly for deregulated programs...ie. if your tuitions is more than $4500 a year). it's a GRANT. which means that I DON'T HAVE TO PAY IT BACK. also...it's UNEXPECTED MONEY. which means that my careful fiscal planning had already accounted for every penny to carry me through to september 2007...so this is a huge windfall. it means that i bought myself a bag and some underwear this week. yay!!! and it means that we were irresponsible, so instead of making the beef rendang, my friend and my roomies and i went to swiss chalet where we double-sauced and festive-specialed it up, largetime. the stuffing on the festive special tastes like breadcrumbs mixed with powdered bouillon cubes. and the boy is convinced that it expands to 10 times its size in your stomach (like those little dinosaur sponges that grow when you pour water on 'em).

this morning breakfast is the last of "frivolous spending 2006"...we're going to go to insomnia on bloor. where i'm going to have one of their many delightful versions of eggs benny, and a side sausage. their homefries are da lick because even though they're just little cubes of potato, deep fried (instead of the more preferable "hashed" on a flat-top), they toss them in bbq sauce after. tonight we're having the beef rendang with rice and the eggplant and some rotis. no dessert!!! or, if we do have dessert, it'll be chipping away at the 15lb bag of kernals "double butter" popcorn i brought home yesterday. it's like a baby. a giant, lumpy popcorn baby that you devour by the handful.

fin.

what a difference

a year makes. this time last year, i was facing down fourth quarter madness (it is IMPOSSIBLE to describe HOW happy i am that my employment is no longer subjected to the whims and vagaries of Q4 earnings). this meant that i was waking up at 6:30 every morning, so that i could get to work an hour early and make sure that i wasn't quite so much in the s**ts when service came 'round (this hour was of course, unpaid). i was still prepping while the orders were coming in, and i was getting completely and utterly F**KED every service as we started doing 200ppl and functions in the space of an hour and a half. i was sprinting into the walk-in and screaming (the walk-in is relatively soundproof) "I F**KING HATE THIS F**KING PLACE!!!!!!" at the top of my lungs while grabbing lobster and lemons to make a stupid OFF THE MENU pasta for some bitch who doesn't think the menu at canoe is good enough for her, thankyouverymuch. i was getting reamed each and every day by the chef de cuisine, in front of everyone, because i received a total of 1 day's training on one of the busiest stations in the restaurant, and i hadn't worked the hot line in 6 months, having been plunked on garde-manger when i started there. i was being told that i had "no passion for cooking" whereupon i would bite my lip, and run to the bathroom as fast as i could so no one would see me bawling my eyes out for one heaving minute, and ii would then have to clean myself up as fast as i could, and get back to work so i didn't fall further behind. i was also working another job in addition to the restaurant one, which is kind of crazy in and of itself, and pulling 60+ hour workweeks...and yet...i still do miss it a teeny tiny little bit.

we made a little side trip to soma in the distillery district thursday night when we had time to kill before kaji. we had borrowed the boy's parents' car, and the distillery is such a pain to get to via ttc so i figured it'd be worthwhile. a friend of mine works there part-time...and seeing them hand-dipping the chocolates, the machinery to grind the chocolate made me itch to be in a kitchen again. my plan is to save my osap pennies very, very carefully so that in the summer, i can work part-time for the library and pick up some cooking work with a chef i really admire, and set my own schedule...like do a low-paid apprenticeship kind of thing. i really want to do some bread-baking, or chocolate making, or possibly get back onto the line again.

the plan tonight is veering in two different directions. either we're going to go see prince paul at gypsy, and get crunked to old skool hip hop...or we're going to eat kernals double double popcorn on the couch and rinse out the rest of battlestar and top chef. the odds are 50/50 right now...we'll see how the day progresses. i'm also doing some window shopping with a friend today...and my favorite vintage store in the universe is having a sale that i might have to check out. tonight for dinner i'm trying to make malaysian food. we're having beef rendang which is beef marinated in a thick pastey marinade of shrimp paste, lemongrass, ginger garlic shallots and dried chilies, and then stir fried with toasted coconut and some other stuff to make a thick curry. we're having it with indonesian yellow rice and rotis, and chili black bean eggplant.

fin.

sushi kaji review

i'm not sure a review is even necessary...it blew my mind. one of my top five eating experiences. the space is warm and friendly, kaji-san is really punchy and cute and spunky and lively. everything is prepared at the moment, the balance of flavours and textures and attention to detail is exquisite. the service is attentive without being intrusive, and they were really respectful to us, which is something i pay attention to...the boy and i have a tendency to underdress for fine dining experiences, add to that the fact that we're both a little babyface and we tend to get treated like kids sometimes, so i make a point of noticing when the service we get matches the other people dining around us. we each got separate omakases, the boy had slightly less than i did, as he wanted to drink some sake with his meal (not drinking really makes eating out a bargain for me). i think the best thing that can be said about it, was that watching kaji-san and his chefs worked was so inspiring...i basically wanted to run right home and start sharpening my knives and working on my knife skills.


my first course was two preparations of fluke, on top of a sliver of daikon and topped with some rapini. on the right it's served with an egg yolk sauce, on the left it's served with a plum sauce.

he had a chicken consomme with a keffir lime leaf infusing the soup, each sip resulted in a slightly more pronounced keffir lime fragrance

my next course was a piece of steamed abalone, that was then tempura-battered and fried, sitting atop a little fried taro cake, with soybeans and a crunchy lotus garnish.

he had fluke carpaccio with corn greens and frisee.

next i had chicken three ways. the left was wrapped around a little japanese pepper (not that spicy, like a cross between a jalapeno and a green pepper...a grassy brash flavour), the middle was wrapped around onion and had some wasabi, the right was wrapped around what was described to me as a "japanese vegetable"

then we both had lobster sashimi. this was when we got the try to the fresh wasabi (so nose-searingly hot! but the heat dissipates almost immediately) and his homemade soy, which is thicker, and slightly sweeter than commercial soy. the last time i had lobster sashimi was ages ago when i was in japan with my family, at the time i didn't remember liking it (i thought the texture was floury...like it tasted pasty, like a poorly cooked out roux)...but this was fantastic! it tasted like lobster-lite...sweet and crisp.

next we both got sashimi plates, which consisted of (clockwise from the top): toro, fatty tuna belly, which again i haven't had since japan, it's one of my top ten flavour/taste/texture sensations. it was so well marbled, so fatty, so chewy, but as soon as you started masticating it, it kind of dissolved, leaving an intensely satiating coating of meaty unctuousness coating your mouth. the flavour lingers long after you swallow. (it's alarming just how many of my top taste sensations involve fat coating my mouth...but it's best not to think too closely about such things). next is ocean salmon, then sea bream (with some grated yuzu zest on top) and then amberjack (in the yellowtail family).

my following course was a little puck of deep-fried tofu stuffed with duck, with an egg yolk sauce. it was creamy and custardy and so warmingly apt for winter.

the boy had a sauteed scallop, sitting on top of a mushroom risotto, topped with a seared prawn and served with a sea bream sauce.

then i got steamed sea bream (it must be in season now) with chestnut and uni. BEST UNI EVER. none of that usual muddy/earthiness...it was beyond creamy, with just the lightest hint of earth at the end.

the boy then got fried black cod with lobster sauce. the green leaf was hiding two little nuggets of bamboo, coated in shrimp paste, then tempura battered and fried. there was also a little tiny baby gem of an eggplant, skinned, stuffed, and then sauteed.

i had this study in king crab. there was a fried scallop wrapped in shiso leaf, a mini king crab roll (the "nori" was a paper-thin piece of parsnip) and in the top right, were two slivers of fried pork belly (!!!!!!! my dove!!!!) lacquered with a sweet, yakitori-esque barbecue sauce.

sushi time! uni

left to right: seared toro with barbecue sauce and ginger sauce, smoked amberjack with keffir lime zest brunoise, toro


king crab, seared scallop

seared seawater eel fresh from tokyo bay (again, unlike other eel i've eaten before, this was fresh and clean and saline tasting, with just a slight undernote of earth)
then kaji san made us a special eel preparation, taking raw fillets and moulding them in a box with sushi rice and yuzu zest...what came out was a little eel brick that he then brushed with bbq sauce.

dessert! and for once, it wasn't an afterthought (green tea ice cream, i'm looking in your direction here). i had a sesame blanc mange...mousse-like, airy, yet thickly creamily substantial and tasting of toasted sesame seeds, with some evaporated milk on top, and a little cluster of fruit, also lightly sauced with evaporated milk

the boy got a lemon mousse in a strawberry sauce, with some more cut fruit. both desserts were light and cleansing, and not sickly sweet.
this is kaji-san (shitty picture...boo)...so cute!

this is a gentleman who helps kaji-san at the sushi bar with the preparation.
this gentleman came out at the end...he's responsible for the hot food from the kitchen. here's he's busy shaving daikon (with a KNIFE) peel and turning it into a parting gift for me. he was so sweet! he insisted that i stay after i told kaji-san that i worked with chef scot woods (who used to volunteer his sunday time to work with kaji and learn) at canoe. he then presented me with these beautiful carrot and daikon flowers. watching him shave the daikon and produce a thin, continuous, even peel with which to craft the flower...i was in awe. it made me ashamed to be a cook...i'm so not even in that calibre. CURSE MY WESTERN-SULLIED HANDS!!!

the parting gift.

so usually, i'm pretty conscientious about the seafood i eat...i've bookmarked the list of endangered seafood and i make a conscious decision to only buy stuff that's been given the greenlight by the environmental agencies (which means a lot of tilapia, sigh). but at times like this...i really don't give a flying f**k. which probably means i'm a selfish lout or a hedonist, or both. but still! in the moment when i'm biting into some toro or uni or freshwater eel, i'm entirely willing to make a deal with satan that in exchange for this moment of bliss, my progeny will never know the pleasure a fatty piece of tuna belly can give. it's not like i hold it against my greatgrandparents that i never tasted a dodo egg, right? it's not like i know what i'm missing...right?

this is a monster of a post, i know...but i know that my food-obsessed friends and family would want to see it.

today is a fun day...i'm working at a library i like, then going to school to do a wee dram of homework, then going shopping with my friend (i'm one of those freaks who tries to get their holiday shopping out of the way by the end of november), culminating in dinner at ghandi's rotis...where i'll be consuming my beloved malak kofta roti. fun fun fun fun fun!

fin.

fetishizing librarians

okay, so maybe it's because i kind of fell into pursuing this profession as a default thing (ie. i was sick and tired of getting varicose veins and making 10 rubles a day working as a professional cook...and i couldn't stomach jumping through the hoops of academia to get my phd)...but now that i'm in library school, i'm finding the fetishizing of the iconography of the "librarian" to be a very odd and unsettling phenomena. it's like this thing that's been taken up by magazines like "bitch" and "bust" and there's action figures, and there's a certain checklist of "must-haves" in order for one to qualify (ie. you must love party girl, you must be of a certain age group and class and apparel) in this weird subsect of women. it's like an offshoot of the whole 50s revival, d.i.y./olympia, recuperation of knitting, indie rock zeitgeist thing.

which i guess individually, are all things i kinda like and have no beef with (except for indie rock...and knitting is too slow for me...but i really do love mid-century modern furniture and design)...it's just the way that they're being taken up that's giving me the heebie jeebies. there's definitely some class/race/privilege issues there, and it's also a terribly convenient image for one aspect of popular feminism to rally around. i mean, no one's making migrant farm worker action figures, or midwife action figures, or federal prosecutor action figures. there's also a lot of issues surrounding library outreach and library relevance that i find questionable. anyway, the point is...i find it kind of icky...the same way i find most cliched things kind of icky...the same way i dislike it when i can look at someone and pretty much figure out their interests...it's the same reason why i despise myspace. it reduces people to lists of interests, and presumes a connectivity...that you are what you consume.

the high point of my library experience yesterday was being able to go up to a group of teenagers using the computers and say: "i don't know WHO is listening to rick ross, but you gotta turn the volume down, or get headphones"
the low point was the response: "i'm already turning it down, girlfriend" !!!!! which was kind of funny, but still.

tonight for dinner is sushi kaji!!! we got seats right at the sushi bar...i'm definitely going to be taking pictures of each course...chef kaji grates fresh wasabi and makes his own soy. BOOYASHAKA *gunshots* *lickshots* *airhorn*

last night i also made this dessert consisting of caramelized apples and walnuts, on top of (but baked on the bottom and subsequently inverted onto) a cornmeal cake thing. it was only lightly sweet, which was very nice. we had it with ice cream and battlestar...i think we've hit the slow part of battlestar...three epsisodes in a row last night where very little plot development happened...lots of love stuff and extraneous side stories.

fin.

penny dreadful

is a lovely term i heard for the first time yesterday in one of my classes. it is the term used in england for dime novels. for some reason it really appeals to me...it's such an anachronistic euphemism.

last night's episode of veronica mars rocked! i won't bore non-vm fans with the details, but suffice to say that it totally delivered. there's a veronica mars fansite with a messageboard and i'm totally thinking of joining...which means i'm teetering on the brink of total nard-facedness. i can't help it! *edit* OKAY FINE. I JOINED THE STUPID MESSAGEBOARD FOR FANGIRLS. eek!!!!! this means i've totally gone OVER THE LINE that separated me from semi-normal people and obsessive fans. i HAD to! they kept talking about stupid stuff! and being all moral majority!!! anyway, something about the relationship between ronnie and her love interest makes me get all squirmy pubescent brace-face teenage girl squad...to the point where i scream into pillows with excitement. and i do a dance when the theme song starts to roll. it's definitely for the best that i watch the show in the privacy of my own home.

the plan for today is to do some serious research on a paper i have due next week. in between and amongst working two separate shifts and two separate libraries. which means that school (in the sense of actually attending class) is on the backburner at the mo'

tonight for dinner we're having a caramelized onion, mushroom and white cheddar tart. i've been accused of having an unseemly love of piecrust by the roomie. well...if that's the worst that can be said about me...i guess i'm doing okay.

fin.

how do people do it?

there are NOT enough hours in the day for me. by the time i wake up, work 4 hours at my part-time job, deliver my baked goods, make dinner, do yoga, and do small organizational things, run some errands, photocopy some readings...the day is OVER. and i haven't done any actual schoolwork. do people not make dinner? do they not do grocery shopping? or laundry? i seriously don't get how everyone in the world seems to have more time at being academically productive than i.

however, on the plus side, my increasingly insouciant and cavalier attitude towards school is resulting in the best marks ever!!! thereby providing little incentive for me to change my errant ways. will i EVER learn?!? there seems to be an inverse relationship between the amount of time i put into the work and the mark that i get. the gods have spoken. thy will be done.

so, the startling revelation of the night last night was that i apparently have NO IDEA how "the clapper" works. i just kind of thought that it WORKED, whereas i've been informed that it has to be plugged in to switch the electrical current off. i figured you could have battery operated "the clapper"s or something...the miracles that surround us!

also, the candidate on whose campaign i was working lost by a measly 200-something votes. BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO. but i'm glad i didn't go to the campaign office on election day...it would have been muy depressing.

the soup last night turned out amazing...although all those grains keep absorbing liquid and turn it into a grain-stew puck, as opposed to soup. we're going to thin it down tonight and have it with panini consisting of: fontina, roasted yellow peppers, and artichoke hearts.

fin.

interlude (aka my conclusion to the last assignment)

Koha offers significant benefits to a small-scale public library system like Chamillionaire Public Library. The major factor is the cost, and the freedom of our Library to be free from being locked into a vendor relationship, and reliance on one vendor for services and support. The comprehensiveness of the design and constant reevaluation and figuration of the Koha platform means that it will stay viable and relevant and respond quickly to changes in the industry and demands from users. The openness of the format means that with the proper training, Chamillionaire Public Library can tailor the needs of Koha to suit our specific community, and the savings from using an OSS will mean that we can re-allocate funds to continue to increase the visibility and relevance of library services. While there will be a significant period of adjustment, and some funds will have to be re-directed for staff training and switching over to a new system, the features offered by Koha and its ability to provide a comprehensive ILS with a detailed OPAC, equal to, if not better than our current platform, and the history of Koha as the founding leader of OSS ILS applications mean that it will be financially responsible, high-return resource for the Library.