Seguranca de nada

Sempre pensei que algum dia alguém teria que me amar.  Que eu nao teria opcao, que cairia em amor sem dar assento.  Que para cair no amor voce so precisava existir.  E seria bastante.

Mas aprendi que a existencia nao necesita o amor.  Que e possivel existir, respirar, ser -- sem um outro que te ama.  E que nada vai garantizar que o amor vem para voce.

Nessa existencia, temos a seguranca de nada, meu.  Nada vem, meu, nada vem.

Amazon shipping

Small secret - amazon's free shipping is about as fast as Amazon prime.
Of the past 4 orders from Amazon over the last four months, nothing has taken longer than three days to arrive.
My latest order will be here in less than two days.
Yes, for xmas, its probably better to get the guarantee, but just for general shipping, you can't do better than free.

Best chips ever.

I found what I'm giving away for Halloween!  Maybe. If I can keep my hands off them.

Ginger and Scrambled Eggs

By far, the hands down favorite added ingredient in eggs.  When I'm being super lazy and don't want to add anything (it even renders that pinch of salt less than mandatory).

Per tonight's experimentation, ANY (really I mean any) amount of ginger tastes delicious.  

Though honestly, you'll probably have to lean on the heavier side to be able to taste it. 

SO recipe:

- eggs.  2 if large, 3 if medium/grass-fed organic raised

- ginger (1/2 to 2 tsp)

- butter (about 3/4 tbs)

- salt (if desired, pinch/sprinkle)

Crack eggs in bowl.  Beat with fork until are one yellow color (not patchy, unless you like it that way).

Turn on stovetop to high, medium-high.

Add ginger and salt to eggs. Beat until mixed (ish.  The ginger tends to clump.  This is fine.)

Pan should be hot now.  Add butter, swishing around in the pan as it melts to coat the entire bottom.

Add eggs.  

Serve.

Note, eggs should quick super quickly.  This makes them fluffier. (Thanks Julia!)

Ramen, Version 2.4

I'm not anti-recipe, but I've definitely moved away from using them as of late.
Here's one of my latest concoctions. Main credit goes to Meizi Mao, my roommate at Wal-Mart during the summer of 2010, who introduced me to my first variation on ramen. A recent discovery that Siracha sauce has sugar as the second ingredient had me getting creative with the spices. Tonight's version was definitely my favorite so far, as the lime added a nice fresh kick.

Spicy chicken ramen with lime

• a handful of fresh spinach leaves, washed and de-stemmed
• chicken flavored ramen (the block shaped stuff that comes in an orange package)
• half a lime
• cayenne pepper
• chili pepper flakes
• 2 large eggs or 3 small ones (this time I put in 3 smaller ones)

Bring about 1cup and a half of water to a boil. (We're talking about two inches of water in a medium/small pot). Add ramen noodles, saving the packet of chicken flavoring for later. Add the washed and de-stemmed spinach leaves Crack the eggs into the pot.
Cook for about three minutes, boiling.
Squeeze in the juice from half the lime, add about 3/4 teaspoon cayenne powder, and a couple of shakes of the red chili pepper flakes.
Add in half to 3/4 of the chicken flavoring packet.
Stir carefully, so as not to break up the eggs. For best results, don't stir until you've got to about this point (at the end of cooking).
Enjoy! I serve my first bowl over a few pieces of ice, but I'm impatient.

Writing is a waste of time

How often is it just a meditation? How much of it is an exposition, a PR show?

How do you find the bottom of a sphere? By weight, by length, by bounce?

There is nothing interesting in self-explanation. Even psychologists, who's profession is that of self-explaining, make you pay for the privilege of divulging yourself.

Let's play a game. It's called conversation. I'll say a word, and then you say one that's related. And then I'll say one that's unrelated. Then you say one that's related to the the first relation. Then I'll repeat the iteration of relation. Then you relate the iteration to the nonrelation. And we'll iterate that iteration until the iterated iteration is completely unrelated to the game concatentation.

I hate games. Games are for players. I play the piano. The game can't be played by non-players. I hate games. Playing the piano is an odious game.

okEros

i write riveting messages to potential mates:

i read you smoke cigars. i smoked a cigar for the first time with my grandpa last week. i picked the smallest one he had - it was still too much tobacco. but i finished it, like a champ. i didn't want him to think he had a wimp for a granddaughter.