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I made curry yesterday, but that only required about a fourth cup of my can of coconut milk and I now have excess curry sauce that I don't want to throw away, but don't know what to do with. I thought about infusing the coconut milk into my grandmother's recipie for mashed potatoes, for which I have all the necessary ingredients and equipment, you know, just using it instead of regular milk, or perhaps in combination with.

I think the tastes will work together. There's still the matter of the curry sauce- I can do with with tofu, meat or vegetables and serve it on top of the mashed potatoes. I could do a meat and vegetable combination- my instincts toss out the notion of shrimp or pork with the potatoes, but chunks of steak or lamb might do. Cook the meat simply, put it on a bed of potatoes, drizzle the curry sauce all over- it seems like it's be good. Lamb will go better than steak, I think- maybe with some nice peas...

But I can't afford lamb right now. If I bought a bit of cornstarch, I could make pudding with the coconut milk (I just don't want anything to go to waste!), but the recipie in Joy of cooking was intended for a much bigger portion, sho I'd have to reduce everything. It'd get complicated. And then I'd still have to get rid of the curry mix somehow- the only meat I have right now is ground beef. Damn, I wish Joy of Cooking came with an ingredient specific index, to help me get rid of this stuff.

I wonder if the 'homestyle thai style' idea is all botched. I need a second oppinion. Where's Vohs?

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I made curry yesterday, but that only required about a fourth cup of my can of coconut milk and I now have excess curry sauce that I don't want to throw away, but don't know what to do with. I thought about infusing the coconut milk into my grandmother's recipie for mashed potatoes, for which I have all the necessary ingredients and equipment, you know, just using it instead of regular milk, or perhaps in combination with.

I think the tastes will work together. There's still the matter of the curry sauce- I can do with with tofu, meat or vegetables and serve it on top of the mashed potatoes. I could do a meat and vegetable combination- my instincts toss out the notion of shrimp or pork with the potatoes, but chunks of steak or lamb might do. Cook the meat simply, put it on a bed of potatoes, drizzle the curry sauce all over- it seems like it's be good. Lamb will go better than steak, I think- maybe with some nice peas...

But I can't afford lamb right now. If I bought a bit of cornstarch, I could make pudding with the coconut milk (I just don't want anything to go to waste!), but the recipie in Joy of cooking was intended for a much bigger portion, sho I'd have to reduce everything. It'd get complicated. And then I'd still have to get rid of the curry mix somehow- the only meat I have right now is ground beef. Damn, I wish Joy of Cooking came with an ingredient specific index, to help me get rid of this stuff.

I wonder if the 'homestyle thai style' idea is all botched. I need a second oppinion. Where's Vohs?

Entry culled from an AIM convo on the theory that it's eassier just to explain it once

I need to take out a hit on my roommate, or, like, leave a horses head in her bed. This is getting rediculous. she's all: "You left some hair in the bathroom sink." Me: "Really? Well, I thought I cleaned it, but if I failed to do so sufficiently, I'm sorry and will be more careful in the future." Bao the Asian French Roomie with Bad English: "And the floor is dirty. I just don't want to pay the deposit at the end because the room is dirty."

(Note: I have NEVER heard of a 'room is dirty' fee. And she admits it was dirty before either of us came. And since she has been living here longer, why is it my responsibility to clean so that this mysterious fee can be avoided? I'd been thinking about mopping of my own accord, but what the hell is her deal? It's not like she's a neat individual. Is she just trying to bug the shit out of me for reasons of her own?)

And so she calls in the RA later that night, despite that I'd said 'Okay, that sounds reasonable' to everything and been, as usual, obliging, to bitch about the same damn thing and is all: "You're not polite enough to me, you're never, like, 'How're you?'" And I refrain from saying: 'that's because I don't care.' I mean, I don't talk to her. I stay in my room and work or read, or I do the same things somewhere else. That's not incilivity. It's just the absence of incivility. Why the hell would I want to talk to such an uptight little whiner?

I leave her alone. I aceed to all her requests with a quick 'yes, that sounds reasonable,' but this dsipleases Irritable Bao somehow. She told the RA I just always say 'yes' tersley when she complains to me. What the hell diologue does she want to occur there? Either I'll say yes, or refuse. So far, albeit grudgingly, I've been saying 'sure.' Am I supposed to wax poetic over how much I want to do the innane, stupid shit she requests? I do it, or try to do it. What more should I be doing?

And she usues this bizzare, non-existant 'fee' to passive-agressivley try to excuse that she's being nasty and willful. She needs to own her fucking feelings, not just evasivley whine. It's not about the occasional failures to clean as promptly as she'd like, it's about how she doesn't want a roommate, or wahts one who will be pals with her. She was a bitch to me from the inception. I am NOT going to be made to feel like a bad, impolite girl because I don't care to ask what she's majoring in.

I'm so glad I got admitted into the Writer's Learning Community for Fall. Not only is there a reasonable chance that the people involved won't suck, I have a single- never this shit again.



LadyXlos: also, did anyone ever print up the RBHS superlatives? Cause I wanted to know who got what, and imortilize my conquest of the nerddome category, and victory over Jenny and McKenzie. Psht, McKenzie. That poser nerd- and she nearly won!

To summarize the Red Tent, which I dutifully read for Kate's sake: ... it was kinda Bubble Gum Feminist, with an unsatisfactory ending and an unclear, confused message. It bore the seeds of an EXCELLENT narrative, sweeping yet intimate, but a failure to pull things together and a weak last third made the early, strong 2/3 seem dragged down. It angers me, that book- so much waste of materiel and potential

Right now, reading Lolita, Atlas Shrugged, The Truth, and The Elegant Universe. Sweet Jesus I hate Ayn Rand. Sarah, have you started yours yet? Where are you in it? I hate her more than I hate Hemmingway ...The Fountainhead isn't as bad. She's just- you sould read some in order to be able to firmly and authoritavley know and denounce her, but it will be a batt;e to do so. The Jungle is... as close to painless as she gets. She has SEVERE problems as a writer. I think she'll be completley unknown within a coupple generations, and her philosophy is crippled by basic concepts like Game Theory, which she utterly refuses to admit the existance of.

It's like she pitws her characters against socialist ideology, but the people she uses to espouse the ideology she disagrees with are so weak, it's as if she doesn't trust her philosophy at all, or even understand the opposing argument. Her characters, which are her arguments, cannot defeat the actual well-articulate theory, so they conquer a completley emasculated Pepsi-One version thereof, and somehow that satisfies her. She'll spend 500-some pages of what has GOT to be size 7 font babbling on, with no respect for elegant terseness.

Occasioanlly, she does a good film-noir turn with her post-appocolyptic atmosphere (which she totally over-uses and abuses to the point wher it's just maudlin), but she's so outclassed in exactly the same thing by Orwell it's not even funny. And Orwell wasn't even a writer per say! His style is that of a thinker working himself out through a novel. And Ayn is the same, but so much worse! She's so heavy-handed! Despite her throw-back Nitsche-esque glorification of the Man Alone, she DOES NOT TRUST her readers to use their brains, and she DOES NOT TRUST her philosophy to speak for itself.

She is not concerned with developing it, with thinking about it and using the novel as a method for exploration, which is usually the philosophical novel through and through, she uses it as a method of preaching- she's not a thinker so much as a zealous propagandizer. and I say that in the old fashioned sense, not in the narrow, paranoid modern sense, but it's true. She doesn't write to think, she thinks to write, and she writes to convert. I'm not going to argue with her diverging from the traditional philosophical novel mold, but she's two-fold crap: as a philosopher, as a writer- disappointing. And chauvanist. Did I mention incoherent and chauvanist?

My roommate thinks I'm typing too loud. Jesus I hate her. I've got to go- Bao needs her beauty sleep...

Will spell check tomorrow.

Entry culled from an AIM convo on the theory that it's eassier just to explain it once

I need to take out a hit on my roommate, or, like, leave a horses head in her bed. This is getting rediculous. she's all: "You left some hair in the bathroom sink." Me: "Really? Well, I thought I cleaned it, but if I failed to do so sufficiently, I'm sorry and will be more careful in the future." Bao the Asian French Roomie with Bad English: "And the floor is dirty. I just don't want to pay the deposit at the end because the room is dirty."

(Note: I have NEVER heard of a 'room is dirty' fee. And she admits it was dirty before either of us came. And since she has been living here longer, why is it my responsibility to clean so that this mysterious fee can be avoided? I'd been thinking about mopping of my own accord, but what the hell is her deal? It's not like she's a neat individual. Is she just trying to bug the shit out of me for reasons of her own?)

And so she calls in the RA later that night, despite that I'd said 'Okay, that sounds reasonable' to everything and been, as usual, obliging, to bitch about the same damn thing and is all: "You're not polite enough to me, you're never, like, 'How're you?'" And I refrain from saying: 'that's because I don't care.' I mean, I don't talk to her. I stay in my room and work or read, or I do the same things somewhere else. That's not incilivity. It's just the absence of incivility. Why the hell would I want to talk to such an uptight little whiner?

I leave her alone. I aceed to all her requests with a quick 'yes, that sounds reasonable,' but this dsipleases Irritable Bao somehow. She told the RA I just always say 'yes' tersley when she complains to me. What the hell diologue does she want to occur there? Either I'll say yes, or refuse. So far, albeit grudgingly, I've been saying 'sure.' Am I supposed to wax poetic over how much I want to do the innane, stupid shit she requests? I do it, or try to do it. What more should I be doing?

And she usues this bizzare, non-existant 'fee' to passive-agressivley try to excuse that she's being nasty and willful. She needs to own her fucking feelings, not just evasivley whine. It's not about the occasional failures to clean as promptly as she'd like, it's about how she doesn't want a roommate, or wahts one who will be pals with her. She was a bitch to me from the inception. I am NOT going to be made to feel like a bad, impolite girl because I don't care to ask what she's majoring in.

I'm so glad I got admitted into the Writer's Learning Community for Fall. Not only is there a reasonable chance that the people involved won't suck, I have a single- never this shit again.



LadyXlos: also, did anyone ever print up the RBHS superlatives? Cause I wanted to know who got what, and imortilize my conquest of the nerddome category, and victory over Jenny and McKenzie. Psht, McKenzie. That poser nerd- and she nearly won!

To summarize the Red Tent, which I dutifully read for Kate's sake: ... it was kinda Bubble Gum Feminist, with an unsatisfactory ending and an unclear, confused message. It bore the seeds of an EXCELLENT narrative, sweeping yet intimate, but a failure to pull things together and a weak last third made the early, strong 2/3 seem dragged down. It angers me, that book- so much waste of materiel and potential

Right now, reading Lolita, Atlas Shrugged, The Truth, and The Elegant Universe. Sweet Jesus I hate Ayn Rand. Sarah, have you started yours yet? Where are you in it? I hate her more than I hate Hemmingway ...The Fountainhead isn't as bad. She's just- you sould read some in order to be able to firmly and authoritavley know and denounce her, but it will be a batt;e to do so. The Jungle is... as close to painless as she gets. She has SEVERE problems as a writer. I think she'll be completley unknown within a coupple generations, and her philosophy is crippled by basic concepts like Game Theory, which she utterly refuses to admit the existance of.

It's like she pitws her characters against socialist ideology, but the people she uses to espouse the ideology she disagrees with are so weak, it's as if she doesn't trust her philosophy at all, or even understand the opposing argument. Her characters, which are her arguments, cannot defeat the actual well-articulate theory, so they conquer a completley emasculated Pepsi-One version thereof, and somehow that satisfies her. She'll spend 500-some pages of what has GOT to be size 7 font babbling on, with no respect for elegant terseness.

Occasioanlly, she does a good film-noir turn with her post-appocolyptic atmosphere (which she totally over-uses and abuses to the point wher it's just maudlin), but she's so outclassed in exactly the same thing by Orwell it's not even funny. And Orwell wasn't even a writer per say! His style is that of a thinker working himself out through a novel. And Ayn is the same, but so much worse! She's so heavy-handed! Despite her throw-back Nitsche-esque glorification of the Man Alone, she DOES NOT TRUST her readers to use their brains, and she DOES NOT TRUST her philosophy to speak for itself.

She is not concerned with developing it, with thinking about it and using the novel as a method for exploration, which is usually the philosophical novel through and through, she uses it as a method of preaching- she's not a thinker so much as a zealous propagandizer. and I say that in the old fashioned sense, not in the narrow, paranoid modern sense, but it's true. She doesn't write to think, she thinks to write, and she writes to convert. I'm not going to argue with her diverging from the traditional philosophical novel mold, but she's two-fold crap: as a philosopher, as a writer- disappointing. And chauvanist. Did I mention incoherent and chauvanist?

My roommate thinks I'm typing too loud. Jesus I hate her. I've got to go- Bao needs her beauty sleep...

Will spell check tomorrow.