I'm a terrible blogger, I know! So sorry! Just kidding, I don't think anyone reads this, but just in case, hi mom!
The most dreaded time of year has arrived--FINALS. What better way to damper the Christmas spirit of approximately a billion and a half college kids than to make them take exams when it's a) winter b) dark out at 4 and c) after they've eaten enough turkey to knock out a giant? Cruel, right? On the other hand, 25 Days of Christmas programming is perfect for procrastination (why yes, I am watching The Santa Clause now; thanks for asking!).
Also perfect for procrastinating? Blogging. And making lists.
So here, for the first time in print EVER, are my patented calorie rules, guaranteed to make your diet 85% less effective but you 137% happier.
1. Yogurt pretzels don't count. (Yogurt is good for you & pretzels aren't bad for you, so no calories, obviously.)
2. If you share whatever you're eating/drinking with someone, they take all of the calories (this, of course, applies to them as well, so the calories disappear!)
3. Mochas never count.
4. Chocolate doesn't count on Wednesdays.
5. Anything consumed between 5 pm Friday and 3pm Sunday is calorie free.
(ETA #6! How could I forget?! Thanks to the ever diligent Court for reminding me of the most important calorie rule!)
6. Nothing has calories if eaten in pairs (I'm looking at you sour gummy worms & oreos!).
See? They're simple! I have to run to watch Christmas movies and (maybe) write papers, but I have a feeling I'll be back soon...
Thursday, December 1, 2011
Friday, July 8, 2011
In Which I Present a Bribe of Delicious Proportions
So remember when I promised to post every day? Yeah, I don't either. Anyway, since it is a glorious summer day (Friday? Check! Payday? Check! [PUN!] 75 and sunny? Check!) I thought I'd share a recipe for my favorite dessert (which I actually meant to post Memorial Day weekend, but hey...bygones!).
So here--in all of its unadulterated awesomeness--is my recipe for BANOFFEE PIE, modified from The Hungry Monk of East Sussex.
Ingredients:
Crust:
1 package of digestive biscuits
a few tablespoons of butter/margarine
Filling:
1 can (12/13 oz) condensed milk
3 or 4 bananas
Garnish/Topping:
1 pt. heavy cream
1 c sugar
Chocolate chips/shavings
Cinnamon
1. Crush digestives in any manner in which you choose. I went the old fashioned way --put them in a ziploc and pound with a frying pan. Not suggested if you like to look classy while you bake.
Before:
After:
2. Melt butter/margarine/lard and stir into crushed digestives.
3. Form crust in pie dish/tin and bake for about 10 minutes at 350 degrees.
VOILA, PIE CRUST!
Now, for the fun stuff--making the toffee. (If you end up liking the recipe, I suggest doing this section in bulk because it's really time consuming/annoying/the finished product has an ridiculously long shelf life.)
4. Remove label from can of condensed milk and put it in a pot of water. (Do not open it; it must stay sealed.)
5. Boil for about 2.5 hours. IMPORTANT: YOU MUST MAKE SURE THE WATER DOESN'T BOIL DOWN. MAKE SURE THE CAN IS FULLY SUBMERGED AT ALL TIMES. IF IT BOILS DRY, IT WILL EXPLODE.*
...riveting.
*Funny story about these cans exploding: I was making a banoffee a few weeks ago, got impatient and decided to take the cans of condensed milk off the stove after 1.5 hours. The cans I had were the easy open kind and I didn't wait for them to cool so when I opened them, piping hot toffee shot out hitting me, the kitchen ceiling, and a friend who was next to me. After an emergency phone call to an EMT friend who was wine-touring in Napa, I put a bandaid on the lovely second degree burn that had sprouted on my arm and asked a taller friend to kindly remove the dessert from the ceiling. She obliged, all was well with the world, and I had a new funny story to tell. But still, this is a cautionary tale so: BOIL THE CONDENSED MILK FOR AT LEAST TWO HOURS AND LET IT COOL BEFORE YOU OPEN IT.
6. Pour toffee (it should be a little thicker than yogurt in consistency...like Greek yogurt, actually.) into the cooled pie crust.
7. Slice bananas and put them on top of toffee (you can also put them under the toffee...or under and on top, if you really like bananas....since you asked, this is definitely what I do).
Also optional: put chocolate chips/shavings IN the pie, too!
8. Make whipped cream---cream+sugar+whisk/mixer. Really simple. Really delicious.
yum.
9. Put whipped cream on pie; garnish with chocolate chips/shavings and cinnamon and enjoy!
Random tip: If the toffee isn't quite the right consistency/it's going to be really hot out, pop the pie in the freezer for a few hours prior to serving.
So here--in all of its unadulterated awesomeness--is my recipe for BANOFFEE PIE, modified from The Hungry Monk of East Sussex.
Ingredients:
Crust:
1 package of digestive biscuits
a few tablespoons of butter/margarine
Filling:
1 can (12/13 oz) condensed milk
3 or 4 bananas
Garnish/Topping:
1 pt. heavy cream
1 c sugar
Chocolate chips/shavings
Cinnamon
1. Crush digestives in any manner in which you choose. I went the old fashioned way --put them in a ziploc and pound with a frying pan. Not suggested if you like to look classy while you bake.
Before:
After:
2. Melt butter/margarine/lard and stir into crushed digestives.
3. Form crust in pie dish/tin and bake for about 10 minutes at 350 degrees.
VOILA, PIE CRUST!
Now, for the fun stuff--making the toffee. (If you end up liking the recipe, I suggest doing this section in bulk because it's really time consuming/annoying/the finished product has an ridiculously long shelf life.)
4. Remove label from can of condensed milk and put it in a pot of water. (Do not open it; it must stay sealed.)
5. Boil for about 2.5 hours. IMPORTANT: YOU MUST MAKE SURE THE WATER DOESN'T BOIL DOWN. MAKE SURE THE CAN IS FULLY SUBMERGED AT ALL TIMES. IF IT BOILS DRY, IT WILL EXPLODE.*
...riveting.
*Funny story about these cans exploding: I was making a banoffee a few weeks ago, got impatient and decided to take the cans of condensed milk off the stove after 1.5 hours. The cans I had were the easy open kind and I didn't wait for them to cool so when I opened them, piping hot toffee shot out hitting me, the kitchen ceiling, and a friend who was next to me. After an emergency phone call to an EMT friend who was wine-touring in Napa, I put a bandaid on the lovely second degree burn that had sprouted on my arm and asked a taller friend to kindly remove the dessert from the ceiling. She obliged, all was well with the world, and I had a new funny story to tell. But still, this is a cautionary tale so: BOIL THE CONDENSED MILK FOR AT LEAST TWO HOURS AND LET IT COOL BEFORE YOU OPEN IT.
6. Pour toffee (it should be a little thicker than yogurt in consistency...like Greek yogurt, actually.) into the cooled pie crust.
7. Slice bananas and put them on top of toffee (you can also put them under the toffee...or under and on top, if you really like bananas....since you asked, this is definitely what I do).
Also optional: put chocolate chips/shavings IN the pie, too!
8. Make whipped cream---cream+sugar+whisk/mixer. Really simple. Really delicious.
yum.
9. Put whipped cream on pie; garnish with chocolate chips/shavings and cinnamon and enjoy!
Random tip: If the toffee isn't quite the right consistency/it's going to be really hot out, pop the pie in the freezer for a few hours prior to serving.
Tuesday, June 14, 2011
Kitchen Angst
Over the summer, I am living in a tiny (and by tiny I mean deceptively large) house on a gorgeous lake with 15 other people, some of whom I have known for ages and are among my closest friends. It's fantastic about 85% of the time. The other 15% encompasses time spent cooking and/or eating. You see, even though the house is gigantic, our kitchen is slightly larger than the walk-in beer refrigerator at our local supermarket. (Sorry if that isn't helpful, but I'm no good with dimensions...but if it helps, despite being in a college town, that refrigerator isn't anything to write home about.)
Part of the problem is that there a table in the middle of the kitchen. Cute? Yes. In the way? You better believe it. Only has three chairs? Damn right. (Just a side note on that--really? What sort of place has a kitchen table with only three chairs? Better yet, what kind of house that has 16 people living in it only has three chairs? So many questions!)There are two fridges, which is nice, but they are way overcrowded and one risks bodily harm every time a door is opened. This morning, I was attacked by a pound of pizza dough that has been teetering on the edge of the shelf above mine; this afternoon it was half a gallon of cranberry juice that flew from its perch on the door every time someone reached in for cold cuts.
I suppose part of the problem is crowding--the entire house is in the kitchen between 8 and 9, noon and 1, and 6 and 7, but it's also the type of people, I think. I'm developing this theory in which everyone has his or her own kitchen personality. I am what I like to call a kitchen diva--I need my space, it can't be too hot, there better be counter space, and you better not use my soy sauce. There are a few other kitchen divas in the house, but there are also those practicing for the Olympic pairs figure-cooking competition (invariably takes both parties involved to make a meal. Both must watch pots of water boil, both must be involved in the dumping of weird $2/lb meat down the sink, and both must avoid eye contact with all others in the kitchen), those who lurk (some open the oven door while you are tending to an omelette on the stove, nearly bowling you over without as much as a word; there are others who silently wash three apples, take exactly one bite out of each, before throwing them all out and making their way to the corner to watch you eat your bowl of cereal). Still, there are those who make dinnertime into a competition about wealth ("Oh these are from Chile, you see," they'll explain, accent and all. "I think they're out of season here...") and those who make it absolutely miserable by dumping half of the pasta you had sitting in a collander into the sink itself, ignorning the fact that it happened, and lying about it when asked.
I love cooking, I really do! I have a cart of cookbooks saved on Amazon, just waiting for me to make up my mind (it's tough, really. Bitchin' Kitchen or Traditional Irish Recipes? Options, options, options). And I do have quiet a formidable apron collection, all sitting in storage just waiting to be used. But all of this kitchen drama has given me "kitchen angst" (as some of my friends have named it),and a summer of eating cereal exclusively is starting to look like a pretty decent option.
Part of the problem is that there a table in the middle of the kitchen. Cute? Yes. In the way? You better believe it. Only has three chairs? Damn right. (Just a side note on that--really? What sort of place has a kitchen table with only three chairs? Better yet, what kind of house that has 16 people living in it only has three chairs? So many questions!)There are two fridges, which is nice, but they are way overcrowded and one risks bodily harm every time a door is opened. This morning, I was attacked by a pound of pizza dough that has been teetering on the edge of the shelf above mine; this afternoon it was half a gallon of cranberry juice that flew from its perch on the door every time someone reached in for cold cuts.
I suppose part of the problem is crowding--the entire house is in the kitchen between 8 and 9, noon and 1, and 6 and 7, but it's also the type of people, I think. I'm developing this theory in which everyone has his or her own kitchen personality. I am what I like to call a kitchen diva--I need my space, it can't be too hot, there better be counter space, and you better not use my soy sauce. There are a few other kitchen divas in the house, but there are also those practicing for the Olympic pairs figure-cooking competition (invariably takes both parties involved to make a meal. Both must watch pots of water boil, both must be involved in the dumping of weird $2/lb meat down the sink, and both must avoid eye contact with all others in the kitchen), those who lurk (some open the oven door while you are tending to an omelette on the stove, nearly bowling you over without as much as a word; there are others who silently wash three apples, take exactly one bite out of each, before throwing them all out and making their way to the corner to watch you eat your bowl of cereal). Still, there are those who make dinnertime into a competition about wealth ("Oh these are from Chile, you see," they'll explain, accent and all. "I think they're out of season here...") and those who make it absolutely miserable by dumping half of the pasta you had sitting in a collander into the sink itself, ignorning the fact that it happened, and lying about it when asked.
I love cooking, I really do! I have a cart of cookbooks saved on Amazon, just waiting for me to make up my mind (it's tough, really. Bitchin' Kitchen or Traditional Irish Recipes? Options, options, options). And I do have quiet a formidable apron collection, all sitting in storage just waiting to be used. But all of this kitchen drama has given me "kitchen angst" (as some of my friends have named it),and a summer of eating cereal exclusively is starting to look like a pretty decent option.
Tuesday, May 24, 2011
Yer a Wizard, Harry!
As the title of this post might imply, I am a huge Harry Potter fan. There was an exhibition of costumes and props from the movie in Times Square, so I obviously went. And it was all kinds of fantastic! They had costumes from all of the movies so far, and recreations of the sets-- the Gryffindor dorms, Hagrid's hut, etc. It was so cool to see the costumes up close--and fascinating to see how they have changed throughout the films (the Quidditch stuff has changed a ton!). They also had the life-size models for a ton of the characters/animals that are mostly CGI--including a dragon, Kreacher, Dobby, and a thestral...so cool! The props were also really awesome--most of the character's wands, textbooks, Ron's Chudley Cannons fanboy stuff, the Horcruxes (!!!), Fred and George's Skiving Snackboxes (!!!!), and the Time Turner (!!!!!!!!!!!) It's hard to pick a favorite part, but I can narrow it down to two sections--the recreation from Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban (which is definitely my favorite movie of the series) of this scene outside Hagrid's hut, complete with Harry, Ron, Hermione, and the executioner's costumes and a very large Buckbeak:
and the "Great Hall" set up for the Yule Ball. The Yule Ball costumes were fantastic (Hermione's dress? Gorgeous!), but the best part was the detail that went into some of the props that were never really even seen on camera--copies of the Daily Prophet have actual articles written, and there were really detailed Ministry of Magic reports on the "unfavorable Muggle sentiments" of some characters. Wicked cool.
On a less dorky note, I finally managed to find a pair of black, closed-toe, espadrille wedges that were not approximately 8 feet tall--after going to no less than 7 H & Ms to find them in my size (er...a size smaller than they're supposed to be. It's easier to stretch things than shrink them, right?). Less dorky sure, but still ridiculous. Oh well.
and the "Great Hall" set up for the Yule Ball. The Yule Ball costumes were fantastic (Hermione's dress? Gorgeous!), but the best part was the detail that went into some of the props that were never really even seen on camera--copies of the Daily Prophet have actual articles written, and there were really detailed Ministry of Magic reports on the "unfavorable Muggle sentiments" of some characters. Wicked cool.
On a less dorky note, I finally managed to find a pair of black, closed-toe, espadrille wedges that were not approximately 8 feet tall--after going to no less than 7 H & Ms to find them in my size (er...a size smaller than they're supposed to be. It's easier to stretch things than shrink them, right?). Less dorky sure, but still ridiculous. Oh well.
Sunday, May 22, 2011
My Running Feet Can Fly
Ugh, less than a week in and I've already broken my promise to post every day...three times? Four? Regardless, awful of me.
Lots of unpacking was done, hair was cut, frozen yogurt was eaten.
Saturday was actually quite busy. I went to a festival down by the harbor, organized by a local company called Atlantic Salt (which is misleadingly nice/fancy name because they really supply salt to be put on the roads in the winter) which was a lot of fun. I guess it was geared toward families/younger kids (the arts and crafts tipped me off for that one) but there was also a Coast Guard ship, complete with sailors to give tours. So, fun for everyone. (Not quite Fleet Week, but I'm not one to complain.) Then I had to leave to "rescue" my aunt from a bridal shower she did not want to be at, which was fun albeit a little ridiculous.
Sunday was lovely by virtue of the fact that it included a trip to Ikea. I don't think I've ever really expressed my love for Swedish homegoods adequately, but here we are: I. Love. Ikea. You know, there's that scene in (500) Days of Summer where Summer and Tom just frolick through the showroom (let's be honest, Ikea does lend itself to frolicking)? Adorable! And all of those really small flats they have set up ("275 sq feet?! Impossible! No one can live here; it simply can't be done!") are semi-miraculous and completely adorable. Plus, finally having a legitimate reason to buy plates and tablecloths and throw pillows? Wonderful.
Alright, I suppose that's about all for now. Next up: lunch with my godmother, shopping and cocktails with my tres chic cousin, and tracking down my prodigal best friend, recently returned from abroad. Should be interesting.
Just for continuity's sake, here is a song that's been on repeat lately:
Florence + the Machine-- "Between Two Lungs"
(the best comment on the video? "This makes me want to run through the forest in a floaty dress" ...I have to say, I concur.)
Lots of unpacking was done, hair was cut, frozen yogurt was eaten.
Saturday was actually quite busy. I went to a festival down by the harbor, organized by a local company called Atlantic Salt (which is misleadingly nice/fancy name because they really supply salt to be put on the roads in the winter) which was a lot of fun. I guess it was geared toward families/younger kids (the arts and crafts tipped me off for that one) but there was also a Coast Guard ship, complete with sailors to give tours. So, fun for everyone. (Not quite Fleet Week, but I'm not one to complain.) Then I had to leave to "rescue" my aunt from a bridal shower she did not want to be at, which was fun albeit a little ridiculous.
Sunday was lovely by virtue of the fact that it included a trip to Ikea. I don't think I've ever really expressed my love for Swedish homegoods adequately, but here we are: I. Love. Ikea. You know, there's that scene in (500) Days of Summer where Summer and Tom just frolick through the showroom (let's be honest, Ikea does lend itself to frolicking)? Adorable! And all of those really small flats they have set up ("275 sq feet?! Impossible! No one can live here; it simply can't be done!") are semi-miraculous and completely adorable. Plus, finally having a legitimate reason to buy plates and tablecloths and throw pillows? Wonderful.
Alright, I suppose that's about all for now. Next up: lunch with my godmother, shopping and cocktails with my tres chic cousin, and tracking down my prodigal best friend, recently returned from abroad. Should be interesting.
Just for continuity's sake, here is a song that's been on repeat lately:
Florence + the Machine-- "Between Two Lungs"
(the best comment on the video? "This makes me want to run through the forest in a floaty dress" ...I have to say, I concur.)
Thursday, May 19, 2011
Way Over Yonder In the Minor Key
Another largely ordinary day here. I finally got around to unpacking--mostly because I have to start repacking soon--and got Indian food for dinner with my family.
I also watched "Love and Other Drugs," which I thought was pretty decent in its portrayal of a young adult dealing with a progressive, degenerative disease. I guess it really kind of pinpointed a lot of concerns I have myself about being a burden and such because of medical reasons, and it was certainly more "real" than most romantic comedies I've seen. Its soundtrack was pretty phenomenal as well, and included one of my favorite songs:
Billy Bragg & Wilco- "Way Over Yonder in the Minor Key"
(This whole project is really interesting--Billy Bragg and Wilco were given lyrics written by Woodie Guthrie in the 20s and 30s and asked to put them to music and record them by Guthrie's family. Two albums (Mermaid Ave Vol. I and Vol. II) were released as a result of the collaboration.)
Here's another great song from the first album:
California Stars
I also watched "Love and Other Drugs," which I thought was pretty decent in its portrayal of a young adult dealing with a progressive, degenerative disease. I guess it really kind of pinpointed a lot of concerns I have myself about being a burden and such because of medical reasons, and it was certainly more "real" than most romantic comedies I've seen. Its soundtrack was pretty phenomenal as well, and included one of my favorite songs:
Billy Bragg & Wilco- "Way Over Yonder in the Minor Key"
(This whole project is really interesting--Billy Bragg and Wilco were given lyrics written by Woodie Guthrie in the 20s and 30s and asked to put them to music and record them by Guthrie's family. Two albums (Mermaid Ave Vol. I and Vol. II) were released as a result of the collaboration.)
Here's another great song from the first album:
California Stars
Wednesday, May 18, 2011
Mushy Peas & Tea Towels
So, I had a lovely lunch with my flatmate--there were pictures but fish and chips (or fish and mushy peas in my case) tend to look the same, so I won't bore you with that. I love the restaurant--A Salt & Battery-- for several reasons, but the main two are 1. all the people who work there are actually British and 2. their motto is "Cod save the queen." Ace, really.
We obviously went shopping after, and I got some adorable tea towels that look like bus tickets. That sounds ridiculous, but they're adorable:
Functional, cute, and British! How perfect.
I suppose I've only just recently realized that I'll be living in a house next year--which means lots and lots of kitchen goodies to buy! I was always that kid in high school who had a few aprons and several pie dishes for no reason...but now there's a lot of reason and just as much possibility. Excellent!
We obviously went shopping after, and I got some adorable tea towels that look like bus tickets. That sounds ridiculous, but they're adorable:
Functional, cute, and British! How perfect.
I suppose I've only just recently realized that I'll be living in a house next year--which means lots and lots of kitchen goodies to buy! I was always that kid in high school who had a few aprons and several pie dishes for no reason...but now there's a lot of reason and just as much possibility. Excellent!
Tuesday, May 17, 2011
Oh, we used to wait...
So, already broke that post-a-day promise. In my defense, I did absolutely nothing interesting yesterday. No, really. I'm only a little embarrassed to say that I discovered "Lifetime On Demand" and rewatched their cringe-worthy (but still somehow cute!) Royal Wedding movie (which, I'll admit, inspired fantastically ridiculous dreams in which I attended said wedding after I saw it the first time when it was broadcast).
ANYWAY, here is one of the gems off of the Arcade Fire's Subarbs which is quickly growing on me:
Fun Fact: I was at this concert! It was absolutely amazing and they managed to sell out the O2 in London (which is a HUGE arena) two nights in a row! Probably one of my favorite memories from my week of Euro-tripping.
Speaking of Eurotripping, I can promise you that tomorrow's post will be much more interesting because I'm getting lunch with my favorite flatmate from my term abroad whom I haven't seen since and it's going to be fabulous!
ANYWAY, here is one of the gems off of the Arcade Fire's Subarbs which is quickly growing on me:
Fun Fact: I was at this concert! It was absolutely amazing and they managed to sell out the O2 in London (which is a HUGE arena) two nights in a row! Probably one of my favorite memories from my week of Euro-tripping.
Speaking of Eurotripping, I can promise you that tomorrow's post will be much more interesting because I'm getting lunch with my favorite flatmate from my term abroad whom I haven't seen since and it's going to be fabulous!
Sunday, May 15, 2011
Meet Me on Mclean Tonight
Today was actually quite a busy day!
I went up to Yonkers to stock up on some Irish groceries. The area's always been very Irish, but it's only recently started having Irish stores, etc. There's an area of about two blocks that is strictly Irish butcher shops, sweet shops, and pubs. Fantastic, really. Stocked up on bangers, rashers, and puddings, and then went to a deli for Club, red lemonade (which I haven't seen since Cork!), malt vinegar, jam (made in Dublin, obviously), and maltesers.
Then I met up with some friends from school for dinner; we went to this great burger place (no, really. It's called "The Burger Joint") in midtown which is hidden behind some curtains in the lobby of a ritzy hotel. Afterwards, we went shopping and got gelato on the Lower East Side, which is probably my favorite place in the city.
Here's the gelato place--they make everything onsite, which is cool. I can vouch that the Bailey's and the pumpkin gelato are brilliant.
...and this is just a really cool motorbike we saw
And, a typical snarky city billboard: "Why would you want to leave a city that has six professional sports teams, and also the Mets?"
I went up to Yonkers to stock up on some Irish groceries. The area's always been very Irish, but it's only recently started having Irish stores, etc. There's an area of about two blocks that is strictly Irish butcher shops, sweet shops, and pubs. Fantastic, really. Stocked up on bangers, rashers, and puddings, and then went to a deli for Club, red lemonade (which I haven't seen since Cork!), malt vinegar, jam (made in Dublin, obviously), and maltesers.
Then I met up with some friends from school for dinner; we went to this great burger place (no, really. It's called "The Burger Joint") in midtown which is hidden behind some curtains in the lobby of a ritzy hotel. Afterwards, we went shopping and got gelato on the Lower East Side, which is probably my favorite place in the city.
Here's the gelato place--they make everything onsite, which is cool. I can vouch that the Bailey's and the pumpkin gelato are brilliant.
...and this is just a really cool motorbike we saw
And, a typical snarky city billboard: "Why would you want to leave a city that has six professional sports teams, and also the Mets?"
Saturday, May 14, 2011
So, it has just come to my attention that in a mere 364 days, yours truly will be a college graduate. Whoa! Crazy, yeah?
This coming year is big for many reasons, including but not limited to:
1) Starting and (hopefully) completing an honors project
2) Not living in a dorm for the first time
3) Applying to grad schools
...so, lots of stuff going on!
I just decided that I will post something--a recipe, a new band, dorky honors student research breakthroughs--every day, just because. This decision was, of course, made at the beginning of the summer when I have absolutely nothing to do but surf the internet looking at other people's cool blogs, so I can't make any promises that this plan will stick past October, but from now until (at least) then, come hell or high water, I shall post!
So, starting off:
The fantastically catchy and absurdly short "Wreckin' Bar (Ra Ra Ra)" by the Vaccines
This coming year is big for many reasons, including but not limited to:
1) Starting and (hopefully) completing an honors project
2) Not living in a dorm for the first time
3) Applying to grad schools
...so, lots of stuff going on!
I just decided that I will post something--a recipe, a new band, dorky honors student research breakthroughs--every day, just because. This decision was, of course, made at the beginning of the summer when I have absolutely nothing to do but surf the internet looking at other people's cool blogs, so I can't make any promises that this plan will stick past October, but from now until (at least) then, come hell or high water, I shall post!
So, starting off:
The fantastically catchy and absurdly short "Wreckin' Bar (Ra Ra Ra)" by the Vaccines
Wednesday, April 6, 2011
1. This is our heyday, baby
Mic Christopher & Glen Hansard--"Heyday" (Busking on Grafton St., Dublin)
So, I've been listening to this song a lot lately. It's fantastic for any of several reasons, but this line is just phenomenal:
This is our heyday, baby, and we're not not gonna be afraid to shine 'cause we can make our heyday last forever and ain't that what it's all about?
I spent a lot of time when I got back to the states (...basically until a month or so ago) talking nonstop about my time abroad like it was my crowning moment. In some ways it was, but that's so limiting. It certainly was part of my heyday, part of the "time of my life," but not the middle and certainly not the end. It was the beginning.
So, here's to less reminiscing and more living.
cheers!
S
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