27 February 2009
22 February 2009
20 February 2009
18 February 2009
*Honey Glazed Chicken Thighs
*Garlic Roasted Carrots
*Purple Waldorf Slaw
*Yogurt/Ementhaler Scratch Mac n' Cheese
*Garlic Seared Green Beans
*Molten Chocolate Cake (For Valentine's, from Bittman)
*Ham n' Swiss Omlettes
*Buttered Whole Grain Toast
*Sour Cream/Parmesan Mashed Potatoes
*Green Salad w/Garlic Vinaigrette
What did you eat for V-day? Whatcha eatin' this week?
but two things before I tell you all that I have nothing to say:
a. If anyone has advice for me (me being a social and academic failure), please consider it solicited, and
b. I'm sorry about the wole "desicion" thing-- it's kind of anticlimactic compared to Eva's guess, but I decided that I like Mozart more than Beethoven-- but I wanted to wait until I had been to Bonn AND Vienna to make that choice, so I could really feel like it was an educated one.
I love you. All.
Oh, and a big huge cyber-five to my wonderful mother and the amazing Valentine package she sent me. I loves you!!!
ps eva: I really missed making Valentimes with you and secretly delivering them to our boys and staying up late with rhymes and construction paper and glitter glue. More than I can even say. Email me.
16 February 2009
Also, I have a gallon of honey that Grandma Beth gave me for Christmas from Uncle Stan's bees. It is delicious and the kids beg me to give them spoonfuls of it all day long. I also have a cookbook written by Grandma Beth's sister called BEE Prepared: Cooking with Honey. I'm working on it, trying to be more like the industrious Andersen's (Grandma Beth's family) who always seem to be so organized and prepared and healthy with their herbs and whole grains and desserts made with honey. Not to mention their admirably thrifty ways. Where did my thrifty gene go?
One more thing: I'm reading Nourishing Traditions for book club and getting all excited about lacto-fermentation, un-pasturized dairy, cultured dairy and bee pollen. I'm not feeling excited about cow brains. Am feeling excited about bone stock. I'm also reading What to Eat by Marion Nestle, In Defense of Food by Michael Pollan and Food Matters by Mark Bittman. Simultaneously. It's like a fun house of food revolution imagery. But I love it.
15 February 2009
I have some theory students who are a bit faith-challenged. They ocd-ly ask questions over and over again that mostly have to do with any possible challenge they might encounter on a test. There is a bit of a disconnect with the concept of critical thinking. It reminds me of this bit they used to do on Letterman a year or two ago with one of the actors that pops up here and there. He would ask Dave endless questions that were tedious and difficult to answer, but not interesting. These theory students can be really fun and smart too, though. My favorite technique with dumb questions is to over answer, i.e. to link up to tangents that involve wider historical, philosophical, spiritual, aesthetic themes. It's amusing to me and the smarty-pants students, and for those who are interested in only knowing what will be on the test, it kind of puts them on notice.
I'm teaching a class on the first principles and ordinances at the Forensics Unit today. There's a whole different kind of teaching. Probably the most diverse group of 20 or so people you could ever get together. One of my avenues of inquiry is that there is no difference between generic faith and the faith in the Lord Jesus Christ mentioned in the Articles of Faith as being the first principle. Joseph Smith said that faith is the principle of action in all intelligent beings. Moroni (7:12-22) says that all good things come from God, and further that existence is about "laying hold on every good thing" by means of faith. D&C 88:6-13 says that, as the light of the world, Christ is in the Sun, moon, stars, etc. and that He is the power by which they were created, etc. His light is also said to bring life to all things. All this points to the idea that faith in anything that is good or true is, in essence, faith in Christ.
10 February 2009
*Enchiladas Verdes with queso fresca and crema
*Green Corn Tamales
*Bam's Cake and Ice Cream
*Spinach and Egg Fried Rice
*Carrot Tomato Bisque
*Bacon, Lettuce and Tomato Sandwiches on Whole Grain Bread
*Broccoli w/ Daddy's Dipping Sauce
08 February 2009
Six years ago Lula was four and we moved in next to Lola, also four. Lula and Lola are blond balls of energy, and when they get together, watch out! On Friday night, they babysat for us between the hours of 5.30 and 7.00, and here's what they accomplished during that time:
*Made vegetable noodle soup from scratch for the babies
*Set out two bowls and one pan of red jello in the snow to cool (we now have what looks like big bright drops of blood on the snow outside our front door.)
*Built a fort in Momo's room out of a mattress ( the roof) and three large rubbermaid bins, blankets, the humidifier, and every container in the region that could be emptied
*Planned a Valentine's party for Friday night called "The Heart Ball"
*Made hand-made invites for "The Heart Ball"
*Planned the menu for "The Heart Ball" (cookies, soda, pasta bar, soup bar, donuts--perfect!)
*Drew a blue print of our house with each room designated "game room", "dance palace", "movie room", "hang out corner", etc. Apparently we have to move out during the party.
Other favorite activities include brewing every kind of concoction imaginable from the kitchen: lotions, facial masks, perfumes, teas, hot chocolates, soups--if it's wet and messy and they can stow it under the bed or in a shrub where I'll find it a year later, it has their stamp on it. They also like to make cookies and art and sell door to door, sell lemonade, have parties at the Kozy Shack in Lola's grandma's back yard, make "Box Town," a movable city made of boxes on a longboard and a wagon, or anything that involves all of the towels and bedding in our house.
Wherever these girls go, they leave a trail of fun and chaos. It's frightening to think of what the next five years will bring.
07 February 2009
05 February 2009
Very fitting, oder? In any case they were at a thrift store just down the road from the Hundertwasserhaus. I can't even begin to describe this wonderful building, but I will say that everyone has "Fensterrecht", with I can't explain without the risk of saying something wrong due to mistranslation... utilize your googles, people. It is eco-friendly, though, and the architect is anti-straight line, which might give you an idea of what it looks like. I hope. And one lucky winner is getting a postcard with a picture of the place.
Okay, did I already talk about the Magic Flute? I saw it. It was great, as every production of the Magic Flute is destined to be. The Papageni are the cutest couple ever. I might even venture to say the cutest couple evar, which is a misspelling I save for special occasions. I love the "Pa pa pa pa" dialogue-- you know the one? I might run the risk of ruining any shred of dignity I might still have by singing it, but I'm writing.
But I made the big decision. The Big Decision.
Can anyone guess which one it is? I just decided that I want to keep the four of you who read this in suspense, keep you guessing until a later date.
Also, I bought a record from the Streeeeets!! I am so happy. I found an amazing record store that sold Black Flag tshirts, which freut mich, and of course records from the Streets. Unfortunately, the HostFam doesn't have any facilities to play vinyl, so I guess I'll have to wait. But it has "You're Fit But You Know It" AND "Get Out of My House", as well as others. Woah! I can't wait.
So, Charly/Karl and Anna have this niece called Mira, and she's around my age and we spent yesterday together. She's really cool. Her boyfriend used to be in the Vienna Boy's Choir (speaking of which, the three little guardian boys in the Magic Flute-- you know the ones?-- they were from the VBC. They were divine) She and I walked around and bought a present for Moses (a Spiderman comic auf Deutsch) and climbed the whole entire Stephensplatz spire, which I think should have a fireman pole at the top for easyslidingdownishness. Which is probably a word in German. And I saw sea urchins! In an aquarium. Cute.
Oh my, did I forget about the most wonderful greenhouse in the whole world? It was huge and the house itself was beautiful, and then it was just like stepping into a jungle-- steamy and fragrant (like soil and plants-- how I want to smell) and warm. It was lovely to walk on ground that wasn't frozen, amazing to be with someone (Anna, perhaps the nicest person on Earth) who loved it as much as I did. When I grow up I'm going to teach a yoga class there.
02 February 2009
Okay, now I am going to be a bad blogger and copy paste the message that I sent my mother about my first full day in Vienna:
Oh my gosh. I don't even know where to start, but I LOVE Vienna-- something about the air or the atmosphere is just wonderful and soothing but at the same time stimulating. And the Austrians are as great about public transportation as the Germans. Today me, Anna, and Leila went to the Belvedere together and looked at some famous Austrian artists, like Gustav Klimt (I saw The Kiss in the flesh! It's sooo pretty!) They went home fairly early and I stayed around a little longer and looked at some more paintings. There was this great one of three nude girls prancing around in the meadow in the springtime, and I said to myself, "that is what I want my life to be like". I think I'm probably going to join a nudist colony at some point, because I love being liberated from clothing! I was thinking about that lots today because all of the unclad people in the paintings looked so happy and free and I was wearing seven shirts and two coats and a scarf, with a sundress buried somewhere to remind me of the summer. But worst of all I was wearing pants AND socks-- mismatched socks, to be sure, but socks all the same.
But I really want to live here. Settle down here someday, I mean. It's going right next to Seattle on my "potential cities to settle down in" list. That way I could be a street performer like I've always dreamed of, and go to the opera all of the time (the standing tickets cost like half as much as entrance into Velour! But Anna was coming with so we got 6 euro sitting tickets) and spend my life in museums OR in the woods that are just 30 minutes away from the city. What a wonderful place. And Karl and Anna are so nice, and Leila is so cute! She was playing with Chester today, and putting diapers on him and making him noodles in her little kitchen. What a cutie. I miss babies.
Also, I don't think I have said anything on the matter of Cologne. It was killer. I swam in the Rhine (right in front of a couple of half-submerged trees in case the current was bad, but it wasn't) while Robin kept watch, and I climbed the Dom in high heels-- tiring but worth it. ALSO, there was a dead body found on the tracks of the first train that was going to Cologne, which meant that I had to find a new train to my first stop and new ones all the way down the line, and then find my way from the Cologne Hauptbahnof (aka huge) to the Jungendgaesthaus (youth hostel) all alone in the dark raininess. I was wearing my angel wings, though, and operating on the theory that strangers are more willing to help an angel because either she is a poor crazy little thing of else she is a real live angel and will smite whoever doesn't offer competent directions. It worked pretty well, and I was only mostly traumatized when I finally got there, and got lots of hugs from other affection-starved CBYX kids who thought I had died.
And there was this flea market. I bought a sterling silver dinosaur ring, bartered down to three euros from a man with an eye patch.
Actually, it's probably not actually sterling silver, but he said it was, which is why I couldn't get it for 1.50
You know what is 1.50? Standing tickets for the Magic Flute in Vienna. Woah!
OH, and Beethoven's house. Was awesome. I bought a ton of postcards, anyone who wants one just give me your address.
01 February 2009
Sister Lois (95, give or take): I recommend that you all get a quad cane so you don't have to bend down to pick up your cane.
Sister Mary (on making mistakes): Take the good from your mistake and throw away the bad. (I love that one!)
Sister Jan: You can do anything you want if you're willing to work for it. (That's an old school one--my Dad always said that to us when we were kids. I used to think, really? I could make it to the NBA if I work hard enough? It kept me up nights)
Sister Ruth (98?): There ain't no happiness in this world; you just have to be happy without it!
I love the sisters! They totally rock. And I love aphorisms. I should have been an Alcott.
What are your favs?