poetry

Dammit, Janet.

tape recorder by stengchen

tape recorder by stengchen

Oh, how quickly we weave stories
from barely existing points of inquiries:
what I can spin from a profile pic
and a quick google search
can fill the length of
an entire Led Zeppelin discography.
Not everyone does this? –I wonder why,
it’s the only thing that separates their truths from their lies.
Put their stories in quotes
and memorize their anecdotes
and you’ll see how everything everyone says–
is a sad, tired repost.

Point in fact:
I met quite the act,
Who smoked his cigars and delivered
Jokes so funny I shivered.
I swooned and I mooned to his intelligent woos,
only to catch his entire act on Youtube.

Which makes me wonder,
about the validity of others,
Is that your photograph or did you get it from Flickr?

Found a girl in wide glasses, she must be your lover,
White dog in her lap named Janet.
Did she break your heart and crush it?
Or did she see right through your kindess?
Or did you weave a story so real
to convince me what a true man is?

I can tell you’re quite the magician,
Show me your favourite type of manipulation —
But I warn you now, I’m best at contradiction,
Nothing anyone says doesn’t require an investigation,
I’ll find your truth, you see it’s my addiction,

Because weeding out the filters and the liars is a mighty fine obsession.

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Recipe written by a Pro

I have been obsessed with cooking for a while, ever since seeing Christine Ha, The Blind Cook, win MasterChef! Woot! Go Christine! You are an inspiration to us all!

So here’s a quick post about cooking — (I will update about my Cancun trip later, still busy with moving to Toronto and stuff). Here’s a funny post written by reddit user malachi23 about a creative way of cooking Cuban Black Beans. I will try this recipe later and let you know what I think!

I have been trying to put a spin on beans for a while, because I know how bland it can be, what with being fed two full weeks of it in Costa Rica, as much as I love beans and rice, 2 weeks of it can really turn you off beans forever.

But with as much passion, hilarity and creative freedom as malachi23 put in to this recipe, I am positive it will taste phenomenal!

Oh my friend, it’s called Cuban Black Beans. REAL Cuban black beans, not that shit they serve in restaurants.

You get a lot of diced sweet onions and peppers (red is best balance of sweetness to price) and you cook them over medium heat in a lot of olive oil. How much olive oil? Say you have one big onion and two decent sized peppers, then I say at least a half a cup. Once the onions are softening up, you add garlic. How much garlic? ALL THE FUCKING GARLIC.

Then you cool it down with some white wine (not too sweet, something middling). Let it steam off for a minute. What you’re doing is killing the rest of that raw garlic taste and letting the alcohol in the wine bring out the rest of the flavors.

Then you add black beans. I use canned, un-drained straight beans (don’t get the kind that’s labeled “black bean soup”). Some will tell you canned isn’t as good. I say bullshit. I use one and a half times as much by volume as I have of the onion/pepper/garlic mixture.

Simmer the beans for a bit, low-medium. Then you will add an ounce of ground cumin, a shot glass’ worth of oregano, and a packet or three of Goya Sazon (if you don’t know what that is, look in the Mexican/Spanish/Ethnic section and look for little boxes that say Goya). If you want to be a boss, add three or four bay leaves, but don’t forget to pull them out later — no one wants to eat a bay leaf. Mix it in well.

Either move it to a crock pot or put it in a 225* oven. Check it every once in a while — you want the beans to be soft. You do not want this to burn, so scrape the bottom. I’d sooner eat your shit than burnt black beans, and so would you.

Now after a few hours taste it. More flavor? Add more cumin and Goya. Needs a kick? Add some lime. You know what? FUCK YOU, ADD LIME ANYWAY.

Traditionally, this is served over rice. FUCK THAT. I serve it in a bowl. Maybe throw some shredded pork on that bitch. FUCK ME.

If you use enough onions, peppers, and wine, these will be surprisingly sweet. (My Abuelita accused me of adding sugar, that bitch.) The beans, cumin, and oregano will give it a rich, earthy flavor. Goya is just magic. And the wine and lime will give just a hint of tartness. The beans, slow-cooked, are almost meaty (in a braised meat sort of way, not in a fuck-yeah-cow-meat kind of way). Once they cool down a bit, it will have a thicker texture, so let it sit for a little bit.

Best? Eat it the next day after reheating. We make this in a four gallon vessel and gorge for a week.

Now let’s say you’re having a party. You will get a bunch of dried peppers, chop them fine, and soak them in that wine (simmer it!). And you will add this goodness to the mix after the saute stage, so they soften and diffuse. And maybe some Sirracha, but only if you want to guarantee getting laid that night. Dip your immersion blender in there for a little bit — get it half blended. Then you’ll let it cool. And you will dip chips into that motherfucker and you will come back and thank me.

-malachi23

You can read the full post on reddit here.

How about you? Did you try this recipe yet? Any good recipes you have that you’d like to share? Feel free to comment below!

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Epiphanies

So, you want to be a writer?

Original source is from redditor: thenameisnick

Today, I had a good, long talk with my neighbour, who is eleven years older than me, a person I have come to see over the years as my older brother, about the general question people my age, the young twenty-somethings, are always asking: “What do I do now?”

Since he started his university career with a Physics degree and then, upon re-examining his life on his second year, decided to switch to Computers, I always saw him as the practical, logical kind of advisor who would knock some sense into my abstract mind. To my surprise, the first thing he stressed, was for me to bring back a blog to showcase my writing.

I tried to usher his attention back to my retail, administrative and customer service experience, thinking we should focus on my “more marketable skills”, but he quickly stressed the importance of the blogs I’ve been writing articles for and my research experience. I tried to convince him, in so many words, without looking and sounding too pathetic, that I’ve already given up on that pipe dream and that now, he needs to help me figure out something else. He then said, “You can try other things, but I think on the meantime, you need to do is to go home and make another blog. Put the articles you’ve published, write more of your abstract work. Because THAT is what you’re good at, THAT is what you love, THAT is what you have to do.”

I then scoured the internet trying to find the right words to describe what I understood from today, but instead stumbled into a Reddit link, originally uploaded by thenameisnick in r/gaming.

I hope you feel the same inspiration I felt from reading this comic.

So, you want to be a game developer?

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