Tuesday, November 16, 2010

Thank You For Leaving Me This While World to Go Mad In

1) Guess what I saw on the side of Rt 17? If you guessed cheap gas, you would be wrong. If you guessed a truck for Jerry's Lawn Care with a picture of a Grateful Dead bear, you would be right, but that's not what I was thinking of. What I saw that I was really excited about was a bald eagle! A real one! In the wild! Real close to the road, just chilling in a tree! I've never seen one in the wild that close up, it was amazing. Those guys are real big.

2) Testing my spatial relations.

3) Sour Milk Chocolate Cake. Our milk has gone bad, and the vegans are out of town, so I took the opportunity to make sour milk chocolate cake. It's delicious, and means that you don't have to throw out perfectly terrible milk. I learned this trick from my mom. Unfortunamente, I didn't realize until I had already started combining ingredients that we didn't have any eggs. Luckily, my mom taught me another baking trick. Please don't be grossed out, but when you don't have eggs, you can easily replace them with two pickles and a freezy pop. Just kidding. Mayonnaise! A third a cup of mayo is mostly made of eggs anyway, and can be used to replace one egg. I'm not going to tell Natalie about that substitution until she has already eaten a piece of cake and loved it.

4) When you get into your car, turn the key, and it starts. That didn't happen today, but I'm grateful for all of the times that it has happened up until this point. I also like AAA, which I will call tomorrow to come rescue my car.

Asking for More - Sarah Manguso

I am not asking to suffer less.
I hope to be nearly crucified.
To live because I don't want to.

That hope, that sweet agent —
My best work is its work.
The horse I ride into Hell is my best horse
And bears its name.
So, friends, drink your cocktails and wear your hats.
Thank you for leaving me this whole world to go mad in.

I am not asking for mercy. I am asking for more.
I don't mind when no mercy comes
Or when it comes in the form of my mad self
Running at me. I am not asking for mercy.

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