Random apology #204:

Dear rest of the world:

I am soo soo sorry about that “President”guy who’s been representing us for the last eight years. I did not vote for him.

Are we cool?

Should I start working on my Canadian accent?

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Little nasties

Tim told me a while back that he saw a raccoon across from his condo sitting on the roof and leaning on a window, scratching it’s tummy. Ever since then, I always look over at his neighbor’s rooftop, hoping I’ll see one of those cute little buggers. He finally saw a whole family of them this morning, on his way out the door, and stopped and got some photos.
Look at those cute little guys. Dreaming away, thinking about garbage cans and cat food, with their little almost opposable thumbs twitching.
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That stuff with the things in it

I started my day thinking it would be a good day to learn how to make my favorite Korean dish, dolsot bibimbap.  Unlike sushi, I think it is actually something I can make without turning myself completely off of the dish in the process.  With these ingredients, even the mistakes are bound to be good tasting.  And it’s really not that far off from the kind of thing my dad makes, with brown rice.  Only the ingredients will all be inspected by me before cooking it, instead of while I’m eating it.

There are two Korean markets near my work.  One is a large foreign feeling chaotic market with a huge selection, and the other is a medium size, foreign feeling market that is well organized.   I thought that somehow the latter would be easier to shop at today, so I took my bibimbap recipe with me and started shopping.  It turns out that I don’t know where anything is, and even if I knew what it was, I don’t know how it would be categorized in that store, and furthermore they don’t have that cool stone bowl for the dolsot part so you can cook it on the stove inside the bowl that you serve it in.  Each ingredient was going to require a search through the entire store, unless I want to stop somebody and point to the item.  I was actually too shy to do this fourteen times, so I just grabbed some noodles, some seaweed, some random brand Kimchi, and then I got some Barley tea because you just have to drink barley tea while you eat Korean food, and I headed home.  I will have to try Bipimpblblblb some other time, but GOD was I craving it.  If I had been craving it any harder, I would have had to just go to a Korean restaurant.  Instead I opted to summon up the patience and wait, and see if I can’t drag one of my Korean friends with me to the store and lure them there by buying them lunch.  Not an economically sound plan the first time, but over time it will pay for itself.   You can give a blond, left handed Aquarius with A.D.D. a fish and she’ll eat that day, or you can teach a blond, left handed aquarius with A.D.D. how to fish and she’ll eat a couple of more times before she forgets how and has to have you show her again.

Anyway, I went home and had a very satisfying meal of white rice, seaweed, Kimchi with Barley.  It almost satisfied my craving.  This, people, is why I’m always saying I want a live in cook more than anything else in the world.

I’m glad I live in Southern California

This is my favorite pic this week, from Yahoo’s “this week in pictures”:
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I always follow the slide shows on the news websites, because they usually have a collection of pics from around the world that were the best of the best, depicting recent events.
I did a nice bike ride today and am now trying to keep my feet up, because I think I just destroyed my legs. It was only my second big bike ride of the season, and the season is almost over. We seem to be going straight from Summer into Winter. I’m glad I got out and did a few bike rides, some roller blading, some hiking and some swimming. Now we can start getting into shape for snowboarding. The first trip of the year last year involved me sitting down in the snow next to an intermediate route and pulling snow up to my body so that I could pack it onto my knees and stop the burning. I still can’t wait to go again.