How I love you. An unforgettable arch, wide play pen for my toes, and your simple coloring and design. You have been through much with me, I dare not dispose of you until your last thread wear thin. Oh so hole-y, dirty, you carry much internal memories that we alone share. Mud, ash, bark, gravel, dust, oceans, cactus, spiders, valley fever, we've trudged through it all and here we are still. Something to you is lovely, mesmerizing.
-Gingavitis
Wednesday, September 29, 2010
Wednesday, September 22, 2010
Absinthe
Today I was disappointed.
Very, disappointed.
A very long time ago, I learned of this fancy and special drink, and wanted to try it. Then of course, I learned that it was outlawed in the states and I could not have it. This made me want the drink only so much more, of course.
Now that it is legal again, I had not tried it due to it being very expensive. Until today.
Nobody ever told me that it tasted like licorice. Nobody told me it was like a weak taste of Yeager. That it tasted terrible. Who the hell is sane and likes that flavor?
I recall asking people what the taste was like, and they never told me this, leading me to believe that it was a new flavor all it's own, and I imagined it more like just alcohol tasting. Just almost a vodka-ish with a.....I don't know... green? flavor? The color was green, it must be earthy flavored. Maybe it tasted like dirt with alcohol poured on in. Or grass? I didn't expect that. It actually smelled quite interesting. Smelled fruitful, and not in the 'wine' type of fruitful. It smelled more like food.
And yet when I smell whiskey I suddenly feel very hungry. With this smell I did not feel hungry. I tasted. I assumed that if it tasted bad, I would not go back for more no matter how hard I wanted to like it, so I better take a good big sip. But not so much that I want to spit it all back out.
Down it goes. And open mouth.
And oh my god my throat wants to close off, it is biting unlike whiskey, but still biting. At first it tasted ok. Then as I exhaled again, the taste morphed from interesting and unfamiliar to licorice. And almost a minty refreshing after-bite.
It was still biting. It hurt to swallow. God, was this what it was like the first time I had whiskey? I don't think so, as I recall it was love at first taste with whiskey. It really felt like my throat was closing up, am I allergic to something in it, something I have never had before in my life until now? I am not allergic to anything. I talked myself out of that one. I will not be allergic to anything, never. It just really must be a harsh bite that I am very unfamiliar with.
So gross. I suffered with the taste in my mouth all the way until I got home. If I am ever to like it again some day, I may as well suffer a short time to "savor" the taste and maybe I could like it? Until then, if you out there make some absinthe without the damn licorice flavor, I will give it another go. The boys all told me it was to cover up the nasty bitterness of the wormwood and such, but who's to say I wouldn't prefer that to licorice? Besides, isn't that what the sugar cube is for, to help balance the bitterness?
I guess I won't like everything. Not if it tastes like Yeager, anyways.
So for those of you out there who are/were just as fascinated by this drink and would really like to try it, remember what I have said here. It is closest in flavor to Yeager, yet almost has a refreshing zest to it that is indescribable. As mothers tend to say, you should try everything at least once.
Gingavitis
Very, disappointed.
A very long time ago, I learned of this fancy and special drink, and wanted to try it. Then of course, I learned that it was outlawed in the states and I could not have it. This made me want the drink only so much more, of course.
Now that it is legal again, I had not tried it due to it being very expensive. Until today.
Nobody ever told me that it tasted like licorice. Nobody told me it was like a weak taste of Yeager. That it tasted terrible. Who the hell is sane and likes that flavor?
I recall asking people what the taste was like, and they never told me this, leading me to believe that it was a new flavor all it's own, and I imagined it more like just alcohol tasting. Just almost a vodka-ish with a.....I don't know... green? flavor? The color was green, it must be earthy flavored. Maybe it tasted like dirt with alcohol poured on in. Or grass? I didn't expect that. It actually smelled quite interesting. Smelled fruitful, and not in the 'wine' type of fruitful. It smelled more like food.
And yet when I smell whiskey I suddenly feel very hungry. With this smell I did not feel hungry. I tasted. I assumed that if it tasted bad, I would not go back for more no matter how hard I wanted to like it, so I better take a good big sip. But not so much that I want to spit it all back out.
Down it goes. And open mouth.
And oh my god my throat wants to close off, it is biting unlike whiskey, but still biting. At first it tasted ok. Then as I exhaled again, the taste morphed from interesting and unfamiliar to licorice. And almost a minty refreshing after-bite.
It was still biting. It hurt to swallow. God, was this what it was like the first time I had whiskey? I don't think so, as I recall it was love at first taste with whiskey. It really felt like my throat was closing up, am I allergic to something in it, something I have never had before in my life until now? I am not allergic to anything. I talked myself out of that one. I will not be allergic to anything, never. It just really must be a harsh bite that I am very unfamiliar with.
So gross. I suffered with the taste in my mouth all the way until I got home. If I am ever to like it again some day, I may as well suffer a short time to "savor" the taste and maybe I could like it? Until then, if you out there make some absinthe without the damn licorice flavor, I will give it another go. The boys all told me it was to cover up the nasty bitterness of the wormwood and such, but who's to say I wouldn't prefer that to licorice? Besides, isn't that what the sugar cube is for, to help balance the bitterness?
I guess I won't like everything. Not if it tastes like Yeager, anyways.
So for those of you out there who are/were just as fascinated by this drink and would really like to try it, remember what I have said here. It is closest in flavor to Yeager, yet almost has a refreshing zest to it that is indescribable. As mothers tend to say, you should try everything at least once.
Gingavitis
Tuesday, September 14, 2010
New Blogger Updates
Hello readers!
I just became aware of all the new changes to blogger, and am amazed! More people seem to read this than I ever thought. Some people over in South Korea... wonder who that could be... couldn't be my brother! And there are various countries looking too. I do not know if you actually read, but if you do, I am fascinated!
So tell me world, what would you rather hear from me? I don't really have much to talk about, but perhaps with some input I could rant about it for who knows how long. Like my mother always did about the postman... "he's supposed to get here by 11am so I can go to the bank and such. Yesterday he came at 1pm, the day before noon, and last week he didn't come until FOUR! The post office here is nothing compared to the good postman who comes to my mom's house, they are always done delivering HER mail by 10am. Usually they come there at nine, good god nine in the morning! I hardly even have my outgoing mail to the box before nine, that would be really nice, but NO, I can't have that can I, instead I get stuck with 11, noon, and four schedules. That's just stupid...."
Sorry, I could hear her and even though it has been years since I heard her rant about the post man, you have to understand that I heard it an awful lot growing up and felt bad for the postal service and the terrible things she said about them frequently.
That's all for today I suppose. I'm going to go check out what else is new!
Ginger
I just became aware of all the new changes to blogger, and am amazed! More people seem to read this than I ever thought. Some people over in South Korea... wonder who that could be... couldn't be my brother! And there are various countries looking too. I do not know if you actually read, but if you do, I am fascinated!
So tell me world, what would you rather hear from me? I don't really have much to talk about, but perhaps with some input I could rant about it for who knows how long. Like my mother always did about the postman... "he's supposed to get here by 11am so I can go to the bank and such. Yesterday he came at 1pm, the day before noon, and last week he didn't come until FOUR! The post office here is nothing compared to the good postman who comes to my mom's house, they are always done delivering HER mail by 10am. Usually they come there at nine, good god nine in the morning! I hardly even have my outgoing mail to the box before nine, that would be really nice, but NO, I can't have that can I, instead I get stuck with 11, noon, and four schedules. That's just stupid...."
Sorry, I could hear her and even though it has been years since I heard her rant about the post man, you have to understand that I heard it an awful lot growing up and felt bad for the postal service and the terrible things she said about them frequently.
That's all for today I suppose. I'm going to go check out what else is new!
Ginger
Monday, September 13, 2010
Screaming Inside, Ant Wars
Life is crap. More likely, as ma always said, Life's a bitch and then ya die.
So much paperwork to be done, and I am so sick of paperwork. Prove this, prove that, oh you filled out the wrong form, you want this one that is three times as long... oh and we want copies of everyone in your blood line's birth certificates dating back to 500 BC... we don't care if they didn't exist then, you have to have them to complete the form. Figure it out.
That's what it feels like. The mind numbing of race cars and games does not help completely, just slows the pain.
Now that the rains have came back, the ants are back too. I had just enough borax to mix up one healthy bowlful of powdered sugar and borax for them to dine on, such a feast. Just right so they would feed the queen and all die. Alas, for apparantly I did not mix it right. The pressing troops ceased, and a week went by without one scout seen. Then I did something stupid. I made popcorn, and left my cup with butter residue on the counter overnight. I awoke in the morning to a full army bringing the findings back to the queen! At that point, there was only one soldier on my side, me. I killed as many as I could, took care of the one item they wanted, and was amazed they were not choosing to dine on my feast that I still had out for them.
Turned out, ants get sick of sugar and need protein, so it was mixed with peanut butter on a plate. Unfortunately, the last of the borax. And by then, by mixing it again, it would no longer be enough to kill the queen. We tried anyways. It worked, they liked their new meal plan, and we found a few places to block off their entering of the house. That worked for a short amount of time, as they apparantly have many ways to get inside.
Anything left behind was found and consumed. Seemingly, even their dead soldiers. An amazing power that kills is dish soap mixed with water. In a spray bottle. It is lethal to them. On hand at all times of course. Recently we moved anything that could be eaten from to a new area they have not discovered, thankfully - it is obvious where the previous tenants kept certain things. I keep my sugar and cooking oil in a safe place where they apparantly never kept food. A year later, it has never been found by them.
Currently, my kitchen is spotless, I have removed the remaining borax / peanut butter mix, and they have slowly been not coming back. Occasionally I make a mistake and maybe leave behind that same butter cup for popcorn (more than once...) or a shred of cheese all alone on the counter... even once when we had treated our wooden handled knives with oil, they attacked them while they were in the block, clean. Man they love oil. They have stopped the attack on the knives, they have been washed enough times to have lost their appeal.
But for now... I watch closely. This morning I saw two. They were killed in the line of duty. Another thing they hate? Lime juice. So glad we bought some one day, randomly. Haven't ever used it other than the ants. We just both know it is a requirement for a fridge's door. They won't cross the line of lime juice if it is wet still. They run from it, terrified. I know the queen is still out there, alive and hungry, but I will not feed her. I will taint and kill her brood until there are not enough to serve her, perhaps she will die without slaves feeding her.
This concludes my story on Ant Wars.
I really have nothing better to talk about than that. I hate them ants! Otherwise, life goes as follows: barely surviving on unemployment, car is way messed up and hardly drives (but will drive a short very short distance), and as mentioned above, dealing with lots of paperwork. So much paperwork I just wish there were a fast forward button. I don't want to live through this time, I just want to skip it and it to be over.
That is all for now. Until next time~
Gingavitis
So much paperwork to be done, and I am so sick of paperwork. Prove this, prove that, oh you filled out the wrong form, you want this one that is three times as long... oh and we want copies of everyone in your blood line's birth certificates dating back to 500 BC... we don't care if they didn't exist then, you have to have them to complete the form. Figure it out.
That's what it feels like. The mind numbing of race cars and games does not help completely, just slows the pain.
Now that the rains have came back, the ants are back too. I had just enough borax to mix up one healthy bowlful of powdered sugar and borax for them to dine on, such a feast. Just right so they would feed the queen and all die. Alas, for apparantly I did not mix it right. The pressing troops ceased, and a week went by without one scout seen. Then I did something stupid. I made popcorn, and left my cup with butter residue on the counter overnight. I awoke in the morning to a full army bringing the findings back to the queen! At that point, there was only one soldier on my side, me. I killed as many as I could, took care of the one item they wanted, and was amazed they were not choosing to dine on my feast that I still had out for them.
Turned out, ants get sick of sugar and need protein, so it was mixed with peanut butter on a plate. Unfortunately, the last of the borax. And by then, by mixing it again, it would no longer be enough to kill the queen. We tried anyways. It worked, they liked their new meal plan, and we found a few places to block off their entering of the house. That worked for a short amount of time, as they apparantly have many ways to get inside.
Anything left behind was found and consumed. Seemingly, even their dead soldiers. An amazing power that kills is dish soap mixed with water. In a spray bottle. It is lethal to them. On hand at all times of course. Recently we moved anything that could be eaten from to a new area they have not discovered, thankfully - it is obvious where the previous tenants kept certain things. I keep my sugar and cooking oil in a safe place where they apparantly never kept food. A year later, it has never been found by them.
Currently, my kitchen is spotless, I have removed the remaining borax / peanut butter mix, and they have slowly been not coming back. Occasionally I make a mistake and maybe leave behind that same butter cup for popcorn (more than once...) or a shred of cheese all alone on the counter... even once when we had treated our wooden handled knives with oil, they attacked them while they were in the block, clean. Man they love oil. They have stopped the attack on the knives, they have been washed enough times to have lost their appeal.
But for now... I watch closely. This morning I saw two. They were killed in the line of duty. Another thing they hate? Lime juice. So glad we bought some one day, randomly. Haven't ever used it other than the ants. We just both know it is a requirement for a fridge's door. They won't cross the line of lime juice if it is wet still. They run from it, terrified. I know the queen is still out there, alive and hungry, but I will not feed her. I will taint and kill her brood until there are not enough to serve her, perhaps she will die without slaves feeding her.
This concludes my story on Ant Wars.
I really have nothing better to talk about than that. I hate them ants! Otherwise, life goes as follows: barely surviving on unemployment, car is way messed up and hardly drives (but will drive a short very short distance), and as mentioned above, dealing with lots of paperwork. So much paperwork I just wish there were a fast forward button. I don't want to live through this time, I just want to skip it and it to be over.
That is all for now. Until next time~
Gingavitis
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