back to this.
it’s been a while. a lot of changes. graduated. got into law school. and the lady I loved most, who helped me with basically all the attempts at Jewish cooking last summer has died.
so. with that in mind this summer I’ll be doing this cooking thing with more gusto and regularity. going to dig up old world Hungarian dishes that she possibly had grown up on. also going to try and do the Shabbat thing every Friday night. Caitlyn deserves it. and I kind of miss it.
@airport.
(im)patiently waiting.
for this flight to land.
and debark.
so my little
miss thang
can find me
where I’m lurking
(im)patiently waiting
for her return.
I think that was just an earthquake.
I think I don’t like that much.
dear facebook,
still not missing you.
I am missing my little girl and cannot wait to see her in less than six hours.
I must say this no Facebook experiment has brought about a startling revelation.
the number of friends you have on your list means jack. because in real life theres zero contact. of my entire 150 +- friends seven of them have texted or called me and five of those are family, counting Caitlyn.
the other 144 +- either a) don’t have my number (so obviously not real life friends with the rare exception of the fabulous people I’ve met here through friends of friends) b) don’t have any real, meaningful contact in the real world with me (with the few of my friends who don’t live stateside where it’s too $ to text) c) don’t really care to have contact outside the false world of Facebook.
this is turning into an interesting experiment. I’m not bitter or upset over the lack of contact, Im no social butterfly in real life so the lack of people who call or text doesn’t bother me in the slightest. but for the people who solely live on Facebook, who base their lives upon the little blue F and all alerts, this would probably be a bitter pill to swallow.
Facebook friends clearly do not translate into real life friends. as per my two non-family friends who texts me regardless of facebook or not. knowing where I stand isn’t so bad.
it’s now been about 24 hours with no Facebook. and I don’t really miss it all that much.
I do miss my child though. about ad much as I’m enjoying spending this day just reading. and listening to this summer thunderstorm. which are one of the best parts of summer. next to the heat.
thinking I’m going to make bread today. not much else to do and it’s be a nice break from reading Harry Potter. who in almost 150 pages is finally making his way to Hogwarts.
has gone a bunch of hours with absolutely no Facebook.
to be honest, once you delete the icons off the iPhone it’s not that hard. keeping the laptop off and also deleted trillian and aim so I can’t cheat. I’ll just post randomly and periodically on here.
why am I exiling myself from Internet connectivity? a test. this is an ultra rare weekend where I dont have my angel face home so I get to do what I don’t normally. go out to the bar? no way. skuzzy bars are not my scene. Instead I’m doing what I never get to do.
read
alone
in the quiet
already through a large chunk of Harry Potter book 5 and thoroughly enjoying it.
and I think as of now I might forgo email too. I’m turning off email notification and will check it at the airport on Tuesday.
this is good. we should all forgo I stand connectivity for a few days.
adventure in old world Jewish cooking will continue Friday. not quite sure what’s in the cards but it will be good none the less.
beautiful prakas.
triumphant best describes this feeling. after messing up Prakas a few weeks ago (the rice was raw and I used sauce not purée) and feeling like a failure, added to the failure that was the challah bread there has been success.
prakas just takes a little love and a lot of patience. and the foresight to precook the rice. and maybe buy a big enough cabbage.
