It’s Cold!

So it finally got cold around here. I’ve been waiting since the beginning of this damned month for a little chill, and it suddenly sneaked up on me yesterday. Just last week I would be wearing a t-shirt and shorts, and after walking the 1.3 miles to class, I’d be sweating. Well no more of that crap. I finally got to bring out my leather jacket that I love so much that’s been through the suck with me. I finally had the opportunity to wear something other than shorts without having to worry about sitting through class basting in my own sweat. Let me tell you, it’s not a pleasant feeling, or smell for that matter, to spend the entire day wallowing in your own genetic filth. Unless you’re in bed with a hot woman, then it’s totally cool. Anyway, it’s currently 55 degrees here and I’m loving the fact that I can sit in my apartment and not sweat like an overweight man going to town on a box of donuts.

Guitar Hero 3 comes out on Sunday, which I am excited for. This game is so addictive, I’m actually considering waiting until after my midterm on Wednesday to buy it. I’m afraid that if I get it on Sunday, I’m going to start playing it and not stop until it’s time to take the test. It’s that disgusting. This game reminds me of the stories of Koreans dying in gaming cafes after marathon sessions of StarCraft. Those people are absolutely crazy about that game and I never understood how you could subject yourself to what literally amounts to physical punishment just to play a game. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not against physical punishment. I’ve never really experimented with the S&M stuff in the bedroom and I don’t know if I would enjoy it. But you know me, I’m game for pretty much anything; it could be fun, right? But literally dying from playing a game too much, that seemed way too far-fetched until I played Guitar Hero. If I didn’t have a modicum of will power and, dare I say, more than marginal intelligence, I could see myself playing that damned game until I had an aneurysm. Therefore, I surmise that it is probably a good idea to wait to buy that game.

In the next two weeks I have two midterms and I need to have my final projects finalized for all three of my classes. It’ll be nice to have my midterms out of the way, but working on a final project is such a pain in the ass. I think for the me the hardest part is actually deciding on what I want to work on. After that it’s a simple matter of research and implementation, more research and error correcting. That whole getting started thing takes a lot of initiative and effort, both of which I harbor a healthy distaste for. Anyway, just when it seems like I’ll have a respite from school and wham, a swift kick to the gonads in the form of a final project and I’m on the floor crying and vomiting.

Earlier this week I made Sicilian-style meatballs and they were absolutely fantastic. Sicilian-style meatballs are basically just regular meatballs with pine nuts and currants in them. The sweetness of the currents is offset really well by marjoram and parsley, making it a really nice combination of a little sweet with plenty of savory. I made these on Monday, or Tuesday, I can’t remember, and I’m still marveling over how good they are.

Cooking is been a passion of mine that was sparked by my father way back in high school (it may have been earlier, but I don’t think so). As a consequence of my living conditions throughout college, I didn’t have access to a kitchen that would be deemed usable or sanitary until just last year. Because of this my culinary explorations were stymied until that time, at which point it pretty much exploded. Now that I have my own apartment and my own kitchen, I can make whatever I want. I’m ripping through different recipes from magazines and the collection of cookbooks I have amassed, and I gotta say it’s one of the few really therapeutic things I get to do in my day. To me, cooking is enjoyable and relaxing. I put on some good music, pour myself a glass of wine, and go to work. I find that cooking is one area where I can think dynamically and be creative with different ingredients and spices and just see what happens. If whatever I made turns out bad, no big deal, lesson learned. What I like to do is try different recipes until I find one I like, then the next time I make it, I’ll put my own spin on it by experimenting with different vegetables or spices to create a dish of my own that is palatable.

For some reason I’m dyslexic or something because I keep misspelling or completely omitting words. I think it’s the hookah I smoked earlier, it definitely puts your brain on scramble for a few hours. Anyway, this is starting to take too much effort, so I’m signing off for now. Until next time.