Joy, my love, joy in all things,
in what falls and what flourishes.
Joy in today and yesterday,
the day before and tomorrow.
Joy in bread and stone,
joy in fire and rain.
In what changes, is born, grows,
consumes itself, and becomes a kiss again
Saturday, June 23, 2007
Tuesday, June 19, 2007
A nice poem
Mid pleasures and palaces though we may roam,
Be it ever so humble, there's no place like home;
A charm from the sky seems to hallow us there,
Which, seek through the world, is ne'er met with elsewhere.
Home, home, sweet, sweet home!
There's no place like home, oh, there's no place like home!
Be it ever so humble, there's no place like home;
A charm from the sky seems to hallow us there,
Which, seek through the world, is ne'er met with elsewhere.
Home, home, sweet, sweet home!
There's no place like home, oh, there's no place like home!
Monday, June 4, 2007
What if its not completely red ?
A new weekend, and back again to the Pacific Ocean. I have alwayed wondered this. Why is it that the Pacific Ocean is roiling, frothing, shouting, and thundering whereas the Arabian sea is benign ? I love running alongside both, but its as if the Ocean is letting me know, "Watch Out, you are in the presence of greatness". I love the Arabian Sea, for that was my first view of a large water mass, and Pacific Ocean fascinates and sometimes scares me.
Went to a grilling demonstration at one of the phoo-phoo-shi-shi stores in Southern CA. G, M and I rushed after our morning chores to watch a lady rub pre made marinade available in a jar, using cutlery available on sale at the store, and generally making average tasting food that a bunch of mostly 50somethings were oohing and aahing over. Forget the taste, that's subjective but chicken is supposed to be juicy and moist, which it was not. I think G was inspired to dust his grill and get going, for he makes one of the best Tandoor chicken, this side of the date line. While the chicken was being cooked, I walked around and practiced my French (the language) with a Moroccan woman, who was ambling in the mall.
When I went back to the grilling class, the lady was talking about how marinades and seasonings that are red should be stored in the fridge, for they will lose their potency otherwise. As she was saying this, one guy piped up his serious question "What if its not completely red?". Dude, really ? Do us a favor, would you? Ponder a bit before contributing to the gene pool. Seriously.
Now G, M and I have a *new* mantra when the conversation goes beyond stupid.
Went to a grilling demonstration at one of the phoo-phoo-shi-shi stores in Southern CA. G, M and I rushed after our morning chores to watch a lady rub pre made marinade available in a jar, using cutlery available on sale at the store, and generally making average tasting food that a bunch of mostly 50somethings were oohing and aahing over. Forget the taste, that's subjective but chicken is supposed to be juicy and moist, which it was not. I think G was inspired to dust his grill and get going, for he makes one of the best Tandoor chicken, this side of the date line. While the chicken was being cooked, I walked around and practiced my French (the language) with a Moroccan woman, who was ambling in the mall.
When I went back to the grilling class, the lady was talking about how marinades and seasonings that are red should be stored in the fridge, for they will lose their potency otherwise. As she was saying this, one guy piped up his serious question "What if its not completely red?". Dude, really ? Do us a favor, would you? Ponder a bit before contributing to the gene pool. Seriously.
Now G, M and I have a *new* mantra when the conversation goes beyond stupid.
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