I found these this weekend - I must have written them down at some point! Some are serious, most are funny; some are from people you don't know, most are from people you do. All of them make me smile in some way :)
"George W. Bush is a Muggle" - bumper sticker
"I rather feel like expressing myself now...and I could certainly use the release!" - Audrey Hepburn, Funny Face
"I've had people tell me I'm too emotional, and I'm like, thanks, I'm going to go cry now..."
"And just as I was about to kill him in the name of God, Brother Woody said, 'let's pray'" - Dr. Watterson
"Where's my Bible? I think every preacher oughta have a Bible" - Dr. Watterson
“Honest engagement with difficult texts validates the questions of sincere disciples” – Dock, Proper 15 homily
"I don’t know if I really see you two together" - Pam
"Really? Well, maybe you should look in the smart part of your brain" - Andy
"She’s very religious" - Pam
"Ok, well, I come from a line of WASPs so long it leads back to Moses" - Andy
"She takes her convictions really seriously – she can be kind of severe" -Pam
"Yea, and I punched a hole in a wall" - Andy
"That’s right, you did" - Pam
"Enjoy when you can; endure when you must."- Johann Wolfgang
"I have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night." - Galileo Galilei
Sunday, July 18, 2010
Monday, June 28, 2010
Poulet Yassa
Ceebu jen (Wolof, pronounced chebodjin; ceeb means rice and jen means fish) is really good, but poulet yassa is my favorite! I've been a vegetarian for about 3 years, but I ate anything NDeye served. Even if you could avoid being flicked some meat - which is impossible - everything is cooked together at some point, so there's no being a strict anything there. And it's just so darn good!
Carrots, onions, yiambe (I have no idea how to spell that - it's some sort of root vegetable of potato-like consistency), cabbage, chicken, rice (malo in Serer), peppers...NDeye definitely has a gift for cooking, part of her gift of hospitality.
This poulet yassa doesn't look as good as NDeye's, but the comment section say it tastes like the real thing. I can't wait to try it out!! And whoever eats it will eat it African style - off a large platter, sharing spoons and cups, and standing around the table :)
Carrots, onions, yiambe (I have no idea how to spell that - it's some sort of root vegetable of potato-like consistency), cabbage, chicken, rice (malo in Serer), peppers...NDeye definitely has a gift for cooking, part of her gift of hospitality.
This poulet yassa doesn't look as good as NDeye's, but the comment section say it tastes like the real thing. I can't wait to try it out!! And whoever eats it will eat it African style - off a large platter, sharing spoons and cups, and standing around the table :)
Saturday, June 26, 2010
y mas
sitting in the sand by the Mediterranean 
looking back out over part of Roquetas
John and Fatou
NDeye making poulet yassa- my favorite!
NDeye and me a few days before I left
Wednesday, June 23, 2010
Thursday, May 6, 2010
My Angry Semester
Ok, I don't really mean angry, but it's a short word and more provocative than "The Semester Where I Was Upset, Defensive, Sad, and (In General) Crazy for No Particular Reason."
I blame it on the winter. It was COLD. For a long time. The sun didn't shine, the birds didn't chirp, and I couldn't go outside without bundling up and running from heated building to heated building. I was MISERABLE. Usually when I'm miserable, I cry about it and hug it out. And go outside where the hot and shining sun warms and hugs my soul. This winter, though, created a monstrous beast inside me! I was angry at the cold weather! Pissed off for being cold ALL the time! And, as there was no one with whom to snuggle it out, my only resort was punching it out. But there was nothing with which to punch it out, either, so I just sat (inside) and stewed. I would dream of the warm beach and curse the cold weather. Impulse control was the only thing that stopped me from shoving my fists through the tiles in the shower as, morning after morning, I was literally shaking from being so cold - even though the water was on full hot.
Now it's warm. It's sunny. My soul rejoices!! And yet...sometimes I still want to wield a baseball bat and smash tiny delicate glass objects. Instead, I skipped class this morning.
Now I know why Northerners have such a reputation for rudeness. Poor folks are just cold.
I blame it on the winter. It was COLD. For a long time. The sun didn't shine, the birds didn't chirp, and I couldn't go outside without bundling up and running from heated building to heated building. I was MISERABLE. Usually when I'm miserable, I cry about it and hug it out. And go outside where the hot and shining sun warms and hugs my soul. This winter, though, created a monstrous beast inside me! I was angry at the cold weather! Pissed off for being cold ALL the time! And, as there was no one with whom to snuggle it out, my only resort was punching it out. But there was nothing with which to punch it out, either, so I just sat (inside) and stewed. I would dream of the warm beach and curse the cold weather. Impulse control was the only thing that stopped me from shoving my fists through the tiles in the shower as, morning after morning, I was literally shaking from being so cold - even though the water was on full hot.
Now it's warm. It's sunny. My soul rejoices!! And yet...sometimes I still want to wield a baseball bat and smash tiny delicate glass objects. Instead, I skipped class this morning.
Now I know why Northerners have such a reputation for rudeness. Poor folks are just cold.
Thursday, April 1, 2010
Giddy :)
Say say oh playmate won't you play with me and bring your dollies three into my cellar door and we'll be friends forever more. one two three four.
(fake trumpet solo)
:D
(fake trumpet solo)
:D
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