tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-81979632024-03-08T03:03:49.873+09:00les pensées de la fleurBeauty is mysterious as well as terrible. God and devil are fighting there, and the battlefield is the heart of man. --Fyodor DostoevskyTessa K.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10370035306005281479noreply@blogger.comBlogger258125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8197963.post-81542149621999201982013-05-22T12:16:00.000+09:002013-05-22T12:16:20.998+09:00The problem of the recipe<span style="font-size: 16px;">One of the things that I've always found difficult about blogging about food - and even cooking for my friends and family is the constant urging to write down the recipe, so that I (or they) can make it exactly the same next time.</span><br />
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On one hand, I don't want them to be exactly the same - the ingredients will never be exactly the same - this years tomatoes, delicious as they are, are not the same as last years... garlic I got this week is stronger than what I had last week... the humidity in the summer means my bread rises faster than when it is dry, or cold... the conditions for my pasta water are not going to be the same tonight as they were last night - all of these factors mean that the dish should be different... and the seasonality and cyclical nature implied by this difference makes me really happy. It fits with my personal beliefs so neatly.</div>
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There is something magical in the ephemeral nature of a delicious meal... that fleeting nature makes that moment even more valuable. It may be a bit cliche, but the fact that it's not replicable should make you appreciate it more. If you could have it anytime - exactly the same - I feel like it would lose that magical nature.</div>
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But on the other hand - and I know that I am what can only be classified as the rankest of amateurs when it comes to food blogging, but even with the caveat that my recipes are more guidelines, and untested ones at that, there is something about posting a recipe that implies a sameness... And I think this sameness is important for learning and trying new things.</div>
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I was recently reading and essay (I think it's actually the introduction to his cookbook, but it was in a collection of essays) by Paul Bertolli which neatly articulates this problem of recipes that had been floating around at the back of my head... "Later, when I began recording what I had done in the kitchen, I found that I was no more comfortable writing a recipe than following one. Studying my food-stained notes, I was annoyed at having to go back and measure in cups and teaspoons the ingredients that I had originally added according to taste and feel." Expanding on this problem of recipes and their disconnect from cooking, he writes, "Subtleties in the way food looks, smells, and behaves are lost when the process of cooking is reduced to a series of simple and efficient steps. Such it the unfortunate legacy of almost all recipe writing."</div>
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This is a conundrum - because on one hand the recipe is useful, for some necessary, but on the other it is a block that gets in the way of the creative act of cooking... There are no solutions here, only problems...<br />
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<br />Tessa K.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10370035306005281479noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8197963.post-65847709686490175572013-04-30T00:42:00.000+09:002013-04-30T00:42:21.894+09:00Love and stuff...So, I've been thinking about this for weeks and weeks... love... how does that work... I get that it's a chemical reaction in our brains... but if that's all it is, it seems like it should make more sense than it does...<br />
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... in that serendipitous, things-come-together sort of way, I started thinking about it a few days before I read <a href="http://saipua.blogspot.kr/2013/03/i-have-been-thinking-about-love.html" target="_blank">this blog post</a> (go read it - it's short, beautiful, and to my eventual point)... it was linked off another blog, one that I don't always read, and rarely follow links off of, even when I do read it... I felt like it was one of those universe-conspiring-to-hit-me-over-the-head moments, but one that I didn't know what to do with once I was hit... and yet I've returned to it again... and again...<br />
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It had come on the heels of several deep conversations with good friends about my relationship status (in general, not with them)... I know and appreciate that I have these amazing relationships where I can talk about the crazy and the serious, the world-changing and the fluffy marshmallow filling, too...<br />
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And I know that I do love... I love my friends, my sisters, the family I've made out of mismatched, crazy, never-should-have-worked friendships... it may not be "traditional" love, and certainly, it's not always expressed in traditional ways - I just can't seem to do that, the traditional love. The normal love. The expected love... but it's real... and big... and deep... and sometimes so incredibly painful... and just love... but different...<br />
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So that makes me wonder is there is something missing in me, something that makes love work like it's supposed to... maybe my chemicals are messed up, or combine differently... so the random blog post by a random stranger - one I've never encountered before, and might not again, even on the internet because I don't follow her blog - speaks so exactly to how I've been thinking about love...<br />
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I still don't know what to do with it...Tessa K.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10370035306005281479noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8197963.post-84983157156807234522013-04-27T04:28:00.000+09:002013-04-27T04:32:12.484+09:00Linkage...So, there has been all sorts of awesomeness on the Intertubes this week...<br />
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A <a href="http://youtu.be/LcJ1iFPKm00" target="_blank">school under a bridge</a>, which on one hand is super awesome, because hey, look what they're doing!, but in the other hand, it makes you super aware of how first world your problems are, because hey, look what they have to do...<br />
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There is all sorts of internet legislation in the air in the US, including CISPA - a REALLY bad idea - <a href="http://wilwheaton.tumblr.com/post/48652519089" target="_blank">neatly summed up in this graphic</a>... there is also <a href="http://arstechnica.com/tech-policy/2013/04/legislation-would-provide-subsidies-for-low-income-broadband-access/" target="_blank">this one</a>, which would help to bridge the access gap by helping to make broadband more available to low-income brackets.<br />
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On the food front, there are several recipes I'm looking forward to trying out - hopefully soon... especially this <a href="http://smittenkitchen.com/blog/2013/04/yogurt-panna-cotta-with-walnuts-and-honey/" target="_blank">Yogurt Panna Cotta with Walnuts and Honey</a>...<br />
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Mirrormirror's <a href="http://mirrormirror.typepad.com/mirror_mirror/2013/04/roasted-pumpkin-and-coconut-soup-with-thai-flavours" target="_blank">Roasted Pumpkin and Coconut Soup with Thai Flavours</a> inspired my own soup supper, which received a resounding approval from the test audience, and after some tweaking (read: figuring out how much of the ingredients my toss-it-in-a-pot method actually used to achieve the awesome), I will be posting a recipe here.<br />
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Tea posted on <a href="http://www.teaandcookiesblog.com/2013/04/how-to-poach-an-egg-scared.html" target="_blank">How to Poach an Egg</a> - with some helpful tips if you're unsure, and some cool info even if you've done it a thousand times...<br />
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And continuing in the food related vein - The <a href="http://io9.com/oldest-european-medieval-cookbook-found-476977031" target="_blank">oldest Medieval cookbook</a> was found in the UK - I can't wait until they get a facsimile out...<br />
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I know there's more, and probably more relevant stuff happening out there all the time, but these are the one that I spent a goodly portion of my time thinking about this week...</div>
<br />Tessa K.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10370035306005281479noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8197963.post-62204324300742980142013-04-22T01:15:00.000+09:002013-04-22T01:32:44.237+09:00A return to blogging...<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I have been feeling an itch lately - undefined, back-of-my-brain, peripheral dissatisfaction with the way things are. It has been hard to pin down, and not just because its appearance like ghostly images in the corner of my eye... but also because there are so many things in my life that are going well - my friends, my job, my hobbies... though I definitely could be practicing my new mandolin more, I'm pretty sure that is not what is causing this nebulous worry. I'd let my online reading languish, my To Be Read pile has grown, while I've buried myself in comfort reads, revisiting old favorites; and indulging in new brain candy in the form of "The Big Bang Theory" - an all-six-seasons binge. And while these pass-times are enjoyable - who doesn't love a good "bazinga", they have, ultimately, not been satisfying.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">So today I </span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">did the dishes I'd been ignoring in the sink</span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">, </span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">cleaned out my reader</span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">, and </span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">caught</span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> up on blogs</span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> - the </span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">physical</span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> housecleaning morphing into a mental one. And I was led to this quote:</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“I am one of the searchers. There are, I believe, millions of us. We are not unhappy, but neither are we really content. We continue to explore life, hoping to uncover its ultimate secret. We continue to explore ourselves, hoping to understand. We like to walk along the beach, we are drawn by the ocean, taken by its power, its unceasing motion, its mystery and unspeakable beauty. We like forests and mountains, deserts and hidden rivers, and the lonely cities as well. Our sadness is as much a part of our lives as is our laughter. To share our sadness with one we love is perhaps as great a joy as we can know - unless it be to share our laughter.</span> </blockquote>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">We searchers are ambitious only for life itself, for everything beautiful it can provide. Most of all we love and want to be loved. We want to live in a relationship that will not impede our wandering, nor prevent our search, nor lock us in prison walls; that will take us for what little we have to give. We do not want to prove ourselves to another or compete for love.</span> </blockquote>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">It so neatly sums up my own discontent, not new to me, but recently quite strongly felt... I have been ignoring my inner searcher, burying it under the minutiae of daily life. And this is not an acceptable state of being. Not for me.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">And this lead to the further realization that I missed writing. Not the writing I've been playing at with a novel idea, nor the more serious writing of a kitchen memoir, but this kind of writing - brief, topical, get-it-out-of-my-head-and-into-the-world kind of writing. And while I've never been the most loyal of bloggers, I do think I'm happier for the effort. So, we'll see how a return to blogging goes...</span>Tessa K.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10370035306005281479noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8197963.post-20793838182384904582012-06-03T15:36:00.003+09:002012-06-03T15:36:33.284+09:00Brain = Broken (in a good way) Completely<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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Just had a mind-breaking moment while visiting an acquaintance's blog...<br />
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Like many bloggers, she has a quote at the top of her page- though, perhaps somewhat uncommonly, her's is by Michel Foucault:<br />
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This blew my brain right open. Perhaps I'd read it before - I've read quite a bit of Foucault - perhaps less than some of my past Theory teachers were under the impression I'd read, but a lot none the less - but if so, the surrounding text swallowed my reaction to this little bit of brain-breakage.<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 10px; font-weight: bold; letter-spacing: 1px; text-transform: uppercase;">"IF I HAD TO WRITE A BOOK TO COMMUNICATE WHAT I WAS ALREADY THINKING, I WOULD NEVER HAVE THE COURAGE TO BEGIN. I ONLY WRITE A BOOK BECAUSE I DON'T KNOW EXACTLY WHAT TO THINK ABOUT THIS THING THAT I SO MUCH WANT TO THINK ABOUT, SO THAT THE BOOK TRANSFORMS ME AND TRANSFORMS WHAT I THINK."</span><br />
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This is why I've never written a book. This is why I struggle so much just to write a blog post. This is why the best writing I've done has always been the hardest, the writing where I really don't know even know what I want to try and find, just that there are all these interesting or hard things that I've noticed in the text, or in my life. And this is why, as I write - usually slowly and painfully - I come to know what I think, or at least get to what questions I want to think about...<br />
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Perhaps this is also why I've frequently felt my best writing was academic rather than creative (though I am not convinced that is a fair distinction, because I think that you need a fair to huge amount of creativity to write well academically). Academic writing, while frequently arguing for something, always seemed to me more about the exploration of these arguments - the figuring out of why they are, how they work, what the intersections and connections are - than a presentation of what the author knows... good academic writing anyway... though I am not saying that I think deliberate obsfucation is good here (or anywhere other than vampire role-playing games)... that is rather the opposite of what good writing does - so-called creative or academic writing...<br />
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And it also may be why I've always had such a hard time with the advice to "write what you know" ... I often wonder why this is interesting to anyone, and now realize that question arises because it is not what is interesting to me... I am interested in what I don't know, not what I do... because there is so much out there that I still <i>need</i> to figure out. Learning has always been the point of school for me, not grades or degrees (as my rather checkered and extended academic career might indicate)... so I don't really know what this means for me now, but perhaps I will just let it sit for a while with my broken brain... and then perhaps I will write to figure it out...<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 10px; font-weight: bold; letter-spacing: 1px; text-transform: uppercase;">"IF I HAD TO WRITE A BOOK TO COMMUNICATE WHAT I WAS ALREADY THINKING, I WOULD NEVER HAVE THE COURAGE TO BEGIN. I ONLY WRITE A BOOK BECAUSE I DON'T KNOW EXACTLY WHAT TO THINK ABOUT THIS THING THAT I SO MUCH WANT TO THINK ABOUT, SO THAT THE BOOK TRANSFORMS ME AND TRANSFORMS WHAT I THINK."</span>Tessa K.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10370035306005281479noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8197963.post-45127518914311867312012-04-28T12:49:00.003+09:002012-04-28T13:05:27.468+09:00Food Blog linkage...<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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So, I've noticed that I am reading a lot more food blogs recently... I don't know if this is because of my relatively rural location and its accompanying lack of accessible activities (at least for someone who speaks next to no Korean)... or perhaps it is me missing American food, because no matter how much I love Korean food (a lot!), I do miss many of the things I ate in America... maybe it is not so much missing the food, as missing a sense of community I had in the States - I lived with my sisters, I saw my friends in person, I was able to talk to the vendors at the farmers markets and my favorite shops and have them understand me... whatever the reason, my food blog consumption has been up recently... so I thought I would share a list of the new sites I am loving (there are many others that I love, and have read for a long time - these are just the new ones)...<br />
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These are all "new to me" with in the last month or two, though many have been around for a while... and some of them are a bit more than just food... they tend to reflect my love for writing about life, with recipes... some I love for the beautiful photography, some for the beautiful words, many for both, actually... and they all have wonderful food... anyway, the list...<br />
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<a href="http://alwayswithbutter.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Always with Butter</a></div>
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<a href="http://www.dessertsforbreakfast.com/" target="_blank">Desserts for Breakfast</a></div>
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<a href="http://www.eatallaboutit.com/" target="_blank">Eat All About It</a> ... right now she is writing for the Seattle times at the <a href="http://seattletimes.nwsource.com/html/allyoucaneat/?from=stnv2" target="_blank">All You Can Eat</a> blog</div>
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<a href="http://eatlikeagirl.com/" target="_blank">Eat Like a Girl</a></div>
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<a href="http://lizzieeatslondon.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Hollow Legs</a></div>
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<a href="http://www.remedialeating.com/" target="_blank">Remedial Eating</a></div>
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<a href="http://matthew-rowley.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Rowley's Whiskey Forge</a></div>
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1. <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PCicM6i59_I" target="_blank">The Bach Cello Suites</a><br />
These are part of the reason I went with "musical pieces" instead of just "songs", I knew I wanted to include them and I can't isolate one from the other - not because they are not distinct, but because they flow into each other, and weave themselves into my head. No matter my mood, this music fits. The are perhaps my most favorite musical work of all time, but I really hate to make definitive statements like that.<br />
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2. <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UZpCUer5qvI" target="_blank">Song of the Banshee</a> by Áine Minogue<br />
Haunting, shivery, a beautiful Celtic lament... I have always love Celtic music, but Áine Minogue's album, Celtic Lamentations, came into my life when I needed some way to grieve, and tears weren't cutting it. And this song, even more than the others on the album gave wordless voice to what I couldn't say... and still does...<br />
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3. <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ahi09hiGDbo" target="_blank">My Song</a> by Brandi Carlile<br />
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This song captures a sense of independence that I have always had... sometimes to my detriment, but there you go... it is also representative of a the singer/songwriter, rockin' gals (mostly), that make up the core of my current listening habits - they span quite a range of sounds, not all like this song... but like this song, they get played over and over in my playlists.</div>
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4. <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZyhrYis509A&ob=av2e" target="_blank">Barbie Girl</a> by Aqua<br />
Yes, I know, but I tend to enjoy a little (a lot) of irony in my music - and in my life - and besides, I associate this song with a particularly lovely summer that cemented my relationship with two of my sisters - very different bonds and roles, but made very strong that summer. And we giggled along with this song a lot. And it is so cheerfully awful- really, how could I not love it. All life should have a little absurdity now and then.<br />
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5. <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z0m-4t-Wx9Q" target="_blank">After All</a> by Dar Williams<br />
Dar, more than any other artist, represents the music of my twenties. And this song... oh, this song... line after line of it... I really can't say what all this song means to me... it goes too deep for words... not autobiography, not my life, but truth- my truth... and the more I live, the more it is my truth... "Life chose me after all."<br />
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6. <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YYiMJ2bC65A" target="_blank">Hallelujah</a> by k.d. lang<br />
I have loved this song in all sorts of covers and iterations, but her version is the perfection of the beauty that is this beautiful song... comfort, poignancy, life...<br />
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7. <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FWiyKgeGWx0" target="_blank">O Fortuna</a> by Carl Orff<br />
I love all of Carmina Burana, but the manic energy and sheer drama of O Fortuna - it so accurately represents what it is like to be inside my brain ... not all the time, but more often than I could say... actually, I'm surprised I get as much done as I do...<br />
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8. <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P1RM0Lc0I9Y" target="_blank">Greensleeves</a><br />
My mother loved chamber and classical music and that helped to shape the tastes that I use to create my mental soundtrack... and there is something about this piece that is so intimate and clever and still a bit dramatic - really, the exact kind of thing that I love in music.<br />
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9. <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=O040xuq2FR0&feature=related" target="_blank">She</a> by Elvis Costello<br />
While it's true that I primarily listen to girls, I really need some guys on this list... and, oh, Elvis... the many musical stylings and genre disruptions make him a favorite anyway, but this song is so lovely... and who doesn't want to be "a hundred different things within the measure of a day"... otherwise life is just boring, right?<br />
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10. <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UZrzOZaI7UE" target="_blank">Rhythm Divine</a> by Enrique Iglesias<br />
And Enrique... pop-y, latin, angst-y, sexy, and there's that irony again, intentional or not ... there is so much I love about Enrique. This song is one of my early favorites of his, but I still love it... and though perhaps it is uncool, I still love most of his music. And it's great to dance to... most of his music is great for dancing, actually.<br />
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This was hard - and there is so much music that I love beyond this, and even though the 10 is an arbitrary number, these pieces really do kind of define the core of my musical loves - eclectic, bizarre, and somewhat unpredictable, with a strong preference for folk music of various stripes. One thing that surprised me was that more country music (any?) didn't make this list - I listen to a lot, and have my whole life, but reflecting on it made me realize that it is not the music that is definitive for me... odd, the things you learn about yourself...Tessa K.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10370035306005281479noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8197963.post-65326221542907816272012-03-07T12:00:00.000+09:002012-03-07T12:28:33.846+09:00Wordless Wednesday: Breakfast...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />Tessa K.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10370035306005281479noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8197963.post-20641811230565392012012-03-04T00:40:00.000+09:002012-03-04T00:40:30.460+09:00Red hot birthdays...<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">So, many of my friends are next to impossible to shop for... either because they have esoteric tastes that they just satisfy for themselves, or expensive tastes that I can't afford, or the irritating habit of never "needing" or "wanting" anything...</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">My friend <a href="http://linusinkorea.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Linus</a> is like that, but this year I have the perfect gift. I like cooking </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">(you may have noticed)</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">... or in this case canning... so at first I was going to make him pickles, my garlic refrigerator pickles... because pretty much all the pickles available in Korea are sweet pickles and he hates sweet pickles (so do I, for that matter). But I soon realized/remembered that I couldn't get dill at my local supermarket. So, no dill pickles. But then I had it... You see Linus likes spicy food, so I decided that I would pickle some peppers instead. Peppers are very available at my supermarket.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">I checked out <a href="http://www.punkdomestics.com/" target="_blank">Punk Domestics</a>, my favorite canning site and that led me to <a href="http://www.seriouseats.com/recipes/2011/10/pickled-hot-pepper-rings-recipe.html" target="_blank">this recipe for pickled peppers</a>. I, of course, had to change a few things... for one thing my kitchen is metric now, so some math was called for... and my jars were a different size - more math... and I ended up not having as many peppers - math... but perhaps most distressingly, there was no garlic in the recipe and that simply wouldn't do... so, my version!</span><br />
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<li><span style="color: #303030;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Chop, slice, smell the yumminess!!!</span></span></li>
<li><span style="color: #303030;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Combine vinegar, water and salt in a pot and bring it to a boil.</span></span></li>
<li><span style="color: #303030;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">When brine is boiling, add pepper rings and garlic, and
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necessary, add more brine to return the headspace to 1/2 inch.</span></span></li>
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boiling water bath for 10 minutes (start your timer when the water
returns to a boil, not when the jars first go in) - this is approximately three Enrique Iglesias songs and 7 text messages, in case you forget the timer... not that I would ever do that...</span></span></li>
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<br />Tessa K.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10370035306005281479noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8197963.post-3565289905590255312012-02-28T10:22:00.001+09:002012-02-28T10:22:08.065+09:00Occupy Our Food Supply!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Our food supply, especially in America is so broken... I have not been involved in many of the other Occupy movements, partially because I am so far away from where many of them are happening, but food is perhaps the thing I am most passionate about, so I could not let this day pass completely without<a href="http://ran.org/occupy-our-food-supply" target="_blank"> mentioning this Occupy movement here</a>. Agribusinesses and industrial complexes (Monsanto, Cargill, Tyson, Dupont, ADM, et al.) have hijacked our food system and shifted the focus from nutritious, safe, tasty food for eaters, to how they can make the most money - It is, simply put, evil.<br />
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As always, I would encourage you to think about where you get your food - who made it, where it came from, what chemicals where used to make it and grow it (this includes your meat, not just veggies!) And most importantly, to vote with your wallet. Buy local, sustainable food whenever possible.<br />
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Here is a <a href="http://ran.org/occupy-our-food-supply-letter-support" target="_blank">link to the letter of support</a> for the Occupy Our Food Supply. Many of the signers and organizations supporting this movement have links to their own sites, where you can get more information about the movement, and about actions you can take to make a difference in support of good food - 'cause really, that is one of the most important things in your world!<br />
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This is so important - whether you eat to live, or live to eat, the current system is diminishing your food!Tessa K.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10370035306005281479noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8197963.post-60859806826590276912012-02-19T13:43:00.000+09:002012-02-19T13:43:39.360+09:00Poetry Break<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br /></span><br />
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<pre><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 12px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 12px; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Johnny, the kitchen sink has been clogged for days, some utensil probably fell down there.
And the Drano won't work but smells dangerous, and the crusty dishes have piled up
waiting for the plumber I still haven't called. This is the everyday we spoke of.
It's winter again: the sky's a deep, headstrong blue, and the sunlight pours through
the open living-room windows because the heat's on too high in here and I can't turn it off.
For weeks now, driving, or dropping a bag of groceries in the street, the bag breaking,
I've been thinking: This is what the living do. And yesterday, hurrying along those
wobbly bricks in the Cambridge sidewalk, spilling my coffee down my wrist and sleeve,
I thought it again, and again later, when buying a hairbrush: This is it.
Parking. Slamming the car door shut in the cold. What you called <i>that yearning</i>.
What you finally gave up. We want the spring to come and the winter to pass. We want
whoever to call or not call, a letter, a kiss--we want more and more and then more of it.
But there are moments, walking, when I catch a glimpse of myself in the window glass,
say, the window of the corner video store, and I'm gripped by a cherishing so deep
for my own blowing hair, chapped face, and unbuttoned coat that I'm speechless:
I am living. I remember you.
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</span>Tessa K.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10370035306005281479noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8197963.post-31955159272897733112012-02-12T14:49:00.000+09:002012-02-12T14:49:53.708+09:00A life of the mind...<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">So, as you may or may not know, February, at least for me, is something of a mortal enemy... For years, it has constantly and consistently sucked the joy from my outlook, stamped down my energy, and in various ways preyed upon my mind... It's cold grayness goes far beyond any sort of SAD sort of disarrangement (or perhaps, derangement)... February has been soul crushing in a way that makes other things I've been through - death of loved ones, divorce, distance from dear friends, postponement of dreams - pale by comparison... And perhaps the most baffling aspect of this soul-crushing is that I don't even know why; why I feel as though February is a living, devious, being, one that hates me... And this year was no different, February came and I wanted to curl up and hide until it had passed...</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">I give this explanation, so that it might be understood just how crucial the timing of this post and the events (some, largely mental) that led up to it are.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Leading up... In November, I had settled into Korea well enough to turn my mind to writing - thinking about projects I wanted to start, work on, or possibly complete. Then my computer died, necessitating a great reduction in the time spent on my computer, as I was running from my backup drive until I could comfortably afford the purchase of a new one... and as a devotee of Apple, that took a few months... This break threw me off track of any sort of creative process - my computer is largely the way I communicate with my family and friends, the scholarly and literary communities I follow - the connections that sustain me in a very real way, despite their virtual nature... Towards the end of January, I knew I would be getting a new computer soon, and those thoughts of writing began to return...</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">But then February happened... cold, gray, soul-crunching February... it made me want to sleep constantly, while preventing me from sleeping most nights... that is the daemon that is February...</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">So, Friday night I was up anyway, unable to keep my attention on my novel, having blown through my rss reader, and too enmeshed in the blahs to find other distraction on the internet, when my calendar reminded me that it was time for the live stream of the <a href="http://www.utexas.edu/cola/depts/english/exemplaria/Description.php" target="_blank">Exemplaria Symposium of Surface, Symptom, and the State of Critique</a>... Not something I had read or prepared for in anyway other than reading <a href="http://www.inthemedievalmiddle.com/2012/02/playing-with-fire.html" target="_blank">Jeffrey Cohen's handout on In The Middle</a>... In fact, until that late moment, I hadn't even looked at the schedule beyond glancing and noting it on my calendar. After all, Korea is a long way from Texas, and distance and time meant I would probably not see it anyway. So thanks, February... this is all your fault...</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">On opening the live stream, I was immediately swept under (pardon the pun). I had little context, beyond foundational literary theories, for the thoughts the presenters were raising and responding to, yet I was immediately fascinated - so much so that I, couldn't sleep through the next panel, or the next - when I tried to sleep between them my brain kept waking me up, wondering what I was missing. The symposium brought my brain to life - in a somewhat uncomfortable fashion, even. So, now I have pages of notes, and an extended reading list on a topic I had not really considered at all - at least not in a conscious matter (though anyone associated with the Popular Romance Studies field will confirm that how and why we read is never far beneath the scholarship, due to a frequent necessity to defend <i><b>what</b></i> we read and study).</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Now my brain is so filled with new (to me) thinking about reading, scholarship, and creative generalization that it has pushed out of February's hold... The symposium has cost me quite a bit of sleep, but has re-affirmed my deep, integral need for a life of the mind... </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Now, I only hope that this thinking will lead to writing, and maintain the pressure keeping February at bay...</span><br />
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I did it a bit different this year... I don't have a slow cooker here in Korea (or an oven for that matter), so I had to use a stove top method. I used the ratio of ingredients that I used the for the <a href="http://lapetitefleur.blogspot.com/2008/10/so-applebutter.html">slow cooker method</a>, but this year I added fresh ginger and some green cardamon - since G. isn't here to complain about them. I started out with a low fire until the sugar pulled some of the juices out of the apples. Once I didn't have to worry about burning (as much), I turned the heat up and got a nice boil going. Stir, stir, stir... It cooked down for about an hour and a half. Then I pulled out the cardamon pods, ran an immersion blender through it to smooth it out, and ladled it into jars. Boil the jars for 15 minutes and...<br />
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<br />Tessa K.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10370035306005281479noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8197963.post-87524694306526883132011-10-25T00:43:00.001+09:002011-10-25T20:33:04.327+09:00Jeonju Bibimbap Festival...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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This weekend I went to Jeonju, Jeollabuk-do, South Korea, ostensibly to eat bibimbap. It was after all the annual festival celebrating this awesome food... and it really is an awesome food - I've yet to have an iteration that I haven't liked, though some do shine brighter than others. And I did eat bibimbap. And it was tasty (the best I've had so far, in fact).</div>
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However, I also got a tour of some of L. and B.'s favorite places in their current hometown. First we hit the Hanok village, where the bibimbap festival was being held, and the displays of historical iterations of bibimbap were impressive...<br />
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But we were all pretty hungry, so we moved on to the real thing - and as stated above, it was super tasty. After we were all fully satiated, we browsed around the Hanok village a bit more. There were lovely booths with crafts and food. But there was more to be crammed into the 27 1/2 hours I was in Jeonju, so we wandered over to the Gaeksa - a shopping district a short walk away from the Hanok village.<br />
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The Gaeksa is a wonderland of retail delight, but I managed to resist temptation until we got to Hot Tracks, a stationary store, where I succumbed to the lure of office supplies and scrapbooking necessities. What can I say, they had my favorite pens in colors I didn't, and a box in a box (which has become my desk organizer), and cool fabric tape that I <i>needed</i> to add to my scrapbook of Korea. The little journal was probably unnecessary, but I have a hard time resisting quad-ruled notebooks.<br />
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The night was still young and we were getting hungry again, so after a quick break to let the puppy out at home, we moved on to Chonbuk, which is the district next to Chonbuk National University, where I was introduced B.'s favorite Korean food (maybe favorite food ever?), dak galbi. I took pics of the whole process, but that seems a bit excessive here, so perhaps I'll save that treat for some future post. For now, here is the final product...<br />
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It is a mixture of marinated chicken, vegetables, noodles, rice cakes, and sweet potatoes. They cook it at the table in front of you, periodically stirring and adding more chili sauce. The white-ish river in the middle of the pan is melty cheese. It's served with lettuce in which you wrap the yummy goodness. Which we all clearly enjoyed...<br />
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The dak galbi break revived us, so we moved on to a tour of the neighborhood. There was a bit of shopping to be done here, as well. In fact, we found a purchase my scarf daemon would not let me pass up. The lovely carriages are now mine!</div>
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At this point we were starting to wind down, so we moved on to a lovely little spot called Art & Travel... they have it all...</div>
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The was night finished off sleeping at the jjimjilbang (Korean bathhouse) - it's cheap and not overly uncomfortable, despite the fact that your sleep on the floor in a room full of strangers. That makes it sound much more uncomfortable and awkward than it actually is, but it is also an accurate description of the experience, so I guess this really is a case of 'you had to be there'.</div>
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Upon waking... ok, really upon finally getting up and ready... we went off to eat. Again. This time we satisfied my craving for American breakfast... kinda. In Korea, breakfast, even the American one, comes with salad. But hey, hash browns make it all good. Then we walked some more. This time back in the Gaeksa for the things that L. forgot to buy in the excitement of facilitating my Gaeksa initiation the night before. We took a little break at Ann House Cafe Self Bar (or Ann's Self House, according to B.). It's like having tea (and cake!) in a doll house.</div>
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Revived, we resumed the pursuit of purchasable items, Halloween and pet paraphernalia for B. and L. and irresistible office supplies for me. (No, I don't have a problem. Why do you ask?) </div>
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Shopping made us all hungry again, so they fed me once more before I had to head back to the bus station. My camera was already packed, so I will have to post pictures of shabu shabu next time, because, oh, yes, there will be a next time! Yummy!</div>
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So that was my weekend of eating and walking, and eating and walking, and eating and walking.</div>Tessa K.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10370035306005281479noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8197963.post-64092359190191331922011-10-21T23:33:00.001+09:002011-10-21T23:33:32.540+09:00Poetry Break...<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">... 'cause I can't get this one out of my head - thank you very much, Mr. Poe...</span><br />
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<li>Kimchi - I haven't tried cucumber kimchi yet, but I think I've tasted most of the other kinds</li>
<li>Mandu (and manduguk) - dumplings</li>
<li>Toeji galbi - grilled pork ribs</li>
<li>Toast (which unlike American toast, is actually an egg sandwich with various other things on it, depending on the kind of toast i.e. ham and cheese toast is egg, ham, and cheese)</li>
<li>Toenjang jigae - bean paste soup/stew</li>
<li>Kimchi jigae - kimchi soup/stew</li>
<li>Seafood pancakes</li>
<li>Bibimbap - deliciousness! rice, veggies, chili paste, and an egg (sometimes meat, too)</li>
<li>Gimbap - a rice roll similar to sushi hand rolls, but I like it better - this is what I usually have on my supper break</li>
<li>Chuseok rice cakes</li>
<li>Many banchan (side dishes) for which I don't have names</li>
<li>Snacks - the snacks (junk food) here is somewhat different... things I expect to be sweet are sometimes salty, and even when they aren't, they are rarely as sweet as I am used to... and things I think will be salty are almost always sweeter than I expect.</li>
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"AQUARIUS (Jan. 20-Feb. 18): Right now you have license to make pretty much everything bigger and funnier and wickeder. Good fortune is likely to flow your way as you seek out experiences that are extra interesting and colorful and thought-provoking. This is no time for you to be shy about asking for what you want or timid about stirring up adventure. Be louder and prouder than usual. Be bolder and brighter, nosier and cozier, weirder and more whimsical. The world needs your very best idiosyncrasies and eccentricities!"</div>
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So, how about it? Which of my eccentricities does the world need to see more of...? My obsession with useless trivia? My fascination with cookbooks and food traditions? My deep enjoyment of romance novels? My tendency to interrupt with whatever bizarre path my brain has taken, regardless of the conversation's current path? My deep and somewhat irritating love for ellipses...?</div>
Tessa K.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10370035306005281479noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8197963.post-73561897839661773062011-09-29T12:39:00.000+09:002011-09-29T12:39:34.503+09:00Einstein Quote of the Day..."If you want your children to be intelligent, read them fairy tales. If you want them to be more intelligent, read them more fairy tales."<br />
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I love a point of view that favors fairy tales and the intelligence of children. It's nice to know that Einstein didn't worry about children being able to tell fact from fiction.<br />
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<br />Tessa K.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10370035306005281479noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8197963.post-86262833986274241902011-09-27T20:36:00.000+09:002011-09-27T20:36:00.117+09:00Mini-rant... Taxes, because for real, No man is and island...I am so sick of people, particularly American people, complaining about taxes... yes, that general pissy-ness has made it on to my radar, even here on the other side of the world. This quote pretty much sums up for me why people, even even corporations (whether they are people or not), need to shut up and pay their dues...<br />
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"There is nobody in this country who got rich on his own. Nobody.
You built a factory out there? Good for you. But I want to be clear: you moved your goods to market on the roads the rest of us paid for; you hired workers the rest of us paid to educate; you were safe in your factory because of police forces and fire forces that the rest of us paid for. You didn’t have to worry that marauding bands would come and seize everything at your factory, and hire someone to protect against this, because of the work the rest of us did.
Now look, you built a factory and it turned into something terrific, or a great idea? God bless. Keep a big hunk of it. But part of the underlying social contract is you take a hunk of that and pay forward for the next kid who comes along."
— Elizabeth Warren at <a href="http://www.washingtonmonthly.com/political-animal/2011_09/the_underlying_social_contract032342.php?utm_source=feedburner&utm_medium=feed&utm_campaign=Feed:%20washingtonmonthly/rss%20(Political%20Animal%20at%20Washington%20Monthly)">Political Animal - ‘The underlying social contract’</a>Tessa K.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10370035306005281479noreply@blogger.com0Gwangju-si, South Korea37.4171413 127.256141337.3919188 127.21665929999999 37.442363799999995 127.2956233tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8197963.post-79117901494726244492011-09-23T22:45:00.000+09:002011-09-23T22:50:14.707+09:00List: Things that make me happy...<br />
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<li>Eve Dallas</li>
<li>Lady Antebellum</li>
<li>bizarre, yet tasty, Korean pizza</li>
<li>colored pens</li>
<li>new notebooks</li>
<li>jasmine green tea</li>
<li>clean dishes</li>
<li>my stuffed frog, Natasha</li>
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Last Wednesday, the 7th, I got to Reagan National Airport at 4:30 am to begin my trek across the country, and then across the Pacific Ocean. The next 25 hours are lost in a blur of airpot trams, plane boardings, and too-small airplane seats. I arrived in Korea around 6 pm local time, on the 8th. After running the gauntlet of immigration, baggage claim, and customs, the very helpful information desk people helped me buy my bus ticket to the correct Gwangju (the one in Gyungki-do). They also guided me through ground transportation to the correct stop to wait for my bus. </div>
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I moved into my apartment on Saturday, after staying with my school director and his family for a couple days while the previous teacher moved out. As you will see from the pictures, I am not completely settled and organized... that may happen sometime around when I have to pack to leave, if I know me.</div>
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This view is standing on my bed, all the way in the opposite corner of the apartment.</div>
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Here's my little patio, complete with washing machine and drying rack.</div>
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And my tiny, unseparated bathroom - I'm not quite used to showering in the middle of the room yet.</div>
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I arrived for the festival of <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chuseok">Chuseok</a>, and so even more than normal, my Korean hosts were anxious to make sure I had enough to eat.</div>
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These are the traditional rice cakes - my favorites were the ones with sesame and honey filling.</div>
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Here we have the radish kimchi that is my new favorite food. Homemade and delicious!</div>
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Tessa K.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10370035306005281479noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8197963.post-8779593758821742752011-07-15T01:01:00.005+09:002011-07-15T01:45:50.697+09:00A new adventure...Much has happened since last we spoke (or really, I wrote at you), my loyal readers. In that time I have applied for and achieved a job teaching overseas, visited my sisters, seen a city that was new to me, moved my things, and I am now staying with my sisters (first G, then M) until it's time to fly. Whew! That's a lot.<div><br /></div><div>So, for the news that is probably of most interest to those of you who read here... Teaching overseas. I will be English teaching in Korea, <a href="http://english.gjcity.go.kr/index.asp">in a city just outside of Seoul</a>. There are things about the job that make me nervous - no Korean language experience, young children - but for the most part I am overwhelmingly excited to begin. I am excited for the new place and the experiences, hopefully good experiences. This will be an opportunity for me to expand my teaching experience, and at the same time I might be able to save a little money and pay down some of my student loan debt.</div><div><br /></div><div>This doesn't mean that I am done with academia - I am still following along on the internet, keeping track of what is going on in my various realms of interest. But I am taking this time to figure out what it is I want to pursue - food, medieval lit, popular romance studies - and how it is best to pursue that primary interest once I figure it out. I am pretty sure food will be involved, but how and in what combination of ideas I don't yet know. My teaching schedule should give me a fair amount of writing time, as well. Which I hope to use not only for the aforementioned figuring, but also to work on projects and papers I've started but have not ever thought through and written out. Perhaps in the process of finishing, I will also be figuring. I am also going to spend a lot of time reading - my reading list I never finished, new philosophers I've stumbled across, food memoirs I've added to my list, my auto-buy authors that I can get my hands on in Korea. I've been stocking up on eBooks, as I only get two suitcases. And also because I love the format.</div><div><br /></div><div>I am not sure what this move will mean for me on the cooking front. It's my understanding that most of the eating in Korea is done out, in a very tasty and inexpensive way. This is exciting for the cuisine I will get to taste, but disturbing that I won't have the comforts of my accustomed kitchen or the excitement of learning new techniques and dishes. However it happens, though, I am looking forward to exploring the cuisine.</div><div><br /></div><div>I will report more as the adventure unfolds...</div>Tessa K.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10370035306005281479noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8197963.post-30983137125887805362011-05-20T06:34:00.001+09:002011-05-20T07:22:17.598+09:00100 Word Challenge: Before YouI am attempting to regularly participate in <a href="http://www.velvetverbosity.com/">The 100 Word Challenge</a>. Each week, Velvet Verbosity posts a prompt, and participants write 100 words, in any form, in response to the word. This week's word: Chasm<div><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;">Before You</div><br />There is a line between the before time and the after time - deep, indelible, uncrossable.<br />Before you I ate everything without even thinking about it;<br />After you I eat everything because I might not have the chance.<br />Before you I wanted to go everywhere so I wouldn’t be here;<br />After you I want to go everywhere to experience there.<br />Before you I took pictures through lenses without meaning;<br />After you I take pictures in a heart without filters.<br />Before you I feared nothing and faced nothing;<br />After you I fear everything and face anything.<br />Death changes everything;<br />And nothing.<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><script src="http://www.linkytools.com/basic_linky_include.aspx?id=88944" type="text/javascript"></script></div></div>Tessa K.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10370035306005281479noreply@blogger.com3