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| Tuesday, November 24th, 2009 | | 7:37 pm |
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truth in advertising
*** CHILTEPIN UPDATE ***  That's over 700 of them with another 50-100 still on the plant. After having shared (more like "administered") these to several (now former :-P) friends, I can seriously say that the best word for these are "incapacitating". Chew up one, swish it around... and for the next five to ten minutes, you are doing nothing more than dealing with the pepper. Whether you're doing a little dance, or cussing, or spitting, or eating sour cream - that is all you are doing. It's pretty incredible. | | Monday, November 23rd, 2009 | | 2:32 pm |
| | Monday, November 2nd, 2009 | | 2:52 am |
finally
 Larva metamorphosizing into adult ladybug. Pardon the bad picture. | | 2:50 am |
also
 Taken in the backyard. That bee is about a centimeter long. | | 2:31 am |
HOT HOT PEPPER ON TRAY ACTION
 That's about 250 chiltepins, or about 1.25 million Scoville units (3000+ jalapenos). It's about half my "crop" by number and about one-third by mass. :-) I made the tray from a scrap strip of MDF, a little screen, and a lot of wood glue. I didn't plan on painting it, but the night I did most of the cutting, I got a headache so severe I had to yack twice. Turns out MDF is bound with formaldehyde resin and releases lots of dust when cut. The first symptom of a formaldehyde reaction? Headaches. So anyway, it continues (slowly) leaking formaldehyde from all surfaces, and I didn't want to pick a peck of poisoned peppers. Building it for the (gas) stove top was to take advantage of the residual heat from the pilot light, of course. :-D | | Monday, October 5th, 2009 | | 4:43 pm |
awwwwww yeah
In decreasing order of hotness: 1. naga jolokia 2. Red Savina habanero 3. habanero 4. Thai pepper, what I have about 300 of maturing in my yard... ... ... X. jalapeno ... ... ... XX. bell pepper They're so tiny and so damn hot. The practical-joke possibilities are endless. Also discovered in yard: pineapple guava (feijoa)! I only see five growing, and the biggest is about as big as a golf ball, but it's still exciting! | | Wednesday, September 2nd, 2009 | | 5:42 pm |
Oh yeah, the Pristiq was a disaster, by the way. | | 5:37 pm |
What do you do when you conclude that you are special enough to live a reasonably easy life, but not special enough to do something really big with it? Do you choose to be happy, and settle down to a life of contented tedium, finding/cultivating bits of beauty and uniqueness where you can? Or do you choose to pretend that you *can* do something big, and go down hard in a glorious failure? Or do you choose a mix of both, and spin down slowly in a haze of alcohol and drugs? Or do you have kids, and devote your life to them? I'm dealing with these issues now, hard: * if I were going to do something big, I'd probably be at least started by now. Being independently wealthy (not having to work) at a young age would have helped. * a glorious failure would probably leave me either dead or broken beyond repair, and I'm not ready for that. * alcohol and drugs would probably lead to the above, but in a less-satisfying way. * kids would be a very bad idea. So now it's a question of what I can grow in my garden, and who I can share the fruits with. I'm not exactly bored, and not exactly tired, though a little of both. I'm feeling more like a horse with mental blinders on. Ahead are things I need to do and people I'd like to please. To the sides are psychic self-absorption, including some interesting things I wouldn't mind being absorbed by (projects and so forth) - a bit of the baby with the bathwater here. Some of this is the Zoloft starting to talk. It's not the best place, but it's better than where I was two weeks ago, by a long shot. I don't know where my head will be when I get back to Austin and a wider sphere of responsibility. I'll try to keep my mood up. | | Monday, August 31st, 2009 | | 7:10 pm |
| | Tuesday, August 11th, 2009 | | 11:53 pm |
I think I've passed well beyond buyer's remorse and into full-blown buyer's soul-crushing depression. Well, this too will pass. In the meantime, I'd be well-advised to enjoy the perks as much as possible. That's the only way to win. Current Mood:  drained | | Sunday, August 9th, 2009 | | 1:47 am |
| | Wednesday, August 5th, 2009 | | 1:36 pm |
| | Monday, August 3rd, 2009 | | 2:14 pm |
One thing I predicted - and that other homeowners confirmed - is that this experience would make me less of a perfectionist, and I see it happening already. The "clean blue workshop" of my visions has sprung cracks in the drywall, and the cabinets have gone crooked. There are no real bastions of perfection outside of, say, math, and collectionism. In reality, you simply do what you can, and then you die. To tip the hat to Einstein, insofar as you have achieved perfection in your life, you are not experiencing it, and insofar as you are experiencing life, it is imperfect. (Redefinitions of "perfection" as "perfect moderation" cheerfully directed to trash for purposes of this post.) I'm too out of it to give this justice Case in point - having a house ~= experiencing life, writing a quality post ~= achieving perfection. Current Mood: at epoch, avoiding | | Sunday, July 26th, 2009 | | 12:45 am |
first night in the new place!
It's such a different feeling than being in a rental. On one hand, I know that if something needs to be done, no one else will do it for me (for free); on the other, I know that anything I do will be rewarded in the future. (Maybe not in a 100% cash sense, but definitely adding together cash return + gained knowledge + gained satisfaction + ...?) Also - I feel like I'm a lot better with coordinating and being responsible for work results myself than I am with being satisfied with the responsibility and communication skills of your average landlord/rental company. So from that standpoint, things are good, too. | | Friday, July 24th, 2009 | | 3:10 am |
reasons to learn to become lucid at will
* return to the endless orange ocean - and the wooden ship sailing upon it. Give Alisha a hug and ask my Imp a few questions. * return to the labyrinthine building - any instance will do. Find the heart and try to absorb it. * return to the arena - I was specifically told not to come back until I could stay lucid. Find out what's behind that fifty-foot tall door, and probably fight it. To the extent that I believe in such mysticality, I feel I should probably (or even was *meant* to) do these things at some point in my life. In fact, if I believed in an afterlife, I might even say it was good preparation for it. Current Mood: odd | | Wednesday, July 22nd, 2009 | | 3:15 pm |
Okay, I need to write this in chunks or else I'll never write it. Not for public consumption, per se, but I'll remember from it later. ( 20090716 THU ) | | Sunday, July 19th, 2009 | | 5:43 pm |
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| | Wednesday, July 15th, 2009 | | 6:08 pm |
here's how to make the glass half full
So, the new place has a walkway that had macerated granite poured on it at one point, but now it's been worn down a bit and there are quite a few weeds growing in it. I've been pulling them and throwing them in the new compost pile. Check this out: 1. by having weeds growing where we don't want them, they are sapping nutrients from the soil, thus making it more difficult to new generations of weeds to grow there; 2. by composting them (along with the dead-and-dried stuff) and spreading them where I *do* want them later, they're functioning as a channel to redistribute (like Obama lol) nutrients as I see fit. Hooray for weeds!!! |
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