it will be a good thing we didn't kiss in the dark empty room
Saturday, January 31, 2009
Thursday, January 29, 2009
dreams from his father
"Let me end instead on a more personal note. Most of the characters in this book remain a part of my life, albeit in varying degrees -- a function of work, children, geography, and turns of fate.
The exception is my mother, whom we lost, with a brutal swiftness, to cancer a few months after this book was published.
She had spent the previous ten years doing what she loved. She traveled the world, working in the distant villages of Asia and Africa, helping women buy a sewing machine or a milk cow or an education that might give them a foothold in the world's economy. She gathered friends from high and low, took long walks, stared at the moon, and foraged through the local markets of Delhi or Marrakesh for some trifle, a scarf or stone carving that would make her laugh or please the eye. She wrote reports, read novels, pestered her children, and dreamed of grandchildren.
We saw each other frequently, our bond unbroken. During the writing of this book, she would read the drafts, correcting stories that I had misunderstood, careful not to comment on my characterizations of her but quick to explain or defend the less flattering aspects of my father's character. She managed her illness with grace and good humor, and she helped my sister and me push on with our lives, despite our dread, our denials, our sudden constrictions of the heart.
I think sometimes that had I known she would not survive her illness, I might have written a different book -- less a meditation on the absent parent, more a celebration of the one who was the single constant in my life. In my daughters I see her every day, her joy, her capacity for wonder. I won't try to describe how deeply I mourn her passing still. I know that she was the kindest, most generous spirit I have ever known, and that what is best in me I owe to her."
-- 2004 introduction to Dreams from My Father by Barack Obama
The exception is my mother, whom we lost, with a brutal swiftness, to cancer a few months after this book was published.
She had spent the previous ten years doing what she loved. She traveled the world, working in the distant villages of Asia and Africa, helping women buy a sewing machine or a milk cow or an education that might give them a foothold in the world's economy. She gathered friends from high and low, took long walks, stared at the moon, and foraged through the local markets of Delhi or Marrakesh for some trifle, a scarf or stone carving that would make her laugh or please the eye. She wrote reports, read novels, pestered her children, and dreamed of grandchildren.
We saw each other frequently, our bond unbroken. During the writing of this book, she would read the drafts, correcting stories that I had misunderstood, careful not to comment on my characterizations of her but quick to explain or defend the less flattering aspects of my father's character. She managed her illness with grace and good humor, and she helped my sister and me push on with our lives, despite our dread, our denials, our sudden constrictions of the heart.
I think sometimes that had I known she would not survive her illness, I might have written a different book -- less a meditation on the absent parent, more a celebration of the one who was the single constant in my life. In my daughters I see her every day, her joy, her capacity for wonder. I won't try to describe how deeply I mourn her passing still. I know that she was the kindest, most generous spirit I have ever known, and that what is best in me I owe to her."
-- 2004 introduction to Dreams from My Father by Barack Obama
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
cats tongues
Expression: Donner sa langue au chat
Pronunciation: [duh nay sa la(n) go sha]
Meaning: To give up, stop guessing
Literal translation: To give one's tongue to the cat
Cat's Tongues Cookies:
Ingredients
1/2 cup butter, softened
1/2 cup white sugar
3 egg whites
1 1/2 cups flour
1 1/2 teaspoons vanilla extract
Directions
1 Preheat oven to 400*
2 Lightly grease baking sheets
3 Cream butter and sugar together
4 Add egg whites, one at a time, mixing well after each
5 Add flour and then vanilla, mixing well
6 If dough seems to soft, add a bit more flour
7 Force through a pastry bag or cookie press fitted with a medium star tip onto baking sheets, making cookies about 3 inches long
8 Bake for 10 minutes or until lightly browned
9 Cool on wire racks completely
Monday, January 26, 2009
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Wednesday, January 14, 2009
simultaneous understanding/synecdoche
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