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I want to know how you see you - Myth Happens

Sovay
Date: 2017-03-11 22:50
Subject: I want to know how you see you
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Music:Against Me!, "Delicate, Petite & Other Things I'll Never Be"

Tonight in Judaica: I made nearly a hundred hamantashn in four different flavors. (It may have been a hundred before a couple of the more catastrophic outliers got eaten.) The latter part was intentional; the former was a side effect of tripling the usual recipe to make sure that I would have enough to distribute to the various branches of my family and to bring to a social event tomorrow. I definitely do now. It turns out that when you scale up this recipe, you have to add an extra egg to the dough, otherwise it has no cohesion and cracks instead of folding. I always forget how much I like poppy seed paste and how stupid it is that I never do anything with it the rest of the year.

I have received an unexpected unbirthday present from my parents: Werner and Elisabeth Heisenberg's My Dear Li: Correspondence 1937–1946 (2016), edited by Anna Maria Hirsch-Heisenberg and translated by Irene Heisenberg, daughter and daughter-in-law respectively of the physicist and his wife. I've never written about Heisenberg except in context of Michael Frayn's Copenhagen, but he's interested me for long enough that this may change. I was coveting the book at the end of last year, partly because of Werner and partly because Elisabeth as a person is utterly unknown to me. I am holding it in reserve until I have completed several work items, none of which got done earlier today because I was baking ~hundred hamantashn and had to visit three grocery stores in order to find both prune and poppy seed fillings. Several of the blackberry ones exploded, but I have no regrets. (The fourth flavor was apricot, like usual.)

How you can tell your daily life now includes much more discussion of dystopia than it had heretofore: while looking up a biographical detail about Flannery O'Connor for your mother, you run across the following photograph and, ignoring Robie Macauley completely, think, "I didn't know she knew the author of Darkness at Noon."

Have an article about H. P. Lovecraft and Robert Barlow. It succeeded in making me want to read the author's novel.

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drwex: pogo
User: drwex
Date: 2017-03-13 19:23 (UTC)
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the more catastrophic outliers

We call those "flatmentashen" because that's usually how they end up.

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Sovay: I Claudius
User: sovay
Date: 2017-03-14 19:36 (UTC)
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Keyword:I Claudius

We call those "flatmentashen" because that's usually how they end up.

That's much better than my mental image: the ones that unfold in the baking always make me think distressingly of H.R. Giger Alien eggs.

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drwex
User: drwex
Date: 2017-03-14 19:52 (UTC)
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Perhaps it is good sometimes that I have a more limited imagination.

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