November 2008

Today, my mom decided to give me a folder full of a bunch of stuff I did when I was little – drawings, certificates, etc – and I simply had to share.

So here I present a lovely project entitled “My Bulb Observations.”

Apparently I was supposed to get  daffodil bulb and….watch it. Which seems simple enough, right? And I’m leaving the bad spelling, because it’s just too funny.

A poem:

A little yellow cup

A little yellow frill

A little yellow star

and that’s a daffodil.

Day 1 of ‘observations:’ I brought my daffodil bulb from the nursery. My bulbs water sun and soil to grow. I will put my pot on the porch.

Middle: My bulb has not grown yet. It is still under the dirt.

April 1st: My bulb got lost I dont now wer it is and I now that my bulb did died.

Ok, is this not THE worst project ever? I planted the bulb, somewhere, and then I LOST IT? How do you even do that? But note that although I didn’t know where the thing went, I knew that it was dead. Suspicious. Very suspicious.

So as Thanksgiving draws near, and cooking becomes a priority, I thought I would also share some ‘recipes’ that my preschool compiled in 1991.

“Unforgettable Recipes”

Eggs (Misha): You get a spachula and make them. Sometimes we go to McDonalds and it comes out really quick and we eat it.

Cake (Raymond): Stir it in a bowl. Put some sugar in it, and chocolate. Put it in the oven and bake it for 2 minutes and when it says “ding” you eat it all up. Eat cookies with it.

Fish (Zachary): Put it in the water and cook it.

Vegetables (Tommy): Boil them in hot steaming water. Put cinnamon sticks in them. Broccoli: Cook it like a carrot.

Cookies (ME!): Roll the dough up first and then you flatten it out. Then put the cookie cutter in the dough. Then put chocolate chips in ti. Then you put it in the oven. One time we made candy-cane shapes and they got so hard and you couldn’t biet it at all!

And a little stranger….

Snakes (tommy): Take out the fangs with gloves. Then you boil them. It tastes like chicken. No spices or anything.

Potato chips (Misha): You can make lots. You can make chocolate chip. Mash the potatoes and put some maple syrup in then to make it sweeter – mash and masg and mash, then take a round thing – a round ball and you throw it. And then you spray it and then take some chocolate beans in it and that’s how you make potato chips.

And there you have it. Culinary Geniuses at age 5.


This is a bit belated, but I’ve been a busy little grad student lately. This post also seems destined to be a little choppy, as I’m not feeling any one long consistent thought. Such is life.

Alright America,  (Yes, I am channeling the late Bernie Mac for a moment) you and I have a love/hate relationship.

In what was basically the first big election for my generation, a democrat won. And though it may seem cliche, Obama actually makes me proud, in a teary cheering sort of way. All I can say is – Thank God we don’t have to suffer through another 4 years of backward logic. Maybe things will, dare I say it, improve!

And prop 4 did NOT pass, which is a giant sigh of relief. Laws like that don’t protect anyone, they only harm those certain women who might get hurt or put in danger because of it. It’s not the government’s job to act as a parental emmissary in those kinds of matters. If you can’t tell your parents yourself, well that’s your personal issue.

And…prop 8 DID pass. What saddens me, though I cling to the hope that enough people are seeing that this kind of discrimination should not be allowed in our country and state, and maybe it will be overturned. A huge percentage of propositions fail anyhow, because they are poorly written, so maybe prop 8 will…die.

On another note, I recently discovered that there was a gas leak in my stove for quite awhile. Which means that, for the past many days, I was breathing in toxic fumes. In my house. Super exciting. I wondered why every time I baked something I felt all light-headed. However, now that there is no more excess gas – a silly phrase in itself – I’m not sure if I feel any different.

The weather is freakishly warm this week. To borrow a phrase from Kramer, I can’t get in the zone. I’m ready for my friend the cold to come back. I miss my sweaters! But, since the rain ended all the fields in Sonoma county have turned green and beautiful, which is fantastic since they’ve been brown since June. Of course, I have to look at them through windows because as the grass grows, the allergens also grow. And the sneezes begin. Oh the sneezes.

Such is life.