I keep forgetting to make bread until it’s too late. Brown bread needs five hours to cook and I got to bed around 10 lately. I have to remember before 5 to set up my bread machine. Maybe I could set the timer so that it cooks overnight, beeping around 6:30. Only no, it makes disturbing noises while mixing, and would no doubt scare the bejezzus out of me in the midddle of the night. Not cool, bread machine. Not cool.
Month: August 2010
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Do you remember when Ramona’s dad went back to school, and he took an art class and one of the assignments was to draw his foot? And then Ramona thought it would be fun if she drew her foot, as well?
Here is a picture of my foot.
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Movie Review: Sylvia starting Gwynnie Paltrow and Daniel Craig.
I like the name “Sylvia”. Sylvie. Sylf. Sylvia. Very pretty. I’m in such a mood where I can imagine naming a girl child such.
I’m spending this movie thinking why bother. This is Sylvia Plath. She’s just going to kill herself. And really, there’s no excitement to prevent me from thinking that. And really, my attitude is just like, perhaps, that towards female writers of Sylvia’s time: why bother, she’s just a woman. Rrrrrrrrrrrrr. Stupid modernists.
Really, though, and this is something we’re taught at writing school, writers are boring. Even if they are played by Gwynnie and Daniel “James Bond” Craig. See, even now the DVD’s playing over there and here I am writing in my blog. Hoo! Now I’m going to shut it off completely, put on some Zeppelin and read my book (Illustrado by Miguel Syjugo.)
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I’m sitting just shy of the rain, watching the intersection of Blanshard and Pandora. (This is the location of my job). I don’t want to move much further away from this spot because I failed to bring an umbrella with me today and I don’t like to get speckles on my glasses. This was one of the reasons I obtained contacts, however, I am not wearing them today: it’s Monday and I didn’t have time this morning to put them in due to a mild sleep-in.
I had a dream last night that was inturrupted by the noise that the street painter truck makes. And then I had to get up and see what was going on. I missed the truck but I saw the orange mini-cones that the workers left behind to indicate wet paint. Just as well they were doing this in the middle of the night as today there is wet everything.
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Ode to my sore feet.
My feet are sore from going to dance class all week. I’ve been trying to cure them by a) wearing fuzzy orange and white striped socks; b) wearing my nerdy but supportive running shoes whenever I walk; and c) placing them on my ice pack. That latter one is pretty uncomfortable. More importantly, however, is whether this was the most appropriate use of the semi-colon.
Today I am semi-inclined to take a trip out to Superstore in Langford. This is a bit of an endeavour with the bus, and one I have not undertaken since I last lived in Victoria. Usually if I want something at Superstore I wait until I visit Duncan. Moss St Market is also on today, and that is a ten minute walk instead of a 45 minute bus ride (times 2!). Who knows where whimsy will take me today. Perhaps I should just stay home and rest my feet. Baaaah.
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For someone who has sub-titled their blog “grandeur of summer” I sure haven’t written very much during described season. The reason is thus: lazy and hot. Today I have ballet class and then I’m going to get a Big Mac. It is the last ballet class of this summer session and it has been well worth the time and money put in. A good teacher and I am remembering how to position my body to do ballet. Also, by ballet musles are reminding me that they don’t like to be used in this way, at least not after a year of atrophe. It seems modern dance just doesn’t use them in the same way.
Next week I have five whole days of work, whereas this week I had only three (holiday on Monday and flex day today.) Grrr.
i'll try to be better. i promise 