27 June 2005

I'm back!

It's a Welsh night at the Neufeld household...two specialties of Wales for dinner, Welsh Rarebit (Caws Pobi) and Welsh Leek Soup. Both quite tasty, although I shall lessen the dry mustard in the cheese sauce for the rarebit next time. A bit too zesty for my taste. Since you probably don't know and don't care, rarebit is toasted bread ladled with a cheese sauce made of Cheddar, butter, flour, mustard, Worcestershire, and ale. The leek soup, well, quite unique! Never had a leek before, but it was interesting to try. Quite tasty, something I'll be making again, especially in winter. Saturday I made Cottage Pie, Sunday I made Cornish Pasties, and tomorrow I'm making Bangers and Mash. Yes, I've converted to Anglicism it seems. George Orwell's "In Defence of English Cooking" had quite an influence on my swelling Anglophilia and so I am resolved to master traditional English cuisine and introduce friends and family to it. YES that means YOU bwahahahahahahaha.

I'm enjoying this leek soup quite a bit. Delicious stuff.

I have some free time, I feel like I ought to be playing/writing music instead of surfing the net. Or studyi...never mind.
Hello again, mis amigos.

Now listening to: "I Do Believe We're Naked" by Funky See Funky Do.

Can anyone recall what that is from?

Ahhh, Mr. Groening. Your franchise, once a glorious shining example of comedic prowess and art, has sunk to the pit of despair, season after tired, limping season. Bury the corpse, Matt. It's beginning to smell.

I feel somewhat led to write a discourse on evolution and the controversy over teaching it in Kansas. There is too much knee-jerking on both sides, in my view, and enough straw men being put up you'd think we were in a cornfield. Oh wait...Kansas...har har!

But not right now.

Now I am exulting in the fact that my delightfully little microscopic English friends of the Saccharomyces Cerevisiae variety are chewing their way through five gallons of malt, water, and hops, emitting a most aromatic and pleasing flatulence through the carboy airlock. Oh heavens, what a smell! This is a fun hobby. Saturday morning's kitchen cleanup, not so much. But worth it!

20 June 2005

Some time has passed since I've posted. Alas, such is one of the side-effects to being married to a beautiful, intelligent woman. After I've watched John McCain preen his feathers on Sunday morning talk shows, I don't have to come to this black-and-white pit of funky despair to vent my thoughts on the subject. Somehow the blogworld seems less populated by married men. It's not that men get dumber after the wedding bells chime, or that single men are typically more intelligent to begin with (and probably don't end clauses with a preposition), it's just that married men a.) don't have the time to vent online and/or b.) don't feel the need with their better half in the next room. I just try to keep it up as a means to keep myself writing, even if it is irrelevant crap.

Listening to an artifact of my musical past...various recordings from me old band, Erasing Adam. Fun stuff, a bit immature and "stiff" especially in parts of the lyrics, but it was a good experience on the whole. I'm not sure if this is arrogant or humble, as its a bit confusing...but I think sometimes I had the idea that I've improved so much since then, and I have, but listening to the record, some of my basslines caught me off-guard, being somewhat inventive, and, well, downright cool. So in a roundabout sense it was humbling. Still don't follow and think I'm an arrogant S.O.B.? Yeah, you're probably right, sorry. I just lacked a certain "funky sais quoi" as the French would say. Also I stuck a bit too much to certain formulas...sometimes I wished I'd try counterpoint a bit more, choppy rhythms, using the 5th as a bedrock note instead of the root for a bit of tension. But hey, it was a fun hobby at the time. Don't have much time for music anymore outside of church gigs.

I'm selling my Mercury Capri hardtop. Auction ends tomorrow morning. Search for it on eBay, more power to you. This will fund a new hobby of mine that might someday have commercial prospects. We'll see!