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| Wizard's First Rule by Terry Goodkind |
[15 Nov 2009|06:55pm] |
People are stupid: given proper motivation, almost anyone will believe almost anything. Because people are stupid, they will believe a lie because they want to believe it's true, or because they are afraid it might be true.
Wizard's First Rule (The Sword of Truth), by Terry Goodkind
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| Snowy Gingerbread Cupcakes |
[15 Nov 2009|01:31pm] |
Yesterday we had a little girls' night and I made those yummy little fellows for it.
(Okay, I snicked that pic from the original recipe, because my camera is not here at the moment. But mine looked just as good, promised =). )
( Recipe behind the cut. )
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[14 Nov 2009|07:45pm] |
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Hello everyone. Picture overload of goodies and also, in need of some help.
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| WONDER BAKER |
[14 Nov 2009|04:44pm] |
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My friend's schoolmate is throwing her sister a birthday party & she asked me if i could make the cupcakes. LUCKY ME!
She wanted Wonder Women Theme & I've never in my baking life used fondant, edible ink, dusting dust? so i really was over my head when i agreed to this. Surprisingly, they came out pretty amazing for my first time.
( Pictures! )
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[15 Nov 2009|01:17am] |
In chaos there is fertility.
- The diary of Anais Nin, Vol.1
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| Master and Man |
[15 Nov 2009|01:02am] |
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He couldn't stay still; he wanted to get up and busy himself with something, to choke back the fear rising in him, against which he felt quite powerless...
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| Leaves of Grass by Walt Whitman. |
[14 Nov 2009|05:12pm] |
I think I could turn and live with animals, they're so placid and self contain'd,
I stand and look at them long and long.
They do not sweat and whine about their condition,
They do not lie awake in the dark and weep for their sins,
They do not make me sick discussing their duty to God,
Not one is dissatisfied, not one is demented with the mania of owning things,
Not one kneels to another, nor to his kind that lived thousands of years ago,
Not one is respectable or unhappy over the earth.
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| Wow. Is all. A little long, but each quote is worth quoting/readin, in my opinion. |
[14 Nov 2009|07:00pm] |
♥ Black: ...I aint a doubter. But I am a questioner.
White: What's the difference?
Black: Well, I think the questioner wants the truth. The doubter wants to be told there aint no such thing.
♥ Oh, you might say somethin about the other man's mama. That's a sensitive area, you might say. And he might lose it and come after your ass but when he done that it's like he's sayin that what you just got done tellin about his mama was true. It's like he sayin: You aint supposed to know that about my mama and you damn sure aint supposed to of told it and now I'm fixin to whip your ass.
♥ White: Well I still dont get it. Why not go someplace where you might be able to do some good?
Black: As opposed to someplace where god was needed.
White: Even God gives up at some point. There's no ministry in hell. That I ever heard of.
♥ Well now wait a minute. Just cause you dont like em dont mean you aint like em.
♥ I don't know, Professor. I try and go by what I see. The simplest things has got more to em than you can ever understand. Bunch of people standin around on a train platform of a mornin. Waitin to go to work. Been there a hundred times. A thousand maybe. It's just a train platform. Aint nothin else much you can say about it. But they might be one commuter waitin there on the edge of that platform that for him it's somethin else. It might even be the edge of the world. The edge of the universe. He's starin at the end of all tomorrows and he's drawin a shade over ever yesterday that ever was. So he's a different kind of commuter. He's worlds away from them everday travelers. Nothin to do with them at all.
♥ You need to listen. Or you need to believe what you hearin. The whole point of where this is goin - which you wanted to know - is that they aint no jews. Aint no whites. Aint no niggers. People of color. Aint none of that. At the deep bottom of the mine where the gold is at there aint none of that. There's just the pure ore. That forever thing. That you dont think is there. That thing that helps to keep folks nailed down to the platform when the Sunset Limited comes through. Even when they think they might want to get aboard. That thing that makes it possible to ladle out benediction upon the heads of strangers instead of curses. It's all the same thing. And it aint but one thing. Just one.
♥ Here's what I would say. I would say that the thing we are talkin about is Jesus, but it is Jesus understood as that gold at the bottom of the mine. He couldnt come down here and take the form of a man if that form was no done shaped to accommodate him. And if I said that there aint no way for Jesus to be ever a man without ever man bein Jesus then I believe that might be a pretty big heresy. But that's alright.
♥ White: I don't know. The Germans contributed a great deal to civilization. (Pause) Before Hitler.
Black: And then they contributed Hitler.
♥ The darker picture is always the correct one. When you read the history of the world you are reading a saga of bloodshed and greed and folly the import of which is impossible to ignore. And yet we imagine that the future will somehow be different. I've no idea why we are even still here but in all probability we will not be here much longer.
♥ Sometimes faith might just be a case of not havin nothin else left.
♥ What kind of pain we talkin about? I got to say that if it was grief that brought folks to suicide it'd be a full time job just to get em all in the ground come sundown. So I keep coming back to the same question. If it aint what you lost that is more than you can bear then maybe it's what you wont lose. What you'd rather die than to give up.
♥ You give up the world line by line. Stoically. And then one day you realize that your courage is farcical. It doesn't mean anything. You've become an accomplice in your own annihilation and there is nothing you can do about it. Everything you do closes a door somewhere ahead of you. And finally there is only one door left.
♥ I dont believe in God. Can you understand that? Look around you man. Cant you see? The clamor and din of those in torment has to be the sound most pleasing to his ear. And I loathe these discussions. The argument of the village atheist whose single passion is to revile endlessly that which he denies the existence of in the first place. Your fellowship is a fellowship of pain and nothing more. And if that pain was actually collective instead of simply reiterative then the sheer weight of it would drag the world from the walls of the universe and send it crashing and burning through whatever night it might yet be capable of engendering until it was not even ash. And justice? Brotherhood? Eternal life? Good god, man. Show me a religion that prepares one for death. For nothingness. There's a church I might enter. Yours prepares one only for more life. For dreams and illusions and lies. If you could banish the fear of death from men's hearts they wouldn't live a day. Who would want this nightmare if not for fear of the next? The shadow of the axe hangs over every joy. Every road ends in death. Or worse. Every friendship. Every love. Torment, betrayal, loss, suffering, pain, age, indignity, and hideous lingering illness. All with a single conclusion. For you and for every thing that you have chosen to care for. There's the true brotherhood. The true fellowship. And everyone is a member for life. You tell me that my brother is my salvation? My salvation? Well then damn him. Damn him in every shape and form and guise. Do I see myself in him? Yes. I do. And what I see sickens me.
~~The Sunset Limited by Cormac McCarthy.
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| The Death of Ivan Ilyich |
[14 Nov 2009|06:15pm] |
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"Death. Yes, death. And none of them know, and none of them want to know, and none of them are sorry. They're having fun." (From beyond his door he heard the distant sound of voices and a musical ritornello.) "They don't care, but they'll die just like me. Idiocy. Sooner for me, later for them, but it will come. And they're happy. Mindless brutes!"
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[14 Nov 2009|02:56pm] |
does anyone know anything about the K2 smoke blend
or, idk use this post to talk about the worst movie you've ever seen.
but i'm mostly interested in knowing about k2
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| The Ace of Spades. |
[15 Nov 2009|01:17am] |
It was one of my best friends' 18th birthday last Sunday, and she refused to have a party or do anything to celebrate it, in some part thanks to the fact that it was in the middle of our university's exam week. Yuck. So I took the responsibility upon myself to bake a cake and take it to last night's post-exams party of the uni Pantomime Society*.
It was my first real attempt at decorating a cake. I cheated and used packet mixes for the cake (vanilla on the bottom, chocolate on top, with vanilla icing in the middle). I don't know any fancy icing techniques, so I just used what was in the box, adding more icing sugar to the vanilla to make it whiter, and less butter to the chocolate to make it darker (I also put extra vanilla essence and some All-Spice into the vanilla icing, but I don't think you could taste it). The writing is in melted white chocolate with pink food dye :P.
( Cake! )
*Pantomime is different to mime. It's basically a silly/smutty play with audience participation. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pantomime (The 'UWA Pantomime Society' mentioned under the Australia section is us!)
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[14 Nov 2009|10:30am] |
First pot cafe opens in Portland. From what the article says, it's a $25 monthly membership fee and all the pot you want is included with the fee. I wonder if the food and beverage prices are ridiculously over priced, because I don't really understand how this business will survive. Although pot themed wedding and parties sounds like a great niche market that's sure to be a huge success.
How about some Portlandfucks take a field trip to this joint and give us a first hand report? Sascha, I'm sure you're already there so you can file your report from the field.
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| Paula Deen's Red Velvet Cake |
[13 Nov 2009|06:20pm] |
After trying numerous times to bake a red velvet cake... I have finally done it! I listened to everyone's suggestion and bought a creme based food dye from Wilton. It was the U.S. red color and not Canadian (stupid pink tones!), the cake finally turned red! However, I don't think I let the butter or cream cheese get completely to room temperature as it was a little bumpy after mixing. Nonetheless it was wonderful!
(Recipe)
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| a transgender exercise |
[14 Nov 2009|01:44am] |
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Here is a scenario I proposed to some of my male friends ...
You are a few weeks away from marrying your dream woman. She is perfect in every way - looks, personality, intellect - she has it all. Your relationship is stable and awesome. Everything seems to be coming up roses for you two. You could hardly imagine someone to be more perfect for you than her. Then, she reveals that she is a post-op transwoman. She says that she has always known that she was a girl and believed to be born in the wrong body. Ten years ago, she underwent sex reassignment surgery along with hormone treatments. She has no hints of masculinity and you've had sex with her before and never noticed anything "artificial" about her genitalia, breasts, voice, etc. In other words, had she not told you, you would have never known that she is not a ciswoman. Would you call off the wedding?
I only had a sample of three but they all said yes! I emphasized that she is the DREAM woman and they said that she wouldn't be their dream woman if she wasn't biologically female.
Then, I proposed a second scenario ...
What if you are in the same position as before but now your perfect woman reveals that she has androgen insensitivity syndrome (AIS)? A person with AIS has XY chromosomes but because of a gene mutation, she doesn't react to a hormone that would otherwise cause her to become male. Thus, a penis never develops and testes do not descend. Externally, she cannot be differentiated from an XX female. Again, she says that she has always thought of herself as a girl. It was only when she hit puberty and failed to start menstruation that it was discovered that she was supposed to be a he. She got her underdeveloped testes removed and continued her life as a woman. Would you call off the wedding?
This time, two of them said no and one of them refused to answer out of supposed frustration. I asked the cooperative two what the difference between the two women was. They look, act, and are the exact same at this point in time. They reconsidered! They said that they would probably still go through with the marriage in either scenario.
Interestingly, no one mentioned childbearing as a problem. So the issue was entirely that she was born biologically male and the "ickyness" of transpeople. One of them said that he would prefer the transwoman to keep her past a secret.
So what of you, livejournal friends? Would you call off the marriage in either scenario?
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| Buttercream recipe? |
[13 Nov 2009|04:17pm] |
What is your favorite recipe for buttercream frosting that is stiff enough to decorate cakes/hold its shape? I tried my hand at buttercream frosting, but it got all melty before it hardened (see bottom border on this cake). I'd really love a good recipe that can be my go-to for all my cake decorating needs!
Thanks!
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| Jack Kerouac, On the Road |
[13 Nov 2009|10:29pm] |
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I woke up as the sun was reddening; and that was the one distinct time in my life, the strangest moment of all, when I didn't know who I was—I was far away from home, haunted and tired with travel, in a cheap hotel room I'd never seen, hearing the hiss of steam outside, and the creak of the old wood of the hotel, and footsteps upstairs, and all the sad sounds, and I looked at the cracked high ceiling and really didn't know who I was for about fifteen strange seconds. I wasn't scared; I was just somebody else, some stranger, and my whole life was a haunted life, the life of a ghost. I was halfway across America, at the dividing line between the East of my youth and the West of my future, and maybe that's why it happened right there and then, that strange red afternoon.
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