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I can’t be sure, but I think that Jeph Jacques here is making a joke on the difference between “eschatological” and “scatological”…
They’re actually very different things apparently
Personally, I would LOVE to see what eschatological gay porn was like.
Today’s edition of Guilty Pleasure Monday features my new favorite dessert: Dulce de Leche. This sauce/spread/candy is popular in Latin America, and is made from slowly heating sweetened milk. It’s like caramel, but milkier and thicker and gooier. Haagen-Dasz has a Dulce de Leche ice cream that’s super good. You can also buy the sauce at some high-end grocery stores…OR you could make it yourself, according to a recipe that my sister Penelope swears is authentic, and eat it by the spoonful when you are having a bad day. Or spread it on toast for breakfast…or put a dollop of it on top of your ice cream…
Ingredients: 1 can condensed milk.
Equipment: 1 small pot or heatproof glass bowl (glass works better because you can tell when it’s done more easily)
tin foil
larger pot or pan to serve as a double boiler (I guess an ACTUAL double boiler might work too…)
Procedure: Open can of condensed milk. Pour contents into smaller pot/bowl. Lick out inside of can. Cover bowl securely with tin foil. Put smaller bowl into larger and fill with water, hopefully about up to the level of the condensed milk. Put double boiler in the oven. Bake at somewhere around 400 degrees somewhere between 45 minutes and 2 hours (I think there’s a specific time/temperature, but I forgot it, and the recipe seems pretty forgiving). Dulce de leche is done when condensed milk is a medium brown all the way through. Take it out, let it cool, stir it, and eat it in massive quantities.
So, for the past couple of months I have been worrying about my hair turning grey. This is because, at age 23, I am indeed going grey. I always figured I had my mother’s hair–she’s only started to turn grey in the past few years–but it appears that I’m going to follow my dad on this one.
It’s not too noticeable as yet–just a few grey hairs mixed in with the brown–but what started as one grey hair six months ago is now probably a dozen. Small changes, but I know what’s happening.
I’ve decided not to dye it. I decided this back when I thought I had another twenty years of brunettedom, but I think I’m going to stick with that decision. I don’t like the fact that it’s basically expected of women to dye their hair well into their 60s or even 70s. I don’t like that it’s impossible to tell anyone’s age anymore. I don’t like the near-deification of youth in our culture, and I don’t want to buy into it. (Also, there’s no way I could remember/afford to have it touched up often enough not to get those skunk stripes. And those are no good.) And yet…I don’t WANT to go grey! I LIKE my brown curly hair! Even when I whine about it, I still am quite fond of it! I don’t want to lose it yet! And I don’t want people thinking that I am old in my 20s! My vanity and my better self have been duking it out, and it’s unclear which will win.
Today I was fixing my hair before going to class, and I pulled out a hair that had fallen out and gotten caught in the curls. It was brown and curly on the bottom half, and silver and straight on the half closest to the scalp. Welcome to my future, I guess?
Guilty pleasure #1: Taylor Swift’s new song Love Story. Whenever it comes on the radio (which is a lot, since it just came out), I turn it up really loud and sing aloud. I may have cried once. This is kind of silly, since it’s a song about Romeo and Juliet, but with a happy ending. Seriously. The dude makes everything all right with her dad and then they get married. And not content with mangling ONE work of literature, she also has a reference to The Scarlet Letter that makes it perfectly clear that she has NO IDEA what the book is about. (She calls herself his “scarlet letter”…not sure what she thinks the term means, but “emblem of adulterous shame” is probably not what she’s going for.) AND THEN the music video has these truly awful Regency costumes, like the new Pride and Prejudice movie but without any of the research.
And yet…it’s really catchy and sweet, and hey, the girl’s only 16 and writes all her own music. OF COURSE it’s going to be super cheesy and based on a poorly conceived ideal of romance. And I know all the words. And sometimes I do a little dance to it in the car. So there.
Also, puppy!
Clementine likes having her belly rubbed.
And, she returns! After a summer spent without a computer or easy internet access, I am back in the blogging world. The only constant these days is change: I have a new job–if you can count grad school as a job, which I do (even though I am not technically getting paid for it). I have a new apartment–in a new city–near my new school (Notre Dame)–in a new state (Indiana). I have a new-ish car, though that might be old news. Best of all, I have a new puppy. Her name is Clementine, she’s a tan/orange-and-white beagle, and she’s mostly wonderful and occasionally infuriating. Today, for example, she learned how to play fetch all on her own. She also climbed into my lap to snuggle when I sat on the floor. Then she peed on the carpet when I went out of the room to do laundry and bit my chin. Expect much more about her.
So what hasn’t changed? Well, I still procrastinate. I’m still messy. I’m still broke. But I’m still dating Luke!
More later–I’m hoping to become a much more regular poster than when I had a real job. Hooray for the slack life of the grad student! Now I’m off to translate a couple chapters of Esther.
Clementine.
