Assorted interestingness

2007 Tokyo International Quilt Festival — truly stunning art, and Mennonites don’t have the market cornered on gorgeous quilts. (Though it was cool to see a couple patterns I recognize from the family collections.) (Courtesy of Hélène.)

Quinoa is pronounced “KEEN-wah” or “KEE-no-ah”. Why it took me so long to finally look that up, I’ve no idea. Because over-pronouncing words amuses me, however, (German thing?) it will probably still be “kwin-OH-ah” in my head. 🙂

How to Be a Woman — solid advice. (Courtesy of Violet.)

Hatsuyume — I love when other languages have words for stuff that English doesn’t (which is often). The first one I remember from this year is that I was shopping and trying on jeans (which I did recently). And was surprised to notice I was rawkin’ a kickass six-pack. Why it was buried under a sweater I have no idea, cuz if I had such abs they’d be out all the time. 🙂 (Courtesy of Violet.)

As an atheist, I truly believe Africa needs God — This led to an excellent discussion between Sherry and myself, through which our personal experiences shone through very clearly, I’m sure. (Courtesy of Sherry.)

Sockmonkeys taken to another level — makes me wish I could really sew.

Emily Oster: What do we really know about the spread of AIDS? — Fascinating holistic view of how part of the world and people tick.

Nicholas Negroponte: Bringing One Laptop per Child to Colombia: TED in the Field — Maybe cuz I’m a web geek, maybe cuz I’m a reading and learning junkie, but this inspired the hell out of me. I will help.

Meme

What the hell. I’m waiting for cookies to bake, and I haven’t memed in a while. Stolen from Violet who, no doubt, stole it from elsewhere. 🙂

Do you own a gun?
Nerf, yes. With human stopping power, no.

What do you think of hot dogs?
I get a wicked craving for them about once a year. Then I eat three and remember they’re not actually very good, and I’m done.

What do you prefer to drink in the morning?
First thing a big glass of water. Then when I get to work my wee thermos of brewed Peet’s (currently Holiday Blend).

Can you do push-ups?
Probably?

What’s your favourite piece of jewelry?
Wee froggie.

What is your secret weapon to lure the opposite sex?

Not really much of a lurer. I dunno. Show up, bring boobs?

Middle name?
Corinne.

Name three thoughts at this exact moment:

1. My contacts are itchy.
2. I still have wine bottle label remnants under my nails. (Had to clean them off for my parents’ wine-making tomorrow.)
3. Wonder how Violet and Coffee’s meeting with the boys went?

What time did you wake up today?
6am. It’s getting harder and harder.

Current hate?
Having to go anywhere near a mall.

Name three drinks you regularly drink:

1. black coffee
2. water, particularly RO
3. hot chocolate (far too much of it in the winter)

Do you own slippers?
I am wearing them now. I asked for new ones for Christmas.

What shirt are you wearing?
A grey tank top and one of my “work shirts”, i.e. one of two ancient, shredded, giant men’s denim shirts left over from two jobs ago.

Do you burn or tan?
Both, but I try to avoid the sun. Not good for the rosacea.

Favourite colour(s)?
Red. Jewel tones. Anything that very clearly reflects a person I know.

Would you be a pirate?
In the now-mythical sense, hellz yeah. In the real sense, no way. Talk about nasty, brutish and short lives.

What is your favourite holiday?
Hmm, dunno. My birthday? Hallowe’en?

What songs do you sing in the shower?
I don’t sing in the shower. Oddly, I do sing pretty much everywhere else.

What did you fear was going to get you at night as a child?
Nothing, really. Though occasionally when horsing around Dad and Chad would pin the covers down around me when I was under them, and I’d freak.

What’s in your pockets right now?
Nothing.

Last thing that made you laugh?
“Packin’ skin”. Heh.

Best bed sheets as a child?

The classic flannel ones that came in sort of a cream colour with a couple of pink or blue stripes along the end.

Worst injury you’ve ever had?
Umm… I’ve had stitches twice, but both before I can remember the injury. Maybe when my brother accidentally slammed a door on my hand and nearly severed the end of my ring finger?

Are your parents still together?
Most definitely.

Do you wish on shooting stars?
But of course. Haven’t seen one in eons, though.

What is your favourite book(s)?
Depends on the conversation. The Count of Monte Cristo remains up there, as does Fall On Your Knees.

What is your favourite candy?
Chocolate. Recently, mint chocolates.

How is the weather outside right now?
Dark, dry, clear, teeny sliver of moon, nearly -10C.

What was your first thought this morning when you woke up?
Fuck off, Anatole. He thinks 6am is a perfectly reasonable hour to jump back and forth across my head, sniff me and tickle my nostrils with his whiskers (HATE THAT), and talk to me to try and convince me to get up and snuggle/feed him.

There are no words…

Hell Is Other People: If You Can Handle A Really Depressing Teen Suicide Story Right Now…

A real person, a real death

Can’t say as I have anything to add that’s not profanity-laden or says anything other than what’s probably in your head already if you just read that, or what the commenters on the story have said.

Humans never fail to come up with new ways to scare me. And stories like this are a glowing example of why I really hope there’s a God who takes care of things like that. Because humans have proven quite handily that we usually can’t. Or won’t.

Link courtesy of Violet.

Like medical tv shows, but better!

More goodness from Violet: OR-Live!

Is it weird to be enjoying a webcast of a Laparoscopic Supracervical Hysterectomy on a Sunday morning while dusting and waiting for the next update concall (so far 7:30am and 8:15am) before having to go in to work?

PS. Sherry, do NOT let your sister see that site. 🙂

Bacon Salt

Violet gave me Bacon Salt. A three-pack sampler, to be specific. Because sometimes, that’s just what friends do.

Of course, the fact that it has zero calories, is vegetarian, and is kosher-certified tickles me to no end. Will Chaya be getting some for Christmas? She just might…

I’ve tasted all three flavours directly (not on food), and it’s good stuff. The Hickory is my favourite. I tried the Peppered this morning on eggs. I was very careful with the shaking, since it IS salt, and could pretty quickly overwhelm things. It was good. It didn’t make them taste overwhelmingly like bacon, but there was a certain extra dimension of flavour added to the food. And the aftertaste was very much bacon & eggs.

I don’t use a lot of salt or seasoning salt in cooking, however, Sherry mentioned trying it on popcorn (if I do she has to try some, too), and I’ll need to try it on potatoes (either fries or oven roasted). I suspect it would also be excellent in the sort of hash Mom used to make some times that had shredded cooked potatoes, egg, and bacon (I think) fried into pancake-like formations. Sorta latke-esque, except for the bacon part.

I will also have to share the stuff. Because — really — BACON salt. My brother and Andrew are good folks, and really should be exposed to such a culinary experience.

If you weren’t one of the cool kids…

Thanks to Violet for this one: Can I Sit With You?

Tales of the trials and tribulations of youth.

I’m sure some will find great familiarity and solace in it. I just found it very, very sad. (I’m sure people talked smack about me plenty behind my back as a kid, but no one had the balls to do it to my face. Plus everyone loved my brother…)