Monday, June 20, 2005
i turned on the oven today!
no, that isn't an indicator of how often i cook (which is a lot more often than you probably think), nor is it condemning of my intelligence level. not all ovens in argentina are difficult, but as luck would have it, the two apartments i've lived in came with what seem to be the two most finnicky ovens in existence. they run off natural gas, but are not self-lighting like every stove/oven i've ever encountered in the states. instead, you must twist the knob and hold it in while lighting with a match.
the stove top is easy enough, but the oven makes a habit of cutting off the gas flow when you let go of the knob. thus, you have to hold the knob in and release it in imperceptibly small increments. or you could just stand there holding the knob in for the entire time you're baking, but who has time for that? as sad as it may sound, i was never in my year and a half of living here able to get the oven to light on my own (fabian was often my saving grace in that regard), but i've finally had a breakthrough, so hopefully i'll be independent in the kitchen from here on out.
i have this taste in my mouth like i've been drinking baking soda water, except i haven't. nasty! i've been drinking mate and even used up a stick of my precious american gum (winterfresh flavored extra) and it hasn't helped a whole lot.
i kinda don't want to post cuz every new one moves her picture further down the page & my mind somehow twists that into meaning out of my life. sometimes i wonder if i've matured at all since high school. get a grip bro, and try not to always think in such extremes!
there are these what used to be flowers in a vase on the mantle of our never been used fireplace ( it's one of those crappy gas ones without a flue, boo!). these things have been there for literally 2 or 3 months. where they came from and how they got here i'm not exactly sure, since i don't make a habit of sprucing up the apartment with floral arrangements, not that there's anything wrong with having flowers in a guys' apartment. i actually kinda like them when they're alive.
volviendo al tema...the 'used to be flowers' are looking pretty gross and there's even some sort of multicolored mold/fungus growing on the stems, like something out of soundgarden's 'black whole sun' video.
black hole sun/won't you come/and wash away the rain...
freaky ish. every time i see them, i think to myself, 'for the love! why doesn't somebody throw those things out?' in fact, i don't think i can handle this anymore...
...ok, that's over and done with.
"kip...d'ya ever wish you could just...go back?"
"cool it man, i've already looked into it for myself."
"alriiiight!"
for someone who majored in history (which officially makes me a historian, no?), i seem to have a lot of issues with hindsight. but perhaps the best way to cure that is to concentrate more on the future, as cloudy as that may be. slow progress is being made on the post-STINT life front, but 'tis progress nonetheless. hope that's encouraging.
no, i haven't heard your voice in two months now
and anticipation's been wearing me thin
and i just can't help but wonderin' baby if somehow
we could tear these pages out and begin again...
soul stirrin': matt wertz - lonely tonight
ink, mind & parchment: the letter to the hebrews by God
no, that isn't an indicator of how often i cook (which is a lot more often than you probably think), nor is it condemning of my intelligence level. not all ovens in argentina are difficult, but as luck would have it, the two apartments i've lived in came with what seem to be the two most finnicky ovens in existence. they run off natural gas, but are not self-lighting like every stove/oven i've ever encountered in the states. instead, you must twist the knob and hold it in while lighting with a match.
the stove top is easy enough, but the oven makes a habit of cutting off the gas flow when you let go of the knob. thus, you have to hold the knob in and release it in imperceptibly small increments. or you could just stand there holding the knob in for the entire time you're baking, but who has time for that? as sad as it may sound, i was never in my year and a half of living here able to get the oven to light on my own (fabian was often my saving grace in that regard), but i've finally had a breakthrough, so hopefully i'll be independent in the kitchen from here on out.
i have this taste in my mouth like i've been drinking baking soda water, except i haven't. nasty! i've been drinking mate and even used up a stick of my precious american gum (winterfresh flavored extra) and it hasn't helped a whole lot.
i kinda don't want to post cuz every new one moves her picture further down the page & my mind somehow twists that into meaning out of my life. sometimes i wonder if i've matured at all since high school. get a grip bro, and try not to always think in such extremes!
there are these what used to be flowers in a vase on the mantle of our never been used fireplace ( it's one of those crappy gas ones without a flue, boo!). these things have been there for literally 2 or 3 months. where they came from and how they got here i'm not exactly sure, since i don't make a habit of sprucing up the apartment with floral arrangements, not that there's anything wrong with having flowers in a guys' apartment. i actually kinda like them when they're alive.
volviendo al tema...the 'used to be flowers' are looking pretty gross and there's even some sort of multicolored mold/fungus growing on the stems, like something out of soundgarden's 'black whole sun' video.
black hole sun/won't you come/and wash away the rain...
freaky ish. every time i see them, i think to myself, 'for the love! why doesn't somebody throw those things out?' in fact, i don't think i can handle this anymore...
...ok, that's over and done with.
"kip...d'ya ever wish you could just...go back?"
"cool it man, i've already looked into it for myself."
"alriiiight!"
for someone who majored in history (which officially makes me a historian, no?), i seem to have a lot of issues with hindsight. but perhaps the best way to cure that is to concentrate more on the future, as cloudy as that may be. slow progress is being made on the post-STINT life front, but 'tis progress nonetheless. hope that's encouraging.
no, i haven't heard your voice in two months now
and anticipation's been wearing me thin
and i just can't help but wonderin' baby if somehow
we could tear these pages out and begin again...
soul stirrin': matt wertz - lonely tonight
ink, mind & parchment: the letter to the hebrews by God
