To be perfectly frank, I've been feeling pretty apathetic about blogging recently. Maybe it's the freneticism at work that has only just recently begun to lull. Or maybe it's the heat. I don't know and/or care how I used to survive the humid 90 degree temperatures of New York summers, but anything over 72 degrees in So Cal makes me feel like I want to die. Overly dramatic? No. Overly wimpy? Probably.
Every so often I feel slightly insecure and even daunted by the fact that my blog has no overarching theme and essentially offers no useful information whatsoever. I wish that I was good at making book recommendations. (You mean that you don't want to just continually reread the Harry Potter series while secretly promising yourself that you are really going to read something of substance next?) Or that I had great recipes to share. (I mean, I do but none of them are mine and anyone who has access to pinterest could find them.) Or that I was some sort of enviable DIY genius instead of someone who searches out projects that I will never ever do myself.
So what's really bringing you here? Nothing, unless you're some type of sucker for listening to someone else talk aimlessly about Bravo t.v. programming or about all the random places they go or the lame trials faced by a childless gal in her late 20's and all, of course, in nauseating amounts of detail. I don't know that I would even file that under a must read. Except that I might because my must read list consists of a spattering of the same poetry I've read a million times before, Real Housewives' blogs, the descriptions of pinterest posts (that I delete when repinning them), and episode summaries of various t.v. shows that I haven't watched yet so that when I watch them I can be emotionally prepared for what happens. Although Moses has made me swear not to do this with Breaking Bad or Game of Thrones and it's nearly killing me but I haven't. Yet. No, I won't. But I might. But I will really really try not to.
Anyways, I sometimes feel sort of bad about the purposelessness of my posts but then again, I also sort of feel like it's my blog and I'll do whatever the hell I want with it. And yes, I did learn self awareness from day time t.v. talk shows.
So today, I am going to do an experimental hybrid where I do my best to provide some helpful suggestions for life (step one: do not put a coffee container in your bag without carefully checking that the lid is securely fastened--you're welcome) and where I also prattle on about the usual nonsense.
Okay, so book recommendations. Umm...so yeah, I am still in the process of rereading the Harry Potter series so...you could do that. And I've read the first two pages of the first Game of Thrones book, so you could also do that.
Ugh, I got both an undergraduate and graduate degree in literature, I should be able to do this...
All right. So seriously. Seriously. If you are not into Harry Potter or Game of Throne or you've read them a million times, I would recommend Maria Cummins The Lamplighter.
It's nothing like either of those books except that it is enjoyable.
This book is sort of one of the lesser known masterpieces of the 19th century and it was a best-selling book in it's time. But don't let that deter you. Fifty Shades of Grey it is not; they had standards back then.
From a historical standpoint, what this book suggests about femininity and masculinity in 19th century America is fascinating. The narrative is also compellingly (and subtly) bifurcated, managing to serves as a bildungsroman for both genders. From a regular ol' reader's standpoint, this book is also an absolute pleasure to read. I would liken it to Anne of Green Gables. Gerty, the protagonist, like Anne Shirley, is strong willed, clever, ambitious, impactful--just the sort of heroine that every reader easily rallies around. It also has one of those classic "everything and everyone is connected" elements that remarkably doesn't feel forced.
There you go. Book recommendation: check. Now onto blowing your mind with some recipes.
Please note that all of the following recipes have been tested by me and approved by Moses, who has an extremely sophisticated palette due to the fact that he grew up with such a talented cook for a mother.
If you are in the mood for something sweet (I am. Always.) I would recommend this cookie recipe:
Salted Vanilla Chip Oatmeal Cookies:
I'm not a fan of white chocolate but I didn't mind it in these, probably because my dislike of white chocolate is overpowered by my love of salty/sweet combinations. I brought half of the batch I made to work and they were gone in a few hours.
If you are looking for something relatively simple and straightforward to make for dinner behold!
Baked Garlic Brown Sugar Chicken:
What can I say? It's delish and suuuuper easy. Which is easily my favorite combination when cooking. Moses made audible "mmm" sounds when eating this and because I thrive of positive feedback/reassurance, it pretty much made me feel like Flash Gordon: Master of the Universe. Don't know how that feels? Then make this recipe and watch your love ones surrender into worshiping you like they always should have.
Feel like something lighter and more refreshing because it's hotter than 72 degrees? Me too. That's why I've made this next one a handful of times this summer to great success:
Thai Quinoa Salad:
Oh and in case you were under any false assumptions, I took 0.0% of these pictures. If you ever want low quality and blurry closeups of food though, I'd be happy to oblige.
Book recommendation: check. Recipes: check. Onto DIY? Um, pass. Or does pouring myself a glass of wine count as a DIY project? Probably if I made the wine, or the glasses. So here is where I'm starting to reach my limitations on utility. I don't have any ideas about how you can turn your recyclables into your own fortress of solitude (lord knows, I've tried and it just doesn't work.) And I don't really have any recommendations about ways to selvage old book shelves or thoughts on what to do with 50 million different shades of nail polish. Trust.
Crafts are not really my forte unfortunately and I'm not terribly good at decorating, anything. But you'll never hear me say that in front of Bill Murray.
I think I better just move on and hope that you don't notice.
Onto recent adventures. Well, labor day weekend was a little bit of a bust. Moses and I didn't manage to do much of anything except to visit the aquarium, which was entirely devoid of dolphins and therefore a disappointment to me. We also were too lazy to document even so much as a jelly fish, although I did manage to mock those taking endless photos around me, so I think that counts, somewhat.
Recently Moses and I made our second visit to the Natural History Museum to see the Becoming Los Angeles Exhibit. This I can highly, highly recommend for any Angelenos reading this blog. (All four of you.) The exhibit had two levels: one that about the history of the people in Los Angeles and another about the animals/insects and plant life.
There were two types of snakes present. I responded in my usual fashion of remaining fifty paces away and preemptively clutching my skirt on the off chance that they would break out of their glass covered exhibits and slither up my skirt. Whatever, it makes total sense and you wish you thought of it.
Moses and I had fun with the squirrel and cat exhibit. Did you know that there were 3 million feral cats in Los Angeles? I don't know whether or not to feel sad or impressed.
And of course, Moses and I had to take some traditional ridiculous photos in the museum gifts. Like we do.
This weekend, Moses and I also went to the Museum of Jurassic Technology. Without giving too much away, because I don't think I could if I wanted to (and I now understand why so many people I know who went there said the exact same thing to me), one of my co-workers described it as an elaborate installation art piece and I would agree. I've also heard it described as a museum about museums and I would concur with that as well. I would probably characterize it as an intellectual freak show--it's a bizarre spectacle and you wonder how much of it real and how much is illusion. I think the overall experience was very similar to reading most post-modernist fiction: magnificent but highly unpleasurable and something I will likely never read/do again.
Mose and I might try to squeeze in a few additional adventures before the weekends out but who knows and/or cares. Not you, surely. So I will say my goodbyes here. Hope you enjoyed my recommendations because they are probably the last ones you'll ever get from me.