Saturday, November 18, 2006

The joy of cooking


Here's a dish my roommate made tonight from one of my recipe books. I've actually made it a couple times before myself for my family using chicken thighs instead of boneless breasts. She and her boyfriend baked the chicken in a casserole dish with sauteed garlic, onion, bell pepper and white wine, then added in some green olives and heavy cream at the end and served it all over penne. I offered a bit of guidance along the way, especially with regard to the chopping and sauteeing processes. I'm so proud of them.

Last night we all watched "The DaVinci Code," which my roommate had bought at Target. By the time it was over, it was around 1 a.m., so I went to bed without going out, but that was OK. It was nice spending a night in with her and her boyfriend, who is also a good friend of mine. Tonight we're watching Rutgers on TV, and hopefully a friend of mine across the street will be done with his homework by the time the game's over so we can hang out for a few hours. I just got word that he and another friend of mine are going to London next semester, so I'm kind of sad that I won't get to spend time with them in spring. Things were going so well, too.

My magazine class project is almost finished! Just a few loose ends, and then it should be done. I plan on spending Sunday tying up those ends, and Monday at work will be devoted to proofreading and editing it down for clarity and to stay to-the-point. I'm so relieved it's almost over.

Scott's coming on Sunday. It'll be nice to have him around. I just hope I have enough to feed him; I'm purposefully letting my food supply run down because I'll be gone from next Tuesday to Sunday, so there's no sense in going out and buying a bunch of stuff that will probably spoil by the time I get back. Nevertheless, there will be a lot to bring home, too. There always is.

Monday, November 13, 2006

The time has come, the walrus said

Today's the day to enroll in classes for spring semester. I've been regularly checking the Web site to make sure the classes I want are still there. Luckily, all of them are. Come 1:15 p.m., we'll see for sure if I get them or not. Luckily, I'm at work, so I have easy access to a computer.

After my shift ends at 2:30, I'm going to the post office in Marshall Square Mall to mail out six internship applications, then I'll head home and start thinking about dinner. I'm planning on farfalle with peas, yellow bell pepper, spinach and tomato cooked in some of the vegetable stock I made over the weekend. Then, I hope to stop procrastinating long enough to write another 700 words or so of my magazine profile. I got through about 750 last night, and I figure if I can do about 700 words a day, I'll be more than set for the due date. I was surprised at how long it took me to come up with those first 750 words last night, though. It took about an hour and a half or so. Maybe that's why I try to put it off as long as possible. Oh well -- if I keep nagging myself about it every day, those 700 words a night will get done. Besides, having time in the evening really helps.

Today's a gym day. No skirting it. Hard days are normally Monday and Fridays, and I give myself a break on Wednesday, going for only 18 minutes on the EFX instead of the usual 25.

Worried about Dow Jones ...

Friday, November 10, 2006

If only summer rain would fall on the houses and the boulevard

Yum. Apple pie. And I made a healthier version of it ... or at least that's what I let myself think. By my calculations, each piece contains only about 250 calories (assuming the pie has eight slices). I didn't even dare start calculating fat content or any of that. What do you think I am, a math whiz?

Interviews and outlines have been written and critiqued, and now it's time to begin writing the real thing: the Food & Wine profile, which is due Nov. 21. Sure, there's time, but I'd like to get started early so I'm not dumped with bunches of pages to write before deadline. Who knows what could arise in the coming weeks that would hinder me from getting my work done? As it is, Scott's visiting a couple days before break on his way home from Boston. Doubtless there'll be other menial tasks to complete for my other classes during the week. At least I got that Nutrition exam out of the way yesterday. Another 75? 65? I'm hoping for more this time.

Sound the gongs: I'm officially an English and textual studies minor. I'm going to wait until after the rush and bustle that comes with spring 2007 enrollment (my date is Nov. 13 at 1:15 p.m. -- I can enroll while at work) to begin the long and tedious process that is declaring my German major. Apparently I'll have to make The College of Arts and Sciences my home college, and that involves obtaining the necessary signatures to transfer all my credits and make it official. Luckily I don't have to fulfill the Arts and Sciences' core requirements, because I get grandfathered in from the Newhouse requirements. Well, I think it'll all be worth it to have "German language, literature and culture" appear above "magazine journalism" on my diploma. Hell, I can do anything with a German major ...

Friday, November 03, 2006

Riddle me this

Doomsday has come and gone at last, and no longer do I have to worry about interviews and transcripts and recordings! Now comes the time for outline-writing, which I probably won't start until Monday at work. That's really the only time I get work done. Today is a day of rest, and tomorrow around 10 a.m. I'm going home until Sunday evening. I'll probably regret saving my workload until Monday, but hey, this is what the weekend is really for, right? Besides, family first.

I'm going to the gym earlier than usual today to EFX off some of the snacks I scarfed down last night, for reasons I will not choose to disclose. I swear, I'm cutting myself off.

I'm thinking of getting a haircut, and by haircut, I mean hardcore: not too short, but not as long as it is now, either. I printed out some pictures of the look I'm aiming for. I'm not sure if it would look any good, but I guess it'll grow back anyway, so why not experiment? I'm still a little wary about it, so we'll see. At any rate, my hair needs a major trim.

"House" is finally back on FOX Tuesday nights! Thank God ... it was getting to a point I didn't know what to do with myself, and downloaded episodes of Monday night's "Weeds" just weren't cutting it anymore. There was a song on this week's episode (of "House") that really impressed me: "Walter Reed" by a guy named Michael Penn. No, he's no relation to Sean, sadly, and apparently his career goes back to the '80s, which surprised me, because his style these days is anything but like that of 20 years ago, which I liked. I wanted to download the album the song's on, but unfortunately couldn't find it anywhere.

I may have finally found an inspiration for a novel. In my poetry class, I've been writing a lot of family memory-inspired freeform poems that have kind of come out a lot more prosy, like a story. Nevertheless, the class has liked them: the detail, the nostalgia. I think they would work better as stories, a bunch of images from my past put together in a detail-rich sketch of nostalgia. It's strange -- I thought by leaving and experiencing things on my own, I could find inspiration for a book, but it was really at home all along, with the interesting, small-town folk that I've become endeared to over the years. Small-town life kind of appeals to me, not necessarily as somewhere that I'd like to live, rather the people who live there. They're much more real, more interesting than people who live among denser populations. Hell, even Syracuseans are interesting people for the most part. Maybe it's just Central New York that gets me. I have been living here a combined 20 years, not counting the year I lived in Germany. Yes, I think it would all make for a very interesting story. You don't normally read books about small-town life in Upstate New York anymore, do you?