A few nights ago, when temperature was still up in the 20’s, I tried running to the grocery in jeans and a t-shirt. (It’s only a block away, and I was too lazy to put on all those layers just for a bottle of milk.) I will not be trying that stunt tonight, as any protruding part of my body that I stick out the door will most likely snap off within seconds.
Bleaked Housed
It took a year and three months of on-and-off reading, but I’ve finally finished Bleak House, Charles Dickens’ tragicomedic tale of bittersweet lives and loves in a protracted court case whose legal costs ultimately outweigh the value of the assets in question. Some people die, some people marry, some people discover they are Lady Dedlock’s illegitimate daughter by a derelict ship captain who meets his unfortunate drug-induced end while transcribing court documents in a dingy apartment, a dark past discovered by an aloof lawyer who is later murdered by the crazed French maid who seeks revenge on her secretive mistress.
Afterward, I took a break from the heavy reading with a quick hop through Arthur C. Clarke’s Rendezvous with Rama, which I finished in a couple of days. (Fulltext in Palm DOC .PDB format here.)
Now I can finally start on Piper’s exceedingly hedonistic Desiring God.
Maalat
maalat: (Tagalog, adj.) Salty.
With the grocery closed and the refrigerator lacking any fresh or frozen ingredients for a decent dinner, Paulo decides to eat tonight what he was planning to have for breakfast in the morning: two hotdogs with rice and a boiled egg. He boils the hotdogs in a pot with the egg while simultaneously reheating rice in a tupperware, then drops the boiled hotdogs into the tupperware with the rice, and pours a small mountain of salt (for the boiled egg) onto the overturned tupperware lid. He carefully balances the overturned lid atop the plastic vessel, then places the freshly boiled egg beside the small mountain of salt.
Wrongly balanced under the weight of the egg, the lid promptly flips upright into the tupperware, scattering salt all over the hotdogs and rice.
Paulo proceeds to eat the newly salted meal anyway. He will no doubt notice the aftereffects of his increased sodium intake at his next date with a sphygmomanometer.
Update: Okay, a bit of explanation. As with most Asians, Filipinos eat lots of rice, and one of our preferred quick-cooking meals is any kind of processed meat served with steaming hot white rice. Hotdogs and ketchup are an old classic, but longganisa (linked sausages), beef tapa (cured fried beef), tocino (fried sweet pork) Ma Ling (pork luncheon meat with toxic lead and mercury additives), spam, and bacon are also popular favorites. When combined with a fried egg, the suffix “-ilog” is added to the name of the dish, a play on “itlog,” which is Tagalog for “egg.” Hence you have dishes called tapsilog, longsilog, tocilog, spamsilog, dogsilog, bacsilog, malingsilog, and so on. (Okay, I made up the last four three two.)
TupperIlocano
Beep beep!
From: Mom
ive sent u mango jam. keep d nice plastic containers, will get it from you when i go der coz will refill them. strong kasi my ilocano blood.
Yup, I’m part-Ilocano. This text message explains why I’m so obsessed with washing and keeping even the smallest disposable plastic food holders. Utensils, too.
Kris and Hell
Monday at the Museum
For the MLK holiday, I hopped on the MARC and the Metro with a friend* and headed down to the National Gallery of Art to look at Trompe l’Oiel paintings and works by Vuillard, Vermeer, and Ingres. Then we went to other Smithsonians to look at spaceships, skeletons, and bugs.
There was also a Bible Bus (that’s a school bus decked out with bible verses) going around the Mall, with a loudspeaker on top telling “evil warmongers” President Bush and Billy Graham to repent of their sins and stop killing unborn babies before God “burns America like he did Sodom and Gomorrah.”
(Oh, and the coffee at the Museum of Natural History takes about as long to prepare as it took the dinosaurs to evolve.)
Bad Similes and Metaphors
Cringe-inducing figures of speech. (Googled from an an entry by Sara.)
My personal favorites:
The red brick wall was the colour of a brick-red crayon.
John and Mary had never met. They were like two hummingbirds who had also never met.
Long separated by cruel fate, the star-crossed lovers raced across the grassy field toward each other like two freight trains, one having left York at 6:36 p.m. travelling at 55mph, the other from Peterborough at 4:19 p.m.at a speed of 35mph.
Shots rang out, as shots are wont to do.
Urinal Fly
A quick rhyme: Pee on Fly = Good UI.
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The Walters
I went to The Walters with a couple of friends today to look at Medieval Art. Lots of Virgin Maries about. I was especially intrigued by an ivory carving showing the Annunciation and conception of Christ, with God the Father in the upper corner, His long, flowing beard zooming towards the Blessed Virgin in the shape of a dove — God the Holy Spirit about to conceive God the Son. His beard. Yup. Also lots of beautiful illuminated psalters, missals, and scriptures.
I also went to the garage sale at MICA and got me a rocking TV chair: the kind that sits on the floor and rocks. Ten dollars, but I had to carry it on the train all the way home to Little Italy, and it still smells of cigarette smoke. But it’s nice and comfy and I like it. So there.