Today my mother and grandmother made tamales and atole. MMMMMM! The two accompany one another really well. Dinner was spectacular!
Being Mexican means Kiffy and I get free tamales! A whole bag fullovem! Come over and maybe we'll eat 'em up together.
Monday, March 30, 2009
tamales for me
Today my mother and grandmother made tamales and atole. MMMMMM! The two accompany one another really well. Dinner was spectacular!
Being Mexican means Kiffy and I get free tamales! A whole bag fullovem! Come over and maybe we'll eat 'em up together.
Thursday, March 26, 2009
SPRING BREAK 2009!!
HOLLA. Right now, I feel the way these silly sunburned college kids from (perhaps) the Midwest do. I'm not in Cancun checking out scantily clad bodies or sipping beach-themed cocktails. But, it's spring break. Time to have time to do things I love. We're headed to Joshua Tree for some camping fun. We'll commune with nature and regroup amongst the jumbo rocks and pretty flowers. Ahhh, I'm so happy. I feel the stress melting away already. Kiffy, I'm sure, feels the same way.
Monday, March 23, 2009
word of advice
To those who own a camera, NEVER EVER attempt to clean dust off your sensor/focusing screen/mirror on your own. Let someone who knows what they're doing take care of it. You just might break something, as did I, and want to kick yourself in the neck, as did I. Learn this lesson the easy way and take my advice.
Thursday, February 26, 2009
King Cake!
I had my first taste of King Cake today in honor of Mardi Gras.
Yup, interesting day.
I never knew there was such a thing.
It's a pastry-like cake filled with cream cheese and apple goodness and decorated in green, gold and purple sprinkles, the official colors of Mardi Gras. New Orleanians, or those who participate in the OG Mardi Gras festivities, (it hasn't always been about winning beads in very bad, dirty, dirty ways) hold this very special treat near and dear to their hearts.
There's even a little baby baked into the cake. Not a human baby, (that would be disgusting, of course) but a miniature, plastic, human baby. The lucky person who finds the baby in his slice is made king or queen for the day and is also responsible for providing the next King Cake.
Yup, interesting day.
I never knew there was such a thing.
It's a pastry-like cake filled with cream cheese and apple goodness and decorated in green, gold and purple sprinkles, the official colors of Mardi Gras. New Orleanians, or those who participate in the OG Mardi Gras festivities, (it hasn't always been about winning beads in very bad, dirty, dirty ways) hold this very special treat near and dear to their hearts.
There's even a little baby baked into the cake. Not a human baby, (that would be disgusting, of course) but a miniature, plastic, human baby. The lucky person who finds the baby in his slice is made king or queen for the day and is also responsible for providing the next King Cake.
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
my inner nerd
An abstract for a paper I wrote for my comics class (yes, I'm taking a class in grad school on comics) on Watchmen was accepted to an academic conference--The Living Text 2009--at CSUF. I've got mixed feelings about it all.
On the one hand, I'm very excited to know that my hard work is taking me places and I'll have the chance to have my work heard. I mean, this is what grad students are supposed to do. I sort of feel official now. On the other, I'm frightened of speaking for 20 minutes in front of a large group of really smart strangers, turning beet red, looking like I can't breathe, sounding like I have a Birmingham accent because It's impossible for me to breathe, etc.
These are all valid fears because they've happened to me before. I'm hoping that one day all of these things that happen to me when I get really nervous will never happen again because I'll somehow get over my fear of speaking in public to my peers or superiors.
Strange, but this never happened to me when I taught ESL. I think it was because I spoke English and my students, well, didn't.
On the one hand, I'm very excited to know that my hard work is taking me places and I'll have the chance to have my work heard. I mean, this is what grad students are supposed to do. I sort of feel official now. On the other, I'm frightened of speaking for 20 minutes in front of a large group of really smart strangers, turning beet red, looking like I can't breathe, sounding like I have a Birmingham accent because It's impossible for me to breathe, etc.
These are all valid fears because they've happened to me before. I'm hoping that one day all of these things that happen to me when I get really nervous will never happen again because I'll somehow get over my fear of speaking in public to my peers or superiors.
Strange, but this never happened to me when I taught ESL. I think it was because I spoke English and my students, well, didn't.