Archive for April, 2006
Idolatry
When your openly gay male friend freely admits that he wants to “peel away that yellow drape wrapped around” a woman, the heretofore unitiated straight men sit up and take notice.
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Sometimes, in my online journeys, I come across little things that just remind me of Grumpus. This is one of them. Ah, just reading through this made me hear his voice.
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“Why does this story remind me of home?” Grumpus says.
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To my many loyal readers, and I know you’re out there, I apologize for the long silence. I hope that the TWG withdrawal hasn’t given you the shakes because I know how bad that can get … I know Grumpus gets antsy as all hell without my online chatter for company in that cold bleak pit of lawyerin’ he calls an office.
Not that I don’t have much to report. Ooh, bad double negative there. On the contrary, much has been ongoing this side of life, and I’ve only begun to play catchup. For starters I visited Shanghai sans Grumpus earlier this month; this was my first time ever in the People’s Republic (no, the Shenzhen shopping mall doesn’t count for me) and I got to see for myself what all the fuss was about. I also got to practice my Mandarin, such as it is.
No commentsEnglish-Tagalog dictionary part three
Are you American?
Fun with food
Given his general curmedgeonliness, Grumpus is surprisingly easy to feed. Today’s lunch, for instance, was, by special request, hotdogs, scrambled eggs and fried rice. Dinner was our semi-regular “leftover night” - tonight we had two kinds of pasta and, uh, fried rice. Yup, left over from lunch.
Granted, my cooking skills have not been honed by marriage, unlike bandit, nor am I a gourmet/ kitchen genius, unlike ragamuffin girl. Still, within the narrow confines of my culinary repertoire I like to think I’ve developed a certain expertise. For instance, my tuyo pasta, sauteed in garlic and olive oil and seasoned with capers and red chili flakes is both tasty and filling; my longganisa “Heart Attack” pasta, sauteed this time in garlic, and three kinds of oil: the oil from the sausages, olive oil and butter, and again seasoned with capers and red chili flakes, is sure to give you a coronary: but at least you’ll die happy. I’ve even mastered the art of fried rice.
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