Archive for December, 2009

h1

avocado corn muffins-makes 10

December 16, 2009

The ingredients

1 cup all-purpose flour
1/2 cup yellow cornmeal
1/4 cup sugar
1 1/2 tsp baking powder
1/4 tsp salt
2 eggs
1/4 cup milk
1 large avocado

The Auxiliaries

Any New Belgium Brew
Andrew Bird-Preferably “Noble Beast”
A Clear Mind

Pre-heat oven to 350°F. (Oh Fahrenheit! You Evil!)
Mix flour, cornmeal, sugar baking powder and salt.
Cut and seed avocado. Mash it.
Mix eggs into the flour, one at a time.
Add milk and avocado.
Mix until all the ingredients are incorporated.
Grease pan and pour mixture in.
Bake for 25 minutes
Makes 10 Green Goodies…Nom.

“So they took me to the hospital, they put my body through a scan
What they saw there would impress them all for inside me grows a man
Who speaks with perfect diction as he orders my eviction
As he acts with more conviction than I. “

h1

December 10, 2009

So then let us not sleep as others do, but let us be alert and sober.

Therefore let us not sleep, as do others; but let us watch and be sober.

Therefore let us not sleep, as do others; but let us watch and be sober.

So then let us not sleep, as do the rest, but let us watch and be sober.

Therefore, let us not sleep, as others do; but let us watch, and be sober.

So then do not let us sleep as the rest do, but let us watch and be sober.

So then let us not sleep, as do the rest, but let us watch and be sober.

Therefore let us not sleep, as do others; but let us watch and be sober.

So then let’s not sleep, as the rest do, but let’s watch and be sober.

So, then, we may not sleep as also the others, but watch and be sober.

h1

The Worst Part is Coming Home and Nobody Understands It*

December 4, 2009

I walked to get lost in the streets. I saw good things and not so good things.
For some reason I felt uncomfortable when I was the only “white” in a far street. Apparently, the narrative still works for me; so sad. However, just a couple of hours ago before my random walk, I was listening a bullshit talk, surrounded by the people wearing kippahs. I was the only “angry” person, but I wasn’t scared.
Why I was scared walking alone? I don’t have an answer. I don’t have a clue. I don’t understand – as usual.

They bought a round for the sailor
And they heard his tale
Of a world that was so far away
And a song that we’d never heard
A song of a little bird
That fell in love with a whale

I practiced some time waste. I blew glass. I got drunk. I cooked for twentyfour. It felt really good to be away, but I missed my empty room.

And I don’t believe in the existence of angels
But looking at you I wonder if that’s true
But if I did I would summon them together
And ask them to watch over you
To each burn a candle for you
To make bright and clear your path
And to walk, like Christ, in grace and love
And guide you into my arms

Tom Waits and Nick Cave should die together.

*The words of a US soldier who was in Iraq for a long time.

ps: I snuggle with Barry Larkin

h1

911-not more not less

December 1, 2009

It was a great show. I always rushed to watch 911 episodes. It was real-ity, it was exciting. I was 10, maybe 12-don’t remember. I didn’t know the cops’ number in my hometown (they were all crap anyways), but the numbers 9 and 1 and 1 were scraped into my brain for some reason and for no reason. I knew what to do in case of fire. Call 911.

I had come home very late at night. I had to teach the next day, but the level of alcohol in my veins were high. For some reason and for no reason there was no power at home. The apartment was empty anyways, so it wasn’t a big deal. I really had to work. Thanks to beer, it didn’t take so long to convince myself to dive into my air mattress.

I woke up with dense smoke. Having not much sleep, as well as my nominal numbness in the mornings made me to notice what was going on late. I went outside to see if it was a big fire.  Well… there was no fire. The little girl, waiting for her schoolbus, ran into her house after seeing me in my boxer-shorts and old white shirt. I went back to my apartment. The kitchen was worse. Eureka!! it was the next vacant apartment burning.

Finally, it was my turn.

Me: Hello! Is it 9 1 and 1?
911: Yes this is 911. How can help you today sir?
Me: Well, I think there is a fire next door. As far as I know nobody is living there. So no worries.
911: I am worried about you.
Me: Really? Thanks. It is very nice of you. Can I buy you beer sometime?
911: Some other time. Can you see what is happening?
Me: Wait a moment please. Yes, the carpet is burning. It is a very small fire though. Look, I think I can handle this.
911: Your safety first sir.
Me: Don’t be so nice to me. I am about to fall in love with you.
911: Some other time.

I went to the bathroom, and filled half of the bucket with water. I thought it was enough. I went outside…alas the Pros were already here. Me – 5 foot 7, boxershorts, scrambled hair, holding a gray bucket- vs. a huge guy, fully equipped, the firetruck and his comrades behind. I didn’t insist to put off the fire by myself.

Me: Well, they are here. It was fast.
911: We are always fast. We come and go.
Me: I see.  Hello..Hello..Are you still there?