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rinueTasnim brought over some tabouleh some weeks ago, which reminded Ciro and me that parsley exists. We are now in a chopped parsley renaissance. I am starting to contemplate the creation of a peanut butter and parsley sandwich, because that's not totally unlike pesto, right?
Work currently mind-numbing and monotonous. Not that I know what I'd be doing with free time if I had any, but I bet it would be refreshing to look at something other than a computer screen. I know I should be using all this paid semi-free time (when I have to be in the office but have no tasks) to write, and I am occasionally doing so (and fiddling with Arthurian research and exotic hair color plans), as usually happens when I get bored, but . . . I don't feel like it. It's learned helplessness, basically. And continued lack of energy from allergy blah and lost sleep.
(Last night, I had trouble sleeping because my elbows hurt. Push ups are stupid. This is a dumb quest of mine, even though on the surface it seems like the reasonable one. But intending to run a multi-national studio with distribution arms has never made my elbows hurt.)
I feel disagreeable and not very likable, but suspect most of the parts of me that are currently disagreeable are confined to the inside of my head and have no effect on the people around me. I feel very cut off, even though I spend a good deal of my day captioning news broadcasts from all over the world.
Played an online game called "Are You Obscene," which is a promotion for the Howl movie (in real life, there was a significant obscenity trial over the poem) in which you tag certain things as obscene or not obscene, and when you are bored with that you can see what the world in aggregate thinks is more or less obscene.
Pornography is fairly far down the list; a significant minority of people think it's obscene. Which troubles me. I am fine with pornography -- I enjoy being able to access or create pornography if I so desire -- but it is, by definition, obscene. And the webpage even lists the definition at the top, so at the same time you are clicking "not obscene" you are looking at a page which defines obscene -- first definition -- as "designed to incite lust or depravity." That is the definition of both obscene and pornography. It is a definition with legal status. Does nothing have meaning anymore? Are there not facts? I want to die.
And while I was enjoying my parsley, I looked up parsley and there are panicky warnings to avoid parsley if there's any chance you might be pregnant ever because it will cause the fetus's heart to explode and also your uterus will contract wildly and cause a spontaneous abortion, and this is repeated all over the internet, predictably, but the medical sites say it's totally safe in food quantities and that the people who say otherwise are kind of drawing on medieval herblore crazy talk and want it to have special powers, although as with most things of course it is poisonous if you manage to eat several times your own body weight.
I continue to think that if and when I have children I should perhaps hide the existence of these children until they are adults. At the very least, I will ask them to wear false mustaches.
Work currently mind-numbing and monotonous. Not that I know what I'd be doing with free time if I had any, but I bet it would be refreshing to look at something other than a computer screen. I know I should be using all this paid semi-free time (when I have to be in the office but have no tasks) to write, and I am occasionally doing so (and fiddling with Arthurian research and exotic hair color plans), as usually happens when I get bored, but . . . I don't feel like it. It's learned helplessness, basically. And continued lack of energy from allergy blah and lost sleep.
(Last night, I had trouble sleeping because my elbows hurt. Push ups are stupid. This is a dumb quest of mine, even though on the surface it seems like the reasonable one. But intending to run a multi-national studio with distribution arms has never made my elbows hurt.)
I feel disagreeable and not very likable, but suspect most of the parts of me that are currently disagreeable are confined to the inside of my head and have no effect on the people around me. I feel very cut off, even though I spend a good deal of my day captioning news broadcasts from all over the world.
Played an online game called "Are You Obscene," which is a promotion for the Howl movie (in real life, there was a significant obscenity trial over the poem) in which you tag certain things as obscene or not obscene, and when you are bored with that you can see what the world in aggregate thinks is more or less obscene.
Pornography is fairly far down the list; a significant minority of people think it's obscene. Which troubles me. I am fine with pornography -- I enjoy being able to access or create pornography if I so desire -- but it is, by definition, obscene. And the webpage even lists the definition at the top, so at the same time you are clicking "not obscene" you are looking at a page which defines obscene -- first definition -- as "designed to incite lust or depravity." That is the definition of both obscene and pornography. It is a definition with legal status. Does nothing have meaning anymore? Are there not facts? I want to die.
And while I was enjoying my parsley, I looked up parsley and there are panicky warnings to avoid parsley if there's any chance you might be pregnant ever because it will cause the fetus's heart to explode and also your uterus will contract wildly and cause a spontaneous abortion, and this is repeated all over the internet, predictably, but the medical sites say it's totally safe in food quantities and that the people who say otherwise are kind of drawing on medieval herblore crazy talk and want it to have special powers, although as with most things of course it is poisonous if you manage to eat several times your own body weight.
I continue to think that if and when I have children I should perhaps hide the existence of these children until they are adults. At the very least, I will ask them to wear false mustaches.
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Date: 2010-09-22 07:42 pm (UTC)Chili pepper jam, cream cheese, and parsley would be pretty tasty, IMO!
Flash-fried parsley is fantastic. I had it for the first time as bar food in German, served with a fried or baked camembert cheese that gushed out over the heap of crispy-crisped parsley and transformed into essence of savory salad.
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Date: 2010-09-22 08:30 pm (UTC)Oh yes it would. I think this is not opinion, but incontrovertible universal law.
Flash-fried parsley sounds amazing. I just read someone talking about potato chips, but with kelp instead of potato, and that also sounds amazing.
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Date: 2010-09-23 05:03 pm (UTC)Hugs and parsley hoorah!
I must send you my parsley-filled chicken picatta recipe...