Brass Goggles

I'm mentioned on Brass Goggles for sending in a link to (3d artist) Mr Al-Muharraqi's website.

An Inconvenient Truth

Satay My Way

You won't be needing bamboo skewers where you're going. This was my first attempt at cooking chicken. I cooked it with no one in the house. All I had to go on was myth, heresay, and what I have heard from people who actually know how to cook. The best I was hoping for was the greatest thing I've ever eaten. The worst I feared was a ragging grease fire and salmonella poisoning. The result was something inbetween. My marinade consisted of 1 cup of plain yogurt, a teaspon each of garlic and ginger, and a table spoon of turmeric. I felt no need to skewer my satay, as I find it easier to eat and they were not necessary for cooking. I learned that larger pieces were unwieldy in the pan and that you can kill a wok if you don't use enough oil (as my mom pointed out when she came in towards the end of the operation). Overall it was okay. Good for a first attempt. It was a bit bland, but I picked the simplest marinade I could find. My marination technique was somewhat unrefined, but it got the job done. The darker pieces got a 30 minute marinade bath while the lighter ones sat with a brush of marinade for about 15 minutes. My main problem is that I don't think about obtaining food until I'm hungry, so cooking my own meat just adds to the wait for food. I probably would have been done sooner, but I was really paranoid about salmonella. But it was okay. I washed it down with Rolling Rock. If you're going to buy your beer in the supermarket, go for the cheap stuff. Otherwise your better off going to a distributor. Rolling Rock is far better than any of the popular Dutch beers. And the Yodels didn't hurt either.

My weird dream

I had a dream last night that I was riding on a subway somewhere in Japan, but instead of subway cars, there were just benches like the kind you find in a pizzeria (known as a countour booth) that traveled sideways and had the route name stencil spray painted on them. The route names were combinations of one or two English letters (example: HP). The subway guide books had a different route on each page. The routes were square grids with the actual route represented by colored boxes, the color scheme of the route maps made them look like scrabble boards (the colors where those of the bonus squares). The guide books were the shape, size, and made from the same papers and inks with which comic books are printed. There were advertisements in the front and back of the book that were in English and were in a comic book style. I'm pretty sure Boba Fett was on the back cover (I love my dreams). My preferred method of sitting on the benches was to have my legs up on the bench, knees bent, and facing the direction in which the bench train would be traveling. I was hunched over, looking kind of like a bobsledder, only I was on a pizzeria bench. There was this Japanese guy we knew that seemed to be standing around every station who wink at us, tap us on the shoulder, or otherwise acknowledge us. All of this happened, and I noticed it, in less time than it has taken me to type it up / write it down.

The only thing that made it seem like Japan was the number of Japanese people standing around the station and some Japanese in the guide book. It could have been any place with a large Japanese population, like Japantown in San Francisco.

Nina

Red Star

My Mom's Website

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Sabre Squirrel Fish

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