they rest at nights with open windows
and nestle snugly with their lovers
some people don't have lovers
some sleep with their pets
and some with their monitors
some rub their little bellies until they drift to sleep
and some stare gazingly into their screens
some people don't even sleep
some do drugs in their underwear
and hide in their closets
People say Nature is indiscriminate.
And that the weather is unknowing--
merciless, yet without malice.
And that the weather is unknowing--
merciless, yet without malice.
I say fuck that shit.
The heat supports rape in third-world countries;
the heat hopes all the news is bad.
the heat hopes all the news is bad.
The heat hopes your neighbor gets a new Cadilac,
and that you get thrown out on your ass.
and that you get thrown out on your ass.
The heat makes your parents dissappointed,
and keeps your lover dissatisfied.
and keeps your lover dissatisfied.
The heat makes your pets sulk;
the heat drops all your calls.
the heat drops all your calls.
The heat enjoys ticks and bed-bugs,
and rubs blood and salt in your eyes.
and rubs blood and salt in your eyes.
The heat is a girl who wouldn't screw you;
the heat is a debtor who flouts your calls.
the heat is a debtor who flouts your calls.
The heat relishes remembering moments
that shrivel up your pride.
that shrivel up your pride.
The heat is a lousy TV dinner, headache,
and an empty bottle of wine.
and an empty bottle of wine.
The heat is heartbreak and failure;
the heat is your mother tired.
the heat is your mother tired.
This is how people live. They rest at nights. They rest at nights because they are tired, and don't have to worry about getting murdered. They rest at nights with open windows, nestled snugly with their lovers. Not everyone lives this way. Some people kill each other. Some wonder what's to stop another? Darkness isn't necessarily dangerous. It can be peaceful and soothing, like a satisfied sigh and a gentle breeze. Some people corrupt the nighttime. Some people take drugs and turn the music really loud. It is dark outside but they shut their blinds, and inside there is light and depravity. Some people are peeping. Some people are sick; and some are not very good. The morning light brings a new day. Some people bring darkness with them.
cooking hour in pleasant valley
I think if you enjoy tuna in a can, you'll appreciate my quick tuna salad recipe. It can come useful on lethargic evenings when you've neglected the workouts we discussed last week, and want to take it easy on the carbs for the night; or for a chance to get in some protein and make up some calories. It's wonderfully easy. I'll show you. When it comes to canned tuna, I think we can all agree that the hardest part is getting the darn thing open! I know, I'm horrible.
Well, I'm going to show you some simple ingredients that immediately add a Pleaset Valley flavor to a melancholy night and your can of tuna. You'll want the typical components of the traditional salad: onions, diced tomotoes, and mayo. Now, you don't need any more than a modest teaspoon of the mayonnaise for flavor, and I'm going to show you why. You're going to tantalize your palate with an array of fresh sources, namely cilantro, avocado slices, and a healthy touch of lemon. As you can see, for one can of tuna and a limited amount of the fatty condiment, I'm dicing up a generous amount of cilantro and crisp tomatos, onions, and my avocado slices; and when I add this to my tuna you won't see a glob of wet, unruly looking fish, but a colorful landscape, beaming with virile energy. And you'll want to use a bowl that complements the wholesome feelings evoked by fresh lemon-yellow zest. Notice, I have choosen a bowl with a healthy orange hue. You'd want to sit down and paint small little green-and-red flowers on it with a thin brush. It's magical! I cannot tell you how many letters I receive from newly weds in Atwater Village, thanking me for finding the life of colors with my kitchen as they do with their ripped converse shoes. I like a slight touch of sweet mustard with my new-look tuna salad; again, you don't need the mustard to scream "I'm here!" Everything is working together, everything in its right place.
Now, sprinkle some pepper in your Valley, and enjoy!
...
I gotta start my community service early in the morning. I got 8 hours for tomorrow and a half-hour break. I bought some construction shoes and an ice-bucket; I'm packing a great lunch. I hope I get a chance to show it off. My sandwich is an avocado turkey selection with honey mustard and whole grain bread--Im getting about 15 grains on that thing. By substituting mayo and cheese for an avocado, I'm only getting in good fats. In a zip-lock bag, I'll have a couple servings of beef jerky, which I think is a good addition and an excellent source of protein. For a snack, I'll have a package of roasted seaweed chips; although to spice things up, I may opt for the wasabi flavor. My whole meal will contain less than 10 grams of fat, and most of that will be from friendly sources. For desert, I think I'll indulge in a cookies 'n creme protein bar. Now, the bar can be used as a meal itself; but in my selection, I chose one with limited calories and sugary carbs, but with a high protein ratio. It took me a while to find my ideal choice, as I would act nonchalantly if there were passersby in the aisle.
To make efficient use of my range of food options, I'm just going to have to persuade my Super to the idea that, instead of a lunch-break, I shall require six modest lunch-breaks. I'll have to get my complex carbohydrates earlier in the session, so as to use that fuel for energy throughout the day to give back to my community--obviously. Then, I shall only need to nibble on my protein sources in minute sessions to support a healthy metabolism. A rest under the shade of an oak tree out yonder, I feel, is in order for proper snacking and replenishment of fluids. And who knows what fruits of my labor will be compromised if my facilities are depraved of the crunchy goodness of pure protein whey isolate towards the latter stages as I feel my powers dwindling?
The bottom of my ice-bucket, I'll fill with ice and an assortment of bottled fluids and iced coffee. I choose the low-calorie iced-coffees, because I prefer my coffee black; but will opt for a low-fat milk selection, if it can't be avoided, because I'm cool like that, I'm cool like that, I'm cool like that, I'm cool like that, I'm cool like that, I'm cool like that, I'm cool like that, I'm cool like that. I'll place my food in my makeshift fridge, as well. Naturally, I will need to notify the Super at some point that I shall require a place to refill my ice-bucket.
I'm stuck on the issue of nuts--poly and monounsaturated nuts. On the one hand, mixed nuts could bring about a communal bond; on the other, pecans and cashews are something you want in your private reserve. Peanuts, maybe. That says, "I'm with you comrades, but I am not bourgoise."
Now, cigarette breaks can be a touchy issue. I'll first inquiry as to whether smoking by activists is frowned upon, or outright prohibited. That should give us a platform upon which we can assess our negotiation options, or formulate our tactics accordingly.
Good day,
Sisyphus
To make efficient use of my range of food options, I'm just going to have to persuade my Super to the idea that, instead of a lunch-break, I shall require six modest lunch-breaks. I'll have to get my complex carbohydrates earlier in the session, so as to use that fuel for energy throughout the day to give back to my community--obviously. Then, I shall only need to nibble on my protein sources in minute sessions to support a healthy metabolism. A rest under the shade of an oak tree out yonder, I feel, is in order for proper snacking and replenishment of fluids. And who knows what fruits of my labor will be compromised if my facilities are depraved of the crunchy goodness of pure protein whey isolate towards the latter stages as I feel my powers dwindling?
The bottom of my ice-bucket, I'll fill with ice and an assortment of bottled fluids and iced coffee. I choose the low-calorie iced-coffees, because I prefer my coffee black; but will opt for a low-fat milk selection, if it can't be avoided, because I'm cool like that, I'm cool like that, I'm cool like that, I'm cool like that, I'm cool like that, I'm cool like that, I'm cool like that, I'm cool like that. I'll place my food in my makeshift fridge, as well. Naturally, I will need to notify the Super at some point that I shall require a place to refill my ice-bucket.
I'm stuck on the issue of nuts--poly and monounsaturated nuts. On the one hand, mixed nuts could bring about a communal bond; on the other, pecans and cashews are something you want in your private reserve. Peanuts, maybe. That says, "I'm with you comrades, but I am not bourgoise."
Now, cigarette breaks can be a touchy issue. I'll first inquiry as to whether smoking by activists is frowned upon, or outright prohibited. That should give us a platform upon which we can assess our negotiation options, or formulate our tactics accordingly.
Good day,
Sisyphus
two trout fishes
in a swimming pool
Baby, i'm gonna
eat your poo
two jerk chickens
in a country store
being jerks
to the customers
two ducks hunting
in a Range Rover
they're el-e-gant
bach-e-lors
two fox trotting out
of a convenience mart
with a Moon Pie and
a two pints of booze
And the moo-cow goes:
Moooooo!
And the moo-cow goes:
Moooooo!
two free chickens
in a free-range range
and the range range range
and the range range range
two free chickens
in a free-range range
and the range range range
and the range range range
And the moo-cow goes:
Moooooo!
And the moo-cow goes:
Moooooo!
two trout chickens
in the fun-drink farm
half-past drunk with
the fox and ducks
two trout chickens
in the fun-drink farm
half-past drunk with
the fox and ducks
two trout chickens
in the fun-drink farm
half-past drunk with
the fox and ducks
And the moo-cow goes:
Moooooo!
And the moo-cow goes:
Moooooo!
fun fact of the day:
In ancient times, the Muslim community's most besmirched member was he who was without clean feet. Distinguished members of the community, and commoners alike, not only frowned upon, but vehemently derided any man caught in such a sordid state, so to speak. Not only did feet bearing the putrid earth underscore impurities of skin and soul, but the rationale was if a man fails to keep his feet clean, how will he wrestle with the bear of a woman's insolence? He must, then, be likely to condone the reading of words by a woman, the adding of numbers on her fingers, and likely to allow her to eat the food she cooks for him--at the same table, in the same room.
Today that cloud of smoke is thinly veiled, and the once universal sentiment has dissipated through the years and contact with Western influences, handsome casanovas, liberal tourists, and pesky feminists. However, some purists still stick to their guns, or stones, as it were; and the remnants of the past can be heard in language alluding to its simple and absolute truths. When members of the community greet each other with, "Hasa ma lankum," the phrase--roughly translated--quite literally means, "I see that your feet are clean; and that makes you an honorable man."
And now, you can impart this wisdom to your hipster friends at wine, cheese, and prosciutto dinner parties. Or pot-lucks.
Today that cloud of smoke is thinly veiled, and the once universal sentiment has dissipated through the years and contact with Western influences, handsome casanovas, liberal tourists, and pesky feminists. However, some purists still stick to their guns, or stones, as it were; and the remnants of the past can be heard in language alluding to its simple and absolute truths. When members of the community greet each other with, "Hasa ma lankum," the phrase--roughly translated--quite literally means, "I see that your feet are clean; and that makes you an honorable man."
And now, you can impart this wisdom to your hipster friends at wine, cheese, and prosciutto dinner parties. Or pot-lucks.
the wonder years
"Young girls get their hearts broken. Men and women suffer alone, over the choices they've made. And young boys, full of confusion... full of fear... full of love and courage... grow up stealthily in their sleep."
Cooking Hour with Eatkhash
So what I did was, I ran some frozen raw shrimp through cold water for 8-6 minutes. It was more like 15. While the shrimp was defrosting--the shrimp were defrosting, I diced up some broccoli, cilantro, and onions with my dicing knife. After that I emptied all the contents of my dicing plate into a medium sauce pan with too much water. I added a pinch of salt and a sprinkle of lemon pepper into the water and stirred the water with my stirring knife. I also added some ginger pepper chili sauce into the mix to give it that Oriental flavor.
In another medium sauce pan, I added a little less than 1/4 cup of quinoa and added too little water. I brought the quinoa and water to a boil, then let it simmer for about 12 minutes. I then added my shrimp to my vegetables and hoped most of the water would be gone at the end.
Meanwhile, I sliced a quarter of an avocado with my slicing knife, then continued to slice it into symmetrical shapes. I added some salt and lemon to my avocado and placed it on my plate.
At this point most of the quinoa was tender and the water was gone. So I put that on my eating plate as well. My shrimp and vegetables were boiling, but I didn't really want to wait any longer, so I just dumped out the water in the sink, with most of its flavor. Dinner was served.
I got a fancy glass, filled it with water and ice cubes.
Now my shrimp was a little bland, but an avocado seasoned right works magic with almost any dinner.
Join me tomorrow when I will be showing you how to make a Spicy Mexican Shrimp Cocktail with cucumbers and avocados for your next fiesta!
In another medium sauce pan, I added a little less than 1/4 cup of quinoa and added too little water. I brought the quinoa and water to a boil, then let it simmer for about 12 minutes. I then added my shrimp to my vegetables and hoped most of the water would be gone at the end.
Meanwhile, I sliced a quarter of an avocado with my slicing knife, then continued to slice it into symmetrical shapes. I added some salt and lemon to my avocado and placed it on my plate.
At this point most of the quinoa was tender and the water was gone. So I put that on my eating plate as well. My shrimp and vegetables were boiling, but I didn't really want to wait any longer, so I just dumped out the water in the sink, with most of its flavor. Dinner was served.
I got a fancy glass, filled it with water and ice cubes.
Now my shrimp was a little bland, but an avocado seasoned right works magic with almost any dinner.
Join me tomorrow when I will be showing you how to make a Spicy Mexican Shrimp Cocktail with cucumbers and avocados for your next fiesta!
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