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Aug. 5th, 2011 08:51 pmBought edamame hummus. Fantastic idea.
Have found out there is no such thing as green bell peppers; green bell peppers are just unripe other-color peppers. That's why they're cheaper, more available, and more bitter. I feel betrayed by supermarkets. I only found this out because I was trying to figure out when to pick the bell peppers I'm growing. Meawhile, the peas remain a mystery. They were a rescue plant and I don't have the first idea of what they are meant to look like. What they look like to me is peas, but not peas like I've ever seen. It is therefore hard to know whether they're ready to pick.
A single honeybee has discovered the lavender and borage, both of which have purple-blue flowers and are therefore exciting if you are a bee. Since I mainly mess with the tomatoes, which are yellow/red and not interesting to bees, the bee and I get on okay. She's bumped into me a few times, but in an unagressive "I didn't see you there; you aren't blue" sort of way. Even though I am in fact significantly more blue tinted than your average person.
Musing not related to anything: I'm turned off by anti-immigrant "American jobs for Americans" rhetoric for the same reason I get angry about Zionism; I don't find the moral/religious idea of a chosen people and a promised land as persuasive as the phrase "we are all God's children." I'm not very tribal, I guess. Never been much of a joiner. I'm happy to hate lots of people for their beliefs and cultural practices - try to stop me; I'm a tremendously angry person - but whether they were born on one side of a line or not? Come on.
In any case, I was thinking about the idea of being chosen and having a destiny, which seems like a crutch whenever it shows up in fiction. ("You have to care about my character! He (almost always he) is special! The whole universe says! From birth." I say this as someone with a Male Chosen One Trilogy in progress.) I could at this point launch into yet another explanation of why the Star Wars prequel trilogy is offensive when placed against the philosophical-spiritual constructs presented in the original movie, but instead I will observe that I am grateful that the ring comes to Frodo simply because it happens to, and is his burden simply because it had to be someone's, and in a sense the only thing special about him is that he's not a dick about it and behaves responsibly even though it's super unpleasant. Good job, Tolkien.
Have found out there is no such thing as green bell peppers; green bell peppers are just unripe other-color peppers. That's why they're cheaper, more available, and more bitter. I feel betrayed by supermarkets. I only found this out because I was trying to figure out when to pick the bell peppers I'm growing. Meawhile, the peas remain a mystery. They were a rescue plant and I don't have the first idea of what they are meant to look like. What they look like to me is peas, but not peas like I've ever seen. It is therefore hard to know whether they're ready to pick.
A single honeybee has discovered the lavender and borage, both of which have purple-blue flowers and are therefore exciting if you are a bee. Since I mainly mess with the tomatoes, which are yellow/red and not interesting to bees, the bee and I get on okay. She's bumped into me a few times, but in an unagressive "I didn't see you there; you aren't blue" sort of way. Even though I am in fact significantly more blue tinted than your average person.
Musing not related to anything: I'm turned off by anti-immigrant "American jobs for Americans" rhetoric for the same reason I get angry about Zionism; I don't find the moral/religious idea of a chosen people and a promised land as persuasive as the phrase "we are all God's children." I'm not very tribal, I guess. Never been much of a joiner. I'm happy to hate lots of people for their beliefs and cultural practices - try to stop me; I'm a tremendously angry person - but whether they were born on one side of a line or not? Come on.
In any case, I was thinking about the idea of being chosen and having a destiny, which seems like a crutch whenever it shows up in fiction. ("You have to care about my character! He (almost always he) is special! The whole universe says! From birth." I say this as someone with a Male Chosen One Trilogy in progress.) I could at this point launch into yet another explanation of why the Star Wars prequel trilogy is offensive when placed against the philosophical-spiritual constructs presented in the original movie, but instead I will observe that I am grateful that the ring comes to Frodo simply because it happens to, and is his burden simply because it had to be someone's, and in a sense the only thing special about him is that he's not a dick about it and behaves responsibly even though it's super unpleasant. Good job, Tolkien.
