Oh, missed that: I wish you luck and bravery you won't have to use, sj.
'Ariel'
Spike's Bitches 45: That sure as hell wasn't in the brochure.
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{{sj}} I hope you get useful information.
mmmm, the Chinese do some amazing things with that wheat gluten. I can recall a lovely meal in a Buddhist monastery at the top of a mountain somewhere. They served a stew made of gluten and black mushrooms and wood ears and I don't even know what. It was delicious.
Sj, all good thoughts for your appointment. And may it bring you relief.
I know that Vietnamese cuisine has tons of faux fish and meat made from wheat gluten as part of their tradition. The story I hear (which may be legend rather than fact) is that rich Buddhist monks in Vietnam developed these recipes so they could stay vegetarian while living a life of luxury. So wheat gluten shrimp, wheat gluten pork and so on. What I've had in the local Vietnamese place always tasted pretty good to me.
{{{sj}}} Good thoughts that your appointment goes well.
In New to Amuse:
A few weeks back, at Sakura-con, Lewis bought a t-shirt that had a parody of a Very Famous Painting screened on it.
He wore it yesterday and Abby took one look and said, "Oh my God, what did they do to Dali's Persistence of Memory?"
Dudes-- I have a twelve-year-old who knew the artist and the name of the piece.
All I could say was "I'm so proud." All Lewis could say was "I'm so scared."
And was outraged what they did to it. Way to raise up a person, Barb. Good on you.
When I saw the Dali exhibit, I was surprised at how tiny the actual Persistence of Memory is. Much smaller than prints of it usually are.
My father has a similar shirt, with the clocks replaced by guitars. He also recently got me a shirt with a picture of a melting Rubik's cube on it. I'm not quite sure what that one is supposed to mean, but he says that he saw it and decided that I had to have it. (I'm sure my mother was consulted, because there's no way he would have figured out what size to get me on his own.)
went to baseball game with friends instead of packing. Had lots of coke-cola at game to stay awake. Was hoping it would keep me awake a bit to work into the night. Not working. Thinking sleep would be better. Ack. Movers come Friday morning. Must pack iMac and side screen, dismantle corner desk unit, unwire & pack entertainment center, and pack clothes. And clean. Thankfully they are doing the kitchen, but still have to do dishes so they can do kitchen. Ack! Not. Quite. Panic... (yet).