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if i look back, i am lost
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Good Cover Saturday
Listening to Leif Vollebekk's cover of "Read My Mind," while having a bubble bath, on a slow Saturday night was, for lack of a better word, heaven.
Also, you should listen to Florence (& the Machine) screech-sing her way through "Postcards from Italy." Oddly enough, it works!
Washington, D.C., 1925.
John Martin (July 19, 1789 – February 17, 1854)
Vastness is his sphere, yet he has not lost or circumfused his genius in its space; he has chained and wielded and measured it at his will… He has penetrated the remote caverns of the past and gazed on the primeval shapes of the gone world.
Attack of the feels
So I finished the last final exams OF MY ENTIRE UNDERGRADUATE CAREER two nights ago. To celebrate my old age, we had beers at the Brunny. Talk about nostalgia! I feel like no proper UofT grad can call him or herself a veteran of this amazing/shitty/charmingly maddening university without having once gone to the Brunny, where the beers are cheap and the freshmen utterly obnoxious. I was still hit with the feels, tho. Lots of it. I can't believe I'm…DONE. I don't quite have the papers to prove it (official grad is not till November) but rest assured, ladies and gents, this bird is fahhhhh-reeeee!
Now, it's time to crawl back to good ol' Vancouver and to make lame, grown-up decisions that will shape the rest of my sorry-ass life. CAN'T WAIT.
So my friend and I went to a (nude) life drawing class at the Gardiner Museum and I realized just how horrible I am at sketching human bodies. Might go to the next class, however. It was fun to knock back a few glasses of merlot and listen to house music while trying (valiantly) to capture this old, albeit very sweet, lady on paper.
Surprisingly un-fuck-upable bread for beginners:
Ingredients:
3/4 cup warm, microwaved water (around 22 seconds, I think)
1 package active dry yeast
1 tsp salt
1 tbsp brown sugar
1 tbsp olive oil
1/2 cup skim milk
3 cups all-purpose flour (I only ended up using 2 and 3/4 cups)
Directions:
Dissolve dry yeast in a large bowl of warm water.
Stir in sugar, olive oil, and skim milk.
In a separate bowl, mix 2 cups of flour and salt. Then, add this to the yeast mixture.
If needed, begin adding more flour, one tablespoon at a time, until the "dough chases the spoon around the bowl" (which I took for, "when it no longer looks gooey and liquid-y").
Turn dough out onto a floured and wax-papered board, adding spoonfuls of flour as needed until the dough is soft and smooth, not sticky to the touch.
Put dough in greased bowl. Turn dough over so that top of dough is greased as well. Cover and let rise in warm spot for 1 hour.
This shit has to have risen or else you're screwed. But basically, after an hour, you'll have to knead this again. And I have absolutely no idea how long kneading is supposed to take; I just kept on going until it felt sorta tough and dense. Does that make sense? Probs not. I'm obviously not experienced enough to speak with authority on the subject.
But yeah, after kneading da shit outta your dough, form it into a loaf (or at least something resembling a loaf) and place it in a greased loaf pan. Cover and let rise for about 30 minutes.
Preheat oven at 375 degrees F. Use a sharp knife to make random slashes or shapes for air circulation or whatever, then put it in the oven for 30-35 minutes or until golden brown.
Turn out bread and let cool on a rack or clean dishtowel. Then enjoy!!
"… he should have gone with her, all the way to the hospital. He had thrown away minutes in her company. He must learn again how to think and act for himself. He began to run along Whitehall, hoping to catch up with her at the next stop. But her bus was far ahead, and soon disappearing towards Parliament Square."
Vincent van Gogh - From ‘Almond Blossoms’ Series (1888-1890)
Portrait of the Duke of Wellington (1812-1814) by Francisco de Goya
It was she whom I liked best as soon as I saw them both, without any comparison; I hoped for the happiness of my life with her, who has since made it, solely and absolutely. As she has become my wife I abstain from saying more; except that she has fulfilled infinity and beyond what was promised to me, and what I myself had ever hoped.
Louis de Rouvray, duc de Saint-Simon, on his wife Marie Gabrielle de Durfort, in The Memoirs of the Duke of Saint-Simon on the Reign of Louis XIV, and the Regency.
Oil spills at an oil sands operation in Cold Lake, Alberta have been going on for weeks with no end in sight, according to a government scientist.
Plovdiv, Bulgaria (by archer10 (Dennis))
Current Obsession: Funeral Suits
An unabashedly maudlin song, yes, but necessary, nonetheless, for those of us in need of a little introspection.
For if thou shouldst import new learnings amongst dullards, thou wilt be thought a useless trifler, void of knowledge; while if thy fame in the city overlaps that of the pretenders to cunning knowledge, thou wilt win their dislike.
Medea in Euripides' Medea
Current Obsession: Kankouran
They have themselves a pretty solid and promising EP, if I may say. Do enjoy!
Didn’t know this street existed until today. Love when photo shoots take me to fun new spots.