It's Friday again, already?
Jan. 24th, 2020 10:56 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
capri0mni1) Have I mentioned here, yet, that I started a Soundcloud account, so I could post my reading aloud of my poems -- right now, especially, the poems in my book The Monsters' Rhapsody: Disability, Culture & Identity? There are 30 poems in the chapbook, and so far, I've done the first two: The Monsters' Rhapsody and Anthem (For the People of No Nation). I still plan on making videos of the poems, but I also want to have them up on multiple platforms, and there's less of a mental block in making them audio only.
2) I'm just so discouraged by the Impeachment, knowing ahead of time that it's a foregone conclusion that Lord Dampnut will be acquitted because of blind party loyalty.
3) Here's a video I watched this last week, about how the word "Straight" came to mean "Heterosexual." It's nice to see the privileged center of our culture get interrogated, sometimes, too (Wuth human-edited closed captions):
4) I can't remember if I've shared this before, but I'm sharing it now, anyway, because I just had it for lunch, and it was really tasty I make this in a microwavable, moisture resistant paper bowl, so I don't have to worry about cleanup):
Smooth, "natural style" almond butter (The kind where the oil separates from the solids, if you leave sitting for very long,* thinned with egg whites (I use the pre-separated whites from a carton, because spasticity), until it's a an even thick consistency, like heavy cream, seasoned with salt, sugar and cinnamon to taste. Into this mixture, toss small, mouse-bite sized pieces of somewhat stale bread (Martin's whole wheat potato bread is my favorite kind, so far), and stir them around until there is no puddle of liquid in the bowl, and the bread bits are evenly soaked through and squishy. Zap in the microwave until the egg is fully cooked and firm (I use a 700 Watt oven, and it takes 3 minutes. If I put raisins in the mix, I'll add a bit of water, and zap the thing at 50% power for two minutes, and full power for another two minute, so the raisins can hydrate before the egg mix is fully cooked. This also works with peanut butter. But cashew butter comes out with a weird texture.
*Oh, and an easier way of dealing with oil separating out of nut butters: if you have a few days, weeks, or months before you have to open the jar, just store the jar upside down, and let the oil redistribute its own damned self.
5) I know that last week, I said I wouldn't talk any more about the Spongebob Musical for a while, but when my brain gets hold of a good story that has flaws, it tends to worry at those flaws like a tongue wiggling a loose tooth. So, here are three of them:
And that's five.
2) I'm just so discouraged by the Impeachment, knowing ahead of time that it's a foregone conclusion that Lord Dampnut will be acquitted because of blind party loyalty.
3) Here's a video I watched this last week, about how the word "Straight" came to mean "Heterosexual." It's nice to see the privileged center of our culture get interrogated, sometimes, too (Wuth human-edited closed captions):
4) I can't remember if I've shared this before, but I'm sharing it now, anyway, because I just had it for lunch, and it was really tasty I make this in a microwavable, moisture resistant paper bowl, so I don't have to worry about cleanup):
Smooth, "natural style" almond butter (The kind where the oil separates from the solids, if you leave sitting for very long,* thinned with egg whites (I use the pre-separated whites from a carton, because spasticity), until it's a an even thick consistency, like heavy cream, seasoned with salt, sugar and cinnamon to taste. Into this mixture, toss small, mouse-bite sized pieces of somewhat stale bread (Martin's whole wheat potato bread is my favorite kind, so far), and stir them around until there is no puddle of liquid in the bowl, and the bread bits are evenly soaked through and squishy. Zap in the microwave until the egg is fully cooked and firm (I use a 700 Watt oven, and it takes 3 minutes. If I put raisins in the mix, I'll add a bit of water, and zap the thing at 50% power for two minutes, and full power for another two minute, so the raisins can hydrate before the egg mix is fully cooked. This also works with peanut butter. But cashew butter comes out with a weird texture.
*Oh, and an easier way of dealing with oil separating out of nut butters: if you have a few days, weeks, or months before you have to open the jar, just store the jar upside down, and let the oil redistribute its own damned self.
5) I know that last week, I said I wouldn't talk any more about the Spongebob Musical for a while, but when my brain gets hold of a good story that has flaws, it tends to worry at those flaws like a tongue wiggling a loose tooth. So, here are three of them:
- After watching the musical, I got intrigued as to its origin. And that's when I learned that the creator (Stephen Hillenburg) originally wanted the show to end after 3 seasons. If Nickelodeon had allowed that to happen, instead of relying on the show to be a weight-bearing pillar of the network, then the Tina Landau and Kyle Jarrow would have had more leeway, emotionally, to go a little bit darker, and not stick so closely to the tone of a Saturday Morning cartoon, because the primary audience would be people who were kids 20 years ago, instead of people who are kids, today (that said, I think kids today can totally handle a darker emotional tone than grown-ups give them credit for. Not that the executives who oversaw each stage of the production would understand that).
- One of the things that bothered me about the play was that the Spongebob's main goal of the entire plot was to save his town and realize his potential as a hero. But in the script, his happy ending was getting to be manager of the restaurant; that just seemed like a big anticlimax. I've since learned that that particular plot point was a callback to the first Spongebob Movie. It's occurred to me that they could have picked up the play after the events of the movie -- with Spongebob already manager, but still frustrated, because everyone is still treating him like a little kid (because even though he has a manager's responsibilities, he still likes to blow bubbles, and eat ice cream).
- One of the darker emotional threads of the story that the play pulls back from is that all four of the core characters share a similar angst of not being heard -- of no one understanding that each of them bring something important to the table. That's why it really annoys me (the more I think about it) how the script has it as a running joke that Spongebob always interrupts Patrick mid-sentence. That's not "BFF" Behavior. Just Saying.
And that's five.
