This is such a lovely little space, and I never know what to do with it.
It seems to be in limbo, along with everything else in my life these days. Stay tuned to see what happens…
You have been warned; I’m about to talk geek!
A’ight, so all this idiot is missing is a webcam!
These are the specs:
Case: Fractal Define Mini (mini-tower @ 15.8″ tall)
Board: ASUS P8Z77-M mATX
CPU: Intel Core i7 3770K (3.5GHz)
CPU cooler:Noctua NH-D14
Misc: 1TB HDD, DVD burner, card reader I may/may not use :p
What’s that? No video card you say? I ran out of money/early birthday graces! :O
Aww hell, I don’t even know what I want, except some heat-shrink tubing before I go putting everything together. Once that heatsink goes on, it’s never coming off again, and apparently there is the potential for the heatsink to kiss the graphics card, depending. I had such a laugh that Noctua says “use tubing… or duct tape.” Not sure if I’m going to love or hate the card reader. The external drive bays are covered with a sound-dampening door. I don’t use it every day, but I’m thinking that’s less trouble than going into the basement to use the printer hooked up to the router every time I dump photos from the camera. We’ll find out! This is what it’s going to look like:
I’m a little annoyed that I couldn’t re-use my current burner… absolutely nothing wrong with it, and I’ve almost never used it, but it’s old and IDE, so obsolete. Pooh. It’s like my floppy drive in my current case: legacy support, haha. I need a system with a drive in it because about once a year someone needs to install something… really wanted to drop $60 on the Blu-Ray reader/DVD burner for the lightscribe, but the hubby disapproved, alas. Can’t wait to research a nice video card and maybe a monitor, but the Cintiq 21Ux and the built in graphics will just have to do!
Anyway, I sqwee. <3
What began as a promising effort to make lemon-ginger muffins was waylaid by a curiosity for the candied ginger recipe I stumbled across at the same time.
I thought to myself, “This looks deceptively easy! I’ll first make the candied ginger, then add them to my muffins…” Well, if you’re anything like me, you’ll make these first and think about muffins tomorrow. Maybe.
The original recipe can be found here by David LeBovitz. In my haste and excitement, I inadvertently modified the recipe and then had to wing it, but I would call my results a success, so I will list my recipe below.
It really is that simple. Using a spoon turned away from you, use it like a peeler to scrape the skin off your ginger. The skin will peel easily and you will lose almost no ginger when peeling. Slice the ginger thinly (I cut them again because I wanted chunks for my muffins instead of candies to eat).
This is not what the original recipe calls for, but I then threw everything in a pot and simmered on low for an hour. The water will be quite syrupy by this point, and I fished all the pieces of ginger out with a spoon and placed them on a plate to cool.
What to do with all that syrup? It will harden if you let it cool, so reserve it and go bake some lemon muffins to drizzle it over! Me, I’m going to do that… tomorrow.
Fancy to see you all here, again.
I really do love this space, even if it doesn’t look like it.
I’ve never really known how to express myself here, and so the pages sit empty, but what a waste and what a shame… So to new beginnings and old friends, and here, let’s try again! Perhaps it’s easier if I just try to be, well, myself, right?
It’s been fall here in Manitoba for a few weeks now. My lawn sits with a carpeted with beautiful, golden leaves. We’ve already experienced a few light frosts in the evening… unfortunately I wasn’t paying close attention and my tomato plants suffered. Things are very busy here with our family as my husband is currently putting in long hours between work and school, leaving around 5am and coming home no sooner than 7:30pm, so I opted to pull them up, even though there was a lot of vigour left in them, as there are just so many things to do being responsible for a household of four.
I now have a large basket of tomatoes that I hope will counter ripen. We shall see!
I think the most exciting part of fall right now is collecting all the seeds! This is my first year doing so, with various success. I collected calendulas, cosmos, and snapdragons, for example, but the poppies were sewn very late and my husband accidentally weeded half of them, so I ended up with 5 flowers, and two haven’t blossomed yet and it’s the beginning of October! One of the pods seems to be rotting, so I’m afraid I won’t have any flowers to replant, let alone seeds to eat! Which will be a shame, as every blossom has been different!
I have been waiting all year to make lemon poppy seed muffins.
I’ve actually never been a great fan of them, but I’ve had the notion all spring that maybe if I made my own, maybe it would be different, and certainly from all the recipes I’ve read in the past few days (my patience has run out!), home made will definitely be better
Anywho, that’s all for now… those muffins don’t make themselves! Cross your fingers for me, I get that done!
She sat in the corner booth, carefully studying the handle of the mug warming her fingertips.
Willing herself, no, steeling herself,
she amended privately, to avoid the intense urge to peer over her mulled cider
and meet his cautious gaze.
They sat there with hoods drawn up, sharing the same space, the same moment in time…
but strangers by all outward appearances as they occupied the shaded corner.
“I used to dream, you know,” she spoke softly.
“I used to dream of two children. Sometimes a boy and a girl, some times not. Quite often, I imagined they were two little girls.
Two beautiful children running towards a house – our house – in excitement; the youngest struggling slightly to keep up as they rushed to
I used to marvel at how the sun made their hair shine almost blonde despite the copper,
and at how beautiful it was as I slipped my arm around your waist and nestled my cheek into the crook of your arm,
sighing a sigh of contentment.
I used to watch them as they ran forward, giggling all the while,
willing the fates to slip up and offer a glimpe of what they would look like,
knowing instead I’d just have to be patient and wait.”
“That was the dream,” she told her cider.
“It never really changed, that dream; there was only ever two children and not the five I promised to long for.
I always privately wondered about that.
But I was happy and complete, and longed for naught more.”
“No, no, no, you idiot!” she hissed.
“What the hell are you doing, standing there?!”
Her hand reached down with practiced, unseeing
guidance to stroke his fur as he emmited a low growl.
She almost snorted, “Relax, you.”
“Whatever she’s thinking, she won’t go any closer.”
“No dancing in the fields for you.”
He continued to bristle and twitch under her hand,
but withdrew his verbal complaint.
She had stopped in the field and looked out across the darkness,
but knew she no longer knew the way.
It was quiet in the twilight.
The water made silent ripples as it lapped against the shore.
The only telltale sign of their presence was the gentle “thwap” of
the lure breaking its surface as it lazily sunk to the bottom.
She looked over at her companion.
Two steadfast glowing orbs peered back at her in the stoic silence,
and gave an imperceptible nod before glancing away.
“Yup,” she said,
as she continued to cast in companionable silence.
into this abyss of my own making.
so dark as the blackest night
all around me
save the pinhole
up above me.
thin and reedy,
my dear friend.
Here to pull me out
like the time
(and the time that will be again)
I’d like to
Fingerpaint secret messages
Between you and I
On the papery canvas
Of your skin.
Take that winding path
while I get lost
in your eyes.
the heady scent
Of your freshly washed hair.
Lazily sate my hunger
With the brush of your skin
Caressing my lips.
Bury my soul
Within the essence of yours.
~I want to take~
~All these emotions~
Sleeping in my belly.
Slithering under my skin.
~and fly high and free with them~
(but they are)
under lock and key.
Left to be forgotten about,
Like a familiar dream.
(What goes around comes back around they say)
(circling again and again)
(these silverlight stirrings of my soul)
(left to drift)
(through my fingers)
(like fine sand)