names and naming

[flyakate]

The weather was horrendous earlier today, enough so that I only had one out of the four scheduled games for Chicks (with Lacrosse Sticks) so I got to spent time tidying my room and finally watching the DVD of season 1 CSI: NY. Aww, Eddie Cahill, you do puppy eyes so well. However, I wish you'd get a haircut. The episode where that happens will be so exciting.

This show depresses me a little (in the way that all the CSI: WHEREVER's do) because it could be smarter than it is, but sometimes it gives you all this neat information and fascinating characters and just doesn't tie up enough ends in a moment, or have people be all intense towards each other for no reason. For example, the episode I'm watching right now has a dead guy who was a gypsy cab driver. Danny and Aiden (who, ok, I like more as I watch her, makes me sad that Lindsey shows up) are having this whole spat about it, and I'm hoping that we'll actually get some kind of closure from it. Not holding my breath though. (Ok, Danny explained in this rushed end of episode way that felt like the writers went "oh, shit, we never explained that!")

Tangentially, I have noticed that Hulu has all of the show Life. Did anyone watch it? Is it any good? I am greatly intrigued, mostly because I enjoy Damien Lewis and crime shows.

I have now moved on to watching Sherlock Holmes again as background noise and amusement as I put together some banana bread. Yummmmmm. Though the rain is bad, ick.

Which is a nice segue to my poem of the day (er, for the month. poem of the day of the month? never mind), which is not a new one by any means, but mentions rain, which reminded me of it once again.


somewhere i have never travelled,gladly beyond by ee cummings


somewhere i have never travelled,gladly beyond
any experience,your eyes have their silence:
in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,
or which i cannot touch because they are too near

your slightest look easily will unclose me
though i have closed myself as fingers,
you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens
(touching skilfully,mysteriously)her first rose

or if your wish be to close me, i and
my life will shut very beautifully ,suddenly,
as when the heart of this flower imagines
the snow carefully everywhere descending;

nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals
the power of your intense fragility:whose texture
compels me with the color of its countries,
rendering death and forever with each breathing

(i do not know what it is about you that closes
and opens;only something in me understands
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)
nobody,not even the rain,has such small hands

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I made Alton Brown's banana bread and after taking FOREVER to bake (partially because I overfilled it, not quite sure what I added too much of... maybe my bananas were huge?) it is out and DELICIOUS. MMMMMM.

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Had to edit to add on to this, because I'd already forgotten. I've been doing so much cooking and rambling about it that I keep thinking I should make a blog just for cooking, but I've been stumped on what to call it. Thoughts? There's always Flyakate Cooks (Flyacooks? Flyakooks? Oh dear...) All the good ones I've thought of (Starfish & Coffee, Stone Soup, The Night Kitchen) are all taken. Though "The Accidental Foodie" has promise...

Yikes, raining hard again. Clearly means it's bedtime :o)

Comments

[winkingstar.livejournal.com]

That is my most favourite poem ever. ♥

And yay for banana bread tastyness! :)

[rhymester.livejournal.com]

I like the food blog idea. Maybe a name that has something to do with the sort-of newness of cooking for you? Accidental foodie works, or maybe accidental chef? Or If-I-Knew-You-Were-Coming-I'd-Have-Baked-a-Cake (too long?)

I'd totally read it. Would you let me guest-blog on cupcakes? :)