September 9th, 2008

animation wallace cheese

we got a goon squad and we're coming to town

Although I feel guilty about taking the car downtown rather than walking the two miles each way, that guilt is assuaged by the fact that by the time I parked and put a quarter in the meter (In my dialect, that's a kwatuh in th' metuh, and all my friends from away are laughing at me now--I know people who will go oot of their way to make me say "quarter" or "water") the skies opened up, and I was quite frankly dripping wet by the time I had run across the street to the post office.

Woman in post office line two behind me, also drenched: "Man, these raindrops are extra wet. They must be double filled."

Amen, sister.

Having procured three quarts of peaches from the very hot dykey blond at the Farmer's Market (she reminds me of mac_stone, with the set of her jaw and the streaky blond bangs and the cheerful no-nonsense hypercompetence, anyway, nevermind, omg guh.) (I bought an extra quart because she was packing up due to rain, and she took the peaches back out of her van for me, and then she threw in a pint of red raspberries because I was standing there getting drenched) I then went to Whole Paycheck for preserved ginger and half-and-half and cream so I can make ice cream when all these peaches get good and squooshy. And I kind of got mugged by the cheese section, because hey, I ran three miles this morning and all I had eaten was a bowl of Kashi cinnamon shredded wheat, and frankly, I could live on cheese and fruit and bread and be a happy, happy, happy Bear.

So I brought home port salut and Jarlsberg and tiny fresh mozzarellas (pizza! eggplant parm!) and a Welsh cheddar with whole mustard seeds in it called Red Dragon...

...screw it. Whatever I don't eat by next Friday can come to Viable Paradise with me, and be sustenance there. Which reminds me, I need to spend today eating up fruit. Because I have too much fruit. Wait. Oxymoron! I have an awful lot of fruit I really need to eat before it goes bad, although yes the plan is for that Thursday or Friday when they are ripe, I shall can make ice cream from the peaches.

Even peaches aside, the fruit stock in this apartment is out of control. I think I will have something with guacamole for dinner, and also maybe apples and pears and plums and cantaloupe and grapes and cheese for lunch.

God, I love cheese.

And now, I get to spend the rest of today screwing around and listening to the rain. And Thursday, I get to Lothlorien.

spies mfu illya bitch please _ truepenny

what do you want us to use? harsh language?

Well, yeah.

Pardon me, but What a fucking twit. (via oursin)

I would like to force this asshole to live with the contents of my skull--or the contents of the skulls of anybody else I know with bipolar disorder or OCD--for one (1) calendar year, without benefit of cognitive strategies. His article reveals a basic ignorance of the causes of mental illness and the relevance of neural plasticity to treatment of same. The benefit of cognitive therapy is that it physically alters the structure of a malfunctioning brain to make it work better--as physical therapy can physically alter a damaged body to make it stronger and healthier.

I have neurochemical issues that are the result of genetics and neurochemical issues that are the result of trauma (bipolar, PTSD, various less trendy neuroses). and you know, I understand the roots of those issues with a fine and nuanced understanding. And you know what? Understanding the cause of the damage, while comforting, is not really useful at all to being a happier and more productive person. It's like understanding that you were in a car accident that severed your arm. While it's essential to treatment to understand the cause of the trauma, talking about the damned car accident doesn't help you learn to operate a prosthesis.

What is useful is having strategies to deal with it when my brain chemicals are going haywire, and other strategies with which to reprogram the thought processes and in turn modify the underlying hardware to make both healthier.

Cognitive strategies work. They have an empirically measurable effect on the brain. They make people's lives better.

If this interferes with Mr. Leader's entrancement with Teh Romance And Tragedy of mental illness, well, I invite him to enjoy his Romance And Tragedy. Hopefully without screwing up anybody else's chances for recovery.

I bet he's a Freudian. I just bet.
criminal minds prentiss deed's sake tenn

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Well, I can tell that winter is coming and that I am getting ready to submerge myself in novel-writing, because I just made three half pints of green chili sauce (future enchiladas!) and a quart of tomato akvavit cream sauce for the freezer. (I used akvavit because I didn't like any of the vodka at the store today. Ehn, akvavit is just cask-aged vodka anyway.)

Hoarding food, definitely a sign of incipient novel writing.  In addition, the freezer now contains two kinds of lentil curry, borscht, mock minestrone, baked beans, and pork chili. Among other stuff.

Man, now I covet enchiladas.

Also, this tomato sauce is craaack. I just had the leftovers for dinner with toast, and it's good enough to eat like soup. Mmm.
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