Category Archives: writing

plays

I’ve read a couple plays for a class I’m taking and they are very modern plays, meaning they’re not Shakespeare with lots of fluffy words and a cast of a million characters.

These plays only have four main characters and aren’t very long. No multiple acts, just a large handful of scenes and lots of talking. Plays, I’ve noticed, have lots of talking. It’s all about talking. Not so much action, or it’s not the emphasis. The words are supreme.

Plays appear to basically express the writer’s intellectual thoughts about an aspect of society. While in some ways it’s really great, in other ways it can be total BS. And of course you can interpret a play both ways. Isn’t that the great thing about plays?

writing

I’ve recently started reading “Bird by Bird” by Anne Lamott. It’s about writing. And everything she says is true, fortunately and unfortunately.

Today, instead of writing something important, I’m writing about a book on writing, and not even really writing about it, just mentioning it.

I’ll also mention the U2 Joshua Tree tour starts tomorrow. While I’m not as excited about this tour as their previous tours, I am very curious about the show and set list. If it surprises me, then I might be tempted to buy an overpriced resale ticket and go.

more beginnings

I’m working with an interior designer based in Santa Monica named Shay. She’s got me on board to write for her website. It’s the beginning of an adventure talking about the how and what the studio will look like. In some ways it’s all ironic to me, and my brain has been fatigued by allergens bombarding the air since the region is in a huge super bloom season.

This has resulted in tons of pretty flowers, lots of greenery, and lots of stuff in the air that hasn’t been around in this intensity for a long time. Basically, it’s allergy hell with colorful flora. Note my Instagram feed!

Well, I’ve been wracking my brain trying to find the words I need to write. I know they will come but it’s hidden in a secret well. I know the where it is; it’s just a matter of digging it up. And it’s a long, hard dig.

shopping carts

I’ve always wondered why some people don’t put carts in the cart corrals. Some excuses could be reasoned, though not necessarily be proper etiquette:

The cart corral is too far away from my car.

I’m in a hurry and don’t have time to push the cart to the corral.

I’m not bothering with putting carts away because I’ve got screaming kids in the car.

I’m not bothering with putting carts away because I only care about me and my car.

It’s the store employees who corral carts, not me.

What’s a cart corral?

Only fools waste time putting carts in corrals.

Usually my significant other does that, not me.

It’s the wild west in parking lots; only the strong survive with carts strewn here and there, creeping towards the nearest car bumper or side, just wanting to leave a special mark for you.

Nobody showed me how to put the cart in the corral, so I don’t have to.

Whatever.

It’d be nice if there was an actual scientific poll asking about this phenomenon/nuisance.

deluge

Previously: snow. Today: rain.

The California drought is over. Everyone thought El Nino would take care of that last year, but it ended up being just like another dry winter.

Then, this year is the year of the deluge of rain. So much rain it reminded me of Paris, where the winter rains are so freaking dreary, cold, and miserable. It’s better to have cold snowy weather instead of cold rainy weather.

But so much rain has come, with days of very heavy rain, that I think every house in the state has shifted a little with the drenched earth affecting foundations. And roof leaks. I had rainwater leaking from my AC vent onto my bed. It was great to wake up at 3am to a wet bed and floor. Luckily it wasn’t over my head but at the foot of the bed and the bed wasn’t drenched yet. Soon afterwards I bought a waterproof mattress cover because even if the handyman fixed the leak, it wasn’t guaranteed.

And then it rained hard again. And I was okay. How nice to be dry, warm, and snug in bed on a cold rainy day!

Then the leak came back. The rain was too much. At least I was ready and the mattress was dry. The bed frame was also dry because I wrapped it in plastic wrap, so no danger of warping wood or rusting metal.

Then the leak was fixed again, but there hasn’t been heavy rain since the second leak, only showers that seem like wimpy showers compared to the leak-inducing downpours of this year.

I thought the rain would finally let up and any rain now would be the quiet, peaceful showers of drought years past. But then I saw the forecast and it’s going to rain again. It might be the heavy stuff again.

Again, I’ll be ready with plastic-wrapped bed, large bucket, and plastic sheeting.

Just FYI, I do some light editing of my posts, but I’m not going to try that hard. So sorry if tenses are mixed or there’s repeat words that indicate I need a thesaurus, or I don’t use my commas right, or whatever.

wrapping

Previously: necks. Today: scarves

The best thing about winter is wearing scarves. I don’t recall wearing or owning a scarf until I lived on the east coast, where the wind is bitterly cold and the snowfall can get inside your coat unless all entry points between coat and skin are closed off with overlapping warm clothing.

It was so cold I had to wear a scarf. It wasn’t for fashion. I think I had a plain green fleece scarf from the Gap that was very functional but lacked style. I didn’t care; when you are freezing cold after walking in the snow all you care about is if something works well or not. Fleece worked really well.

I even had to buy earmuffs, but I refused to wear the old-school type of the headphones style. Instead, I had seen other people wearing these earmuffs that looked more techie, like a fleece for your ears. So I admit that when it came to ears, I wanted to be fashionable.

At least they were fleece, so I matched, sort of.

And I had to wear leather gloves. Any glove that’s just fabric is useless in snowy weather.

But perhaps most importantly, I had to wear wool socks. Because if your feet are cold, you are miserable and if your feet are frozen, you can’t walk. If you can’t walk, you are stuck in the snow. And if you’re stuck, you will get frostbite. And then you can lose your toes or your feet. Just because you didn’t want to pay a little extra for woolly socks. And they must be SmartWool socks.

But now I live in the land of mild climate, and I wear a scarf for fashion first, function second. Ear warmers are not necessary, fabric gloves are actually practical, and I’m happy with not having to drive on black ice, scraping a frozen windshield, or digging my car out of a pile of snow.

kettle

My last post talked about Kettle chips. Today I’ll talk about electric kettles.

A couple years ago I got really sick and had to drink a boatload of tea. I had a kettle but it took forever to heat up the water. The whistling also irritated me. Who likes hearing a screaming whistle when you’re feeling crappy? And to keep reheating the kettle for the second cup an hour later seemed like a waste of time and natural gas.

I was in the grocery store and they had electric kettles on sale for $15 and I picked one up, thinking that if the British use electric kettles (and of course they’re tea experts) then I could try this too and see how it compared.

It ended up being my favorite thing for the winter and in times of illness. If I lived in a country with miserable weather like England, I would drink a lot of tea too. But I don’t, yay!

Then this year I got a little sick again and reached for the kettle. Things were normal until one day I noticed the water tasted funny and thought it was because of leftover dish soap residue. Then after washing the cup, washing the kettle, and the taste still being weird, I finally figured out it was the kettle itself.

The kettle is made from plastic and I guess time and usage had started to wear out the plastic. The funny taste was that of disintegrating plastic. I was eating plastic. I was eating petroleum products. I was eating crude oil. I was eating fossilized dinosaur bones. I ate a dinosaur.

After getting rid of my favorite appliance turned secret poisoning agent, I had to find a new kettle. It took time, but I eventually got this one from Amazon:

It doesn’t have the glamour of clear glass and blue lighting, but it’s all stainless steel on the inside, which means no plastic disintegration after many uses. I am not eating dinosaurs anymore.

I also learned that the kettle is great for making instant oatmeal very quickly without a microwave. Mmm…oatmeal…

frequency

In my efforts to write more, I’ll be using some writing prompts to get my thoughts outside my head.

Today, I will write about potato chips.

I recently was in a grocery store and saw a cool selection of Kettle Chips on sale. The purple one that said “Korean BBQ” caught my attention and wondered if meat could be captured in a chip. Well, there are hickory BBQ chips out there. So what makes it Korean-flavored? Let’s see:

 

Perhaps the secrets are garlic powder and the even more secretive Korean “spices.” It’s definitely not tomato powder.

I considered buying them, but the thought of me buying K-BBQ chips seemed wrong. So I bought these instead:

I have no idea what makes something “Hawaiian” flavored. Is it ginger? I’m pretty sure it’s not the avocado oil. I couldn’t tell but I ate the whole bag because it didn’t matter what it claimed to be; it was just tasty.

And, once again, this is NOT Korean. But they’re probably delicious. You’re welcome.

mixing it up

I’ve been reading lots of cooking blogs and also read an article about blogging about movies. So maybe I’ll do that: post a cooking/food post or write about a movie or TV show in more detail.

I found a couple cooking blogs that are great but they tend to misuse the word “Korean” when describing a dish. I know it could be many reasons why they use the word: maybe they are ignorant about real Korean cooking ingredients; maybe they think it’s Korean because it has a red spicy sauce. Maybe they just use the word because Korean food is trendy and they want hits on their blog. Or, like many other cuisines, it’s becoming bastardized and anything with soy sauce-marinated beef or a meat made with a red spicy sauce will be considered Korean. What a pity.

But I bet their recipes taste real good.

And just in case you didn’t know: Sriracha is NOT Korean. It’s Vietnamese. So don’t call your recipe Korean. You can’t claim ignorance anymore, but will be guilty of abusing a culinary trend instead.