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Poetry is what gets created in translation

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On warmth

It’s so weird to sweat, doing nothing. It reminds me of North Carolina. Walking home from work today was like a sensory experience I can’t quite begin to describe. I was wearing shorts, short sleeves, and the weather felt like all my favorite memories of weather. Sun setting, but the warmth persisting. No wind. If every day were like today, San Francisco would be absolutely perfect. The evening felt like a nice weekend afternoon, instead of the perpetual blustery autumn that is this exposed peninsula.

Of course it doesn’t hurt that I’m now drinking a glass of cool white wine, listening to the New Pornographers playing gently on the stereo in the next room, with all the windows open, hoping to create some sort of cross draft.

If you could do anything what would it be?

That’s what this weather seems to ask me. Heat makes me contemplative. I feel bold. I could make change. I don’t have to stay here, nesting, hibernating, trying to stay warm. I can go out.

Winters here are so subtle and mild they make me forget summer. And then summer comes and I turn into this machine of doing things, of squeezing the life out of every possible waking hour. But I still forget. Every winter. Spring pokes out its head and I throw up my arms. I don’t know what to do! I’m completely out of hibernation projects. I guess I just needed to go outside.

Constantly clearing my throat

I appear to have that unusual cold. And it’s been a long time since I’ve caught anything, surprising even, given the several outbreaks that have spread through work. I’m not exactly sure what brought me down, since no one I know around me has a cold.

Stephanie had a nasty bout of food poisoning on Sunday, so I made her a homemade chicken broth then (chicken carcass and mirepoix and all!), which now feels like a self-fulfilling prophecy, as I’m the one enjoying it. Yesterday she took my broth and added chicken and noodles to it (once she was able to hold down solid foods) which I thought was a pretty cool collaboration.

Tonight the chicken soup ran out, so I figured I might as well keep the soup train going while I’m still well enough to cook. We had two leeks from our veggie box a while ago, as well as 3 old potatoes, both of which I simmered in chicken broth (store bought this time) before I pureed them in the food processor.

I’m really trying to be good to myself, drinking tons of fluids, taking Emergen-C in the morning, and most importantly getting lots of sleep. Which is another way of saying, it’s time. Good night.

Do you menstrate?

Do you know someone who does?

Well then you should head over to Stephanie’s blog and read her post, Viva la Diva Cup! It just might change your life forever.

Diva Cup

What’s the difference between the UK and Great Britain?

…I thought to myself one rainy Saturday afternoon. So I decided to look it up. And found an amazing Euler diagram describing the terms. How delightfully geeky.

Terminology of the British Isles Euler diagram

The answer, in short: Northern Ireland.