Friday, April 28, 2006

Google Image Survey...

You know what they say about the linguistic value of pictures...

Both Shannon and Grum have posted theirs, and since I rather enjoy the photographic representation, I decided to post my very own version :)

My Name:

The age I will be on my next birthday:

The place where I live:

My favourite colour:

The place I want to go on vacation (I couldn't choose, so here is a selection):

My favourite drink (GreyGoose. Wet. With or without Sake...):

My favourite animal (awwwwww isn't he CUTE?!?!?):

My friend's nickname (actually TWO friends... hm):

The name of my pet (I don't actually have a pet, but if I did, this would be one of the contenders for a name):

My bad habit (need I say more??):

Thursday, April 27, 2006

Buchimge. Yum.

Last night, I learned how to make buchimge, which is my favorite (and oh-so easy to create, as it turns out) Korean treat. My students call it "Korean Pizza", but it's not actually pizza at all... more like a hybrid of a crepe and an omelet. Yummy!

And now I can make it in the comfort of my own home. One of my students informs me that it is best consumed on a rainy day with a cold beer. Hmmmmm... beer? (check!) rainy day? (just wait a few hours... check!)

I plan to assail Tobin with the delights of buchimge at some point this weekend... hopefully we will also be able to arrange for the beer and the rain to complete the experience... But don't tell her! It's a SURPRISE! Ha! Oh wait... what if she reads this??... oh well. Still. Nobody tell her, kay???

For those of you who are wondering, it is pronounced boo-chim-gay (contrary to the opinions of certain parties, who shall remain nameless, it is not 'butt-cheek') and is composed of flour, eggs, water, and pretty much whatever veggies you have lying around your fridge. There is also the high-test version, which utilizes kimchi (Korean radishes and hot peppers wrapped in cabbage and left to ferment for a while- you've got to try it to know that it's yummy!) and tuna. This is a bit zippy, but seriously yummy too. Serve with a soy-sesame dipping sauce... Hmmmmmm... ok. now I'm hungry.

Monday, April 24, 2006

In honour.

In honour of the re-emergence of my dear friend Elliott, human encyclopedia, brilliant PhD candidate, and sous chef extrodinaire, a song:

Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee love you Smelliott!
Oh yes, weee do!
Weee love you Smelliott!
Oh yes, it's true!
When you're not near us, weee are blue!
Ohhhhhhhhhhhh Smelliott!
Weee love you!!!!

It was good to talk to you Elliott. With any luck, I'll be seeing you and Suzanne soon!

Tuesday, April 18, 2006

There goes Peter Cottontail...

Well, that's it. Tuesday is the new Monday- for this week at least... Sadly our spectacular long weekend has come to a close and now we must all eagerly await the next.

It was a magnifcently splendid spring weekend, complete with one fabulous day and three rainy ones... Who could ask for more, really?

The Market was certifiably insane on Saturday- everyone out to get their goodies for Easter Sunday and such- many folks home for the weekend and loading up on samosas...

The Tulip Man was being swarmed when I happened upon him in search of my weekly bunch- he was selling faster than he could bunch them. I was a little annoyed with two of the women who seemed to be trying to buy him out single-handedly. They actually argued over who got the last red and orange variegated tulip as if their Easter centre-pieces would be completely ruined without that one crucial flower. Grrrrrr...

but I digress....

As it turns out, my students (not being from a Christian country) had never heard of Easter before this year. Thus we have spent some time over the past few weeks discussing the point of the whole thing, the traditions, etc. It's quite amusing to watch an eleven-year-old crumple her face in confusion and disdain when you try to tell her (with a perfectly straight face) that North American children believe that their Easter chocolate is delivered to them by a giant Bunny (whom some have dubbed Peter Cottontail). Stick it in the same category as Santa and the Tooth Fairy- she knows she's being sold a bill of goods and she's not buying.

Their inquiries about what is consumed for Easter dinner (they are quite obsessed with "Canadian" food at the moment) were also very amusing- especially when I had to explain why roast rabbit was not only not common fare for the meal, but probably a bad idea...
visions of traumitized six-year-olds and tentative enquiries of "Mommy, are we eating the Easter Bunny?" danced through my head. Hee.

So, here I sit, one brunch, two magnificent Easter dinners, copious amounts of cheap chocolate, and four GLORIOUS days off richer than I was this time last week.


I love Easter weekend. Can't wait to do it all again next year!

Saturday, April 15, 2006

Now that makes my morning coffee taste better!

I love long weekends.

Love them.

And what's better than a regular old three-day long weekend?

You guessed it!! A FOUR day long weekend!

I woke up this morning feeling like Sunday, but then came to the joyous realization that I had THREE WHOLE DAYS of weekend left.


Tuesday, April 11, 2006

an ode to magnetic verbiage

I'm back!

I can't say for how long, but negotiations have been going well with the office, and I am hopeful that the hostage situation will soon be fully resolved.

In light of my joyous return to the blogosphere, I have decided to share something that has never been seen or heard outside of my humble little apartment...

Magnetic Poems!!!!!!

That's right. I, like many others, am almost completely, and irreversibly addicted to magnetic poetry... but there's a twist to this addiction... UNlike many others, MY magnetic poetry does not reside on the refrigerator... oh no!

Given the location of the fridge in the kitchen, this would almost certainly turn into a massive logistical nightmare and a giant pain in the ass. Thus, my roommate and I had the BRILLIANT idea to stick the verbose magnets on our washing machine...

... which just happens to be positioned directly across from the toilet.

Genius I say! GENIUS!!!

So here, for your viewing pleasure, are the little ditties that currently reside in my bathroom. They have been composed by various parties, including, but not limited to, myself, my roommate, and her boyfriend... Enjoy!

to do: watch goddess and drool into milk

Summer boils away mists of winter

I use my tongue like a knife

luscious purple hair swims after the girl

Spring is a garden of chocolate eggs and a life of love

worship the black dress

he is crying beneath me

storms never recall the flood

take power through sordid produce

delicate beauty would rust near your bitterness

men bloody sweat and moan needlessly like the wind licking at your feet

shadowy visions were like sweet rain

I eat a peach as lustfully as smearing honey on bare skin on a wet spring day

Tuesday, April 04, 2006

Writing from beneath a large pile of wood-products...

I have not posted for a while...

(yes, I hear the resounding chorus of "DUH!")

...and I fear it will be a while before I am able to post again.

The office has taken me hostage and is refusing to negotiate at this point in time.

I promise that I shall return to the blogosphere with a vengeance as soon as I have managed to quell the beast that is my desk and the mammoth pile of paper threatening to collapse and either suffocate or crush me (both are viable possibilities)...

until then, I shall be missing you all terribly!

remember me fondly!