No Milk in the House
Last night ourI made oatmeal neighbor's daughter came over and asked to borrow a quarter cup of milk. Our carton probably had only half a cup left in it, so I told her to just take the whole thing. After she left, I realized that they were probably making macaroni & cheese from a box, which always calls for a quarter cup of milk (no matter what brand, Kraft or Annie's or anything). I should have asked her, but it was too late.
This means that this morning, we don't have any milk ourselves. I made oatmeal, which I always like a spot of milk in. After a little brain-racking, I recalled that we had vanilla ice cream in the freezer, so I stirred a tiny scoop of that into the simmering oatmeal. Once in the pan, swirling and melting slowly, it looked to me more like a knob of butter than a mini-scoop of ice cream.
The oatmeal was satisfying. For those who like cream in their coffee, vanilla ice cream works there in a pinch as well.
Not working is driving me crazy. I already filed all of the articles I have due this month, and I keep racking my brain for more ideas, but the old thinker is dead. I'm dry, man, no good ideas here. So lame.
Yesterday I spoke to a Media Studies class about being a rock critic. Those poor kids, I wonder how long it took them to realize I am a sham. It was fun, but I realized what a lazy rock critic I am. Maybe that's what I'll do today, look for something good to write about in the yawn-inducing world of current rock music. Wish me luck.
This means that this morning, we don't have any milk ourselves. I made oatmeal, which I always like a spot of milk in. After a little brain-racking, I recalled that we had vanilla ice cream in the freezer, so I stirred a tiny scoop of that into the simmering oatmeal. Once in the pan, swirling and melting slowly, it looked to me more like a knob of butter than a mini-scoop of ice cream.
The oatmeal was satisfying. For those who like cream in their coffee, vanilla ice cream works there in a pinch as well.
Not working is driving me crazy. I already filed all of the articles I have due this month, and I keep racking my brain for more ideas, but the old thinker is dead. I'm dry, man, no good ideas here. So lame.
Yesterday I spoke to a Media Studies class about being a rock critic. Those poor kids, I wonder how long it took them to realize I am a sham. It was fun, but I realized what a lazy rock critic I am. Maybe that's what I'll do today, look for something good to write about in the yawn-inducing world of current rock music. Wish me luck.
posted by Lefty at 9:43 AM
2 Comments:
i've always found it interesting that you think the current scene is so bad. I don't know dude, i'm not a rock critic or whatever but i don't know, some of those kids rockin' today, uhm, rock? Does that make sense?
you know that part of the berkeley shoreline that all those bums live in and people think it's kinda like quaint or something? well, that used to be a munitions factory. kept blowing up so they finally shut it down... city wants to maybe build houses on top of it. nice, eh?
so you have discarded trash, concrete blocks, shingles, unexploded ordinance, and bums all in the same spot. why not write about that?
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