Shears

Kyle stole my cheap kitchen scissors. I demand stellar replacement.

Little Christmas Eve

My family has never been one with particular traditions for the holidays. This has been convient and easy, matching my family's laid-back personality and simplicity. However, the holiday was always special and set apart from the rest of the work and school days.

Now, this is my first Christmas outside of my family. Kyle's and my first Christmas married. In all the drastic changes that have occured this year, mainly my mother's death, it seems fitting that this is the first Christmas seperate from my family. They're in FL with my dad's mom, hopefully distracted and happy.

As it is our first Christmas, I want it to be special and create some type of tradition for us. Finding or creating one is kinda challenging! So I'm googling my heritage, Scandinavian, to see what holiday traditions are appealing! I doubt that I'll make lutefisk a part of our Christmases! I've got the pine decorations down...and the candles. Maybe that's all I'll glean from "the Old Country." At least for this year.

And what started this? The recollection that today is Little Christmas Eve! Another Scandinavian thing.

Wee!

December Spring Time!

Molly (a co-worker of mine here at the park) and I made a herb quick bread last night to give to our other co-workers. There is an over abundance of sugar-filled treats here, so we figured something without sugar would be the best choice. So, while I was searching for a quick bread recipe, I found this one for a yeast cheese bread.

Hot Cheese Bread: grip it and rip it and Gruyere Cheese Bread
The picture comes close to making me drool and immediately begin a rampage for cheese bread! I think I'll make some over Christmas when I have time off from work.

The weather has been absolutely crazy: first rainy and chilly, now warming up to in the 60's and partly cloudy.

Since sushi can only be consumed satisfactorily in warm weather, Kyle took me to Umi for lunch, where we feasted on spicy yellow tail tuna rolls and delightful salads with that good ginger dressing. My tummy and tongue are happy.

And, academically speaking, I passed my math class with a B! Yay!

The Good-morrow.

THE GOOD-MORROW.
by John Donne


I WONDER by my troth, what thou and I
Did, till we loved ? were we not wean'd till then ?
But suck'd on country pleasures, childishly ?
Or snorted we in the Seven Sleepers' den ?
'Twas so ; but this, all pleasures fancies be ;
If ever any beauty I did see,
Which I desired, and got, 'twas but a dream of thee.

And now good-morrow to our waking souls,
Which watch not one another out of fear ;
For love all love of other sights controls,
And makes one little room an everywhere.
Let sea-discoverers to new worlds have gone ;
Let maps to other, worlds on worlds have shown ;
Let us possess one world ; each hath one, and is one.

My face in thine eye, thine in mine appears,
And true plain hearts do in the faces rest ;
Where can we find two better hemispheres
Without sharp north, without declining west ?
Whatever dies, was not mix'd equally ;
If our two loves be one, or thou and I
Love so alike that none can slacken, none can die.

to do ado

Things to pursue or do...

Play with Photoshop and create glorious images (bahaha!)

Catch up on the Office, 30 Rock, etc, since my home internet is now restored!

Upload pictures of ribbon flowers and doodlings that filled my time while home-internetless.

Decide to buy or not to buy a Holga camera. Revision: Decide which one to buy. :-)

Create ribbon flowers for Sharon's bday/Christmas present

Play with my 35mm Canon camera.

See Akaisha.

Take a mini-trip to Asheville or Greenville.

Find snow.

Tetris *pop*

There was an interview of some artist guy on 60 Minutes last night. Usually I admire the artistic, and pull my own inspiration or thoughts from their work. But this guy was so condescending and arrogant that it completely made his work repulsive. When the reporter brought up a severe critic of the artist, the artist was offended and too upset to go on with the interview. Later on in the interview the reporter asked if the artist has a big ego. This guy looked at the reporter and told him that that was a rediculous question, implying "how in the world can you even think of asking me that?"
I say all that to say this: That guy took himself and his art too seriously. I think you can be serious about your art (or whatever you do), but when that seriousness takes over your amusment and joy, it's no longer enjoyable. Sure, this artist is some big thing, but he really didn't seem all that happy.

"Yarg!"

Well well well.

I hope that everyone had a splendid Thanksgiving! Kyle and I spent ours moving and then enjoyed a wonderful vegetarian feast prepared by Kyle's brother Alex. Alex will one day be a famous chef. I still have a turkey crave going on though.

We've moved quite successfully! It is so wonderful to hear the quiet of a house. I think I'm really a home-body...or least to the extent that I enjoy being at home when there's not anything appealing outside of my house.

I feel quite domesticated...on "Black Friday" Kyle and I went out and bought a washer and dryer. Wo0t!

Arg. I'm sick and tired and not inspired at all, despite the desire to nest in my house.

Yuck.