mojito granita

yummy, yummy, yummy!

Here is the recipe.

I'm leaving Vancouver Island tomorrow

I promise to come back.  I promise not to stay away for too long this time.  I think I've learned my lesson.

6 hours later....

....I'm in Seattle.  How refreshing.  I feel in Canada already.  I'm going to walk to the waterfront and then have some Thai food.  How many times do I need to be reminded that I need to live by the ocean?????!!!! 

Talking to the Punjabi taxi driver, I found out he has relatives close (very close) to where I used to live in England.  All of a sudden I feel like the Midwest is some sort of untamed frontier, where civilization has not yet developed.  I'd say Pleistocene at most.  Populated by Neanderthals.  I have a nasty feeling I'm mixing epochs as if I'm preparing some wonderful "sex on the beach" cocktail, but I don't care. 

Oh, I did not even have to spell my name, these people apparently "get" it.  And nobody asked me about my accent either!  I don't stick out anymore!!!!  I DON'T WANNA GO BACK....  :-(

Parliamentary debates in full swing...

I'm watching on PBS the British Parliament debating on the News of the World phone hacking debacle.  It never used to impress me much.  Having lived in the US for the past three years, I'm glued to the TV and to the display of intelligence and speed of reaction.  By comparison, the US presidents' press conferences (and I'm not even thinking of Bush!!!) seem like self-righteous kindergarten games.  Not even Obama would survive half an hour in the House of Commons for Prime Minister's Questions.  He should be lucky if he escapes without a heart attack, since his very measuuuuuuuuuuuured and caaaaaaaaaaaadenced speech would allow the rest of the MPs to crack an average 3 jokes/second and drive the Speaker of the House insane!  Let's face it, John Bercow does not suffer fools gladly.  But I forget, this is the country of the simulacrum and intelligence is no different.

"Life should not be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside in a cloud of smoke, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming "Wow! What a Ride!"

~ Hunter Thompson ~

Here are some of the songs rambling in my head:

Bury Me With My Guns On  

This Is How Your Remind Me

Scream

Clubbed To Death

Linkin Park's cover of Adele's Rolling Into Deep

Novacane

RockStar 

I Will Not Bow 

Black Spider 

Hysteria

Butterfly

Sex Is Good 

.....yes, I'm keeping busy...

(I'm still amazed that some people read the crap I'm posting here.  I guess there is such a thing as "accidental clicking"... or else....whatEVAH...)

ok...umm...what else...here is the last thing I've read today:

"Overall, the close relationship between cognition and behavior (N. Ed: please note the American spelling) is coming into view as well as some of its neural underpinnings.  Top-down regulation by the prefrontal cortex and bottom-up modification of cognition via experience from environment are becoming increasingly understood."

Gee, thanks, girls (Fiske and Taylor), 'cause look at what Foucault wrote about 20 years earlier:

"From the point of view of evolution, illness has no other status than that of a general potentiality.  The causality that makes it necessary is not yet disengaged, no one than that which gives each clinical picture its particular coloring.  This necessity, with its individual forms, is to be found not in an always specific development, but in the patient's personal history."

...oh, wait, we don't take Foucault into account, because he did not write APA style...obviously!

I'm feeling like Alice...

One day Alice came to a fork in the road and saw a Cheshire cat in a tree. "Which road do I take?" she asked. "Where do you want to go?" was his response. "I don't know," Alice answered. "Then," said the cat, "it doesn't matter."


I detect a malfunction.

Roland Petit

"French choreographer and dancer Roland Petit has died in Geneva at the age of 87, the Paris Opera Ballet has said.

Petit helped set up dance company Les Ballets des Champs-Elysees in 1945 and is credited with revolutionising ballet for his theatrical choreography."

Pas de Deux

sunset over the Mississippi

songs rattling in my head....

ok, Avenged Sevenfold sound so much like "white boys' rock" and Metallica, but maybe I'm just in the mood for it.  Memories from the past and memories from the future.

joined Google+

(thanks, Ricky!)...it's time to have fun learning something new.  I would have been the perfect Collie dog.

So I've joined Google+
I will keep you posted but at the moment I'm trying to figure it out, and it's not that straight-forward, which might explain why they still are in their "testing" phase.