signing insignificant signification

And then sometimes...

Wed, 23 May 2007 15:27:20 GMT

Two surprise parties, two old friends, two birthdays, four sleepless nights...I'm slowly recovering from the pairing up of things so lovely, and yet so exhausting. Checking NP's blog this morning fed my wanderlust. Paris, Vienna, or small town anywhere.... a camera, a notebook, a black ink pen: I'll be there! .... just as soon as this thesis is done.

Gluten Free Clafouti!

Tue, 15 May 2007 17:24:19 GMT

Tarte Tatin was the goal. Though I could not find a gluten free recipe for it... so instead I made some clafouti, a rustic French classic.

1. wash plums then rough chop into large bits. shake some cinammon and lots of white sugar on top. add a healthy dose of vanilla extract. stir and let sit for a bit until juices start to flow. (resist the urge to snack on these. they're scrumptious with ice cream or yogurt)
2. butter a not-too-deep-casserole dish, then sprinkle white sugar over the dish (more sugar! don't be stingy)
3. toss the plums in and arrange them so that they are not touching
4. in a small bowl mix 1/3 cup rice flour, 2 tbsp tapioca starch, 1/2 tsp xanthan, and a pinch of salt
5. in a small sauce pan heat 1 cup milk and 1 tbsp butter until it gets a little bubbly, but just a little
6. in another bowl (yes, i know.. so many dishes) beat 2 eggs and 1/3 cup sugar until light and fluffy. Blend in milk and add a touch more vanilla. add in flours
7. pour over plums in dish
8. bake in a 400F preheated oven until puffy and golden. The recipe that I used suggested 30-35 mins, but mine seemed to be ready in less than 30 and was not so golden, it was more of a maize or pancake colour.

if your not a plum fan, though this recipe might convince you otherwise, consider using cherries, apples, pears, or figs.

Isabella Blow

Fri, 11 May 2007 14:48:41 GMT

It seems that Isabella Blow, fashion explorer, designer discoverer and true-fashion-lover, is dead.

shadows.

Wed, 09 May 2007 01:46:05 GMT

Baudrillard on Sophie Calle

Jenny Holzer

Mon, 07 May 2007 16:52:23 GMT

Save me from what I want.

a little old, but nevertheless... an interview

tea time technology.

Mon, 23 Apr 2007 15:08:47 GMT

for l.w.t.
From Brian Massumi, Parables for the Virtual
p. 50

"The objectness of the object is attenuated as the subject, seeing itself as others see it, comes to occupy the object's place as well as its own."

finally, we have a man who loves the machine in a way that it tasteful, not bland and does not delude itself with a Deluezian pscyhoanalysis so rich that it sticks out like a sore prosthetic thumb. Planes of sensation and the inability to capture affection, not the limitations of the cock and shape shifting of hormones, are the lines of thought. Rethinking and retooling our approach to old questions and way of doing, finding the boundaries of our old enemies (capitalism) and the limits of biopower (legislation) and punishment (confession, asylum), Massumi traces the gaps in a thick example laden examination.

Double Chocolate Spelt Cookies on a sleepy day

Thu, 19 Apr 2007 03:19:13 GMT

Ingredients:: 1 c. Turbinado Sugar; 1/4 c. Margarine, Non-hydrogenated; 1/3 c. Canola Oil; 2/3 c. Milk (Soy, Rice or Cow); 1 tsp. Vanilla; 3 c. Spelt Flour; 1/2 c. Cocoa Powder; 1 tsp. Baking Powder; 1 tsp. Baking Soda; 1/4 tsp. Salt; 1/2 c. Chocolate Chips

Cream together margarine and sugar, then add oil. Slowly stir in vanilla and milk until well blended. In a separate bowl, mix together dry ingredients. Stir into the wet ingredients and mix. When half mixed, pour in the chocolate chips and blend until ingredients are just mixed. Drop by generous spoonful onto greased cookie sheet. Bake at 350°F for 10-15 minutes. Makes two dozen cookies.

I've marked 104 first year exam sections today... horribly exhausted.

Gluten Free Soft Molasses Cookie

Wed, 11 Apr 2007 13:16:21 GMT

1	cup butter
1	cup brown sugar
1	large egg
1/2	teaspoon salt
1	cup dark molasses
1	cup buttermilk
2	cups chestnut flour
1/2	cup arrowroot
1	cup brown rice flour
1 1/2	cups sorghum flour
3	teaspoons baking soda
2	teaspoons cinnamon
2	teaspoons ginger
1/2	teaspoon cloves
1/2	teaspoon allspice
1/2	teaspoon nutmeg

Cream butter with brown sugar until smooth.
Stir in egg and salt.
Add molasses and buttermilk, stir.
Sift together flours, baking soda, and spices. I strongly recommend sifting because chestnut flour can be a little lumpy. Note: the ratios of the four flours I used can be adjusted to your taste. Brown rice and sorghum flours are whole-grainy and do make the cookies a little less soft, while chestnut flour has a strong taste of its own. Play with the ratios to change the texture.
Add about 3 cups of the flour mixture to the wet ingredients and mix in (you can use an electric mixer) until smooth.
Add the remaining flour, the dough should be stiff enough that you'll probably have to stir this in by hand.
Cover and refrigerate overnight.
Roll dough out on a floured board to about 1/4" thickness.
Cut circles or shapes. This dough makes good gingerbread men.
Bake 15 minutes at 375.
Cool. Frost with a soft cream cheese frosting if desired.

57

Mon, 09 Apr 2007 19:53:29 GMT

ways to catch-up;
there are fifty-seven
none so sweet as now.

Heinz, sugar coated
I missed you so much, but
breakfast was a scam

slump.

Thu, 27 Jul 2006 16:02:29 GMT

sky, who needs it?
Originally uploaded by zorianna.

ideas and notes and dribble and slop
and notes and ideas and a half baked concept
and sometimes Stoyanova's voice reminding me;
"all semiotics is semi-boiled."

i need to propell my thesis writing.... but how?

i've walked around the block enough times to notice the various panels on people's houses- definately a sign that it is time to buckle down.

getting a little woody

Fri, 30 Jun 2006 18:02:09 GMT

Woody Allen has an article in this weeks New Yorker...

No less misguided was Kant, who proposed that we order lunch in such a manner that if everybody ordered the same thing the world would function in a moral way

Mon, 12 Jun 2006 16:03:20 GMT

time to travel!
time travel... o, if only you were possible.
Architectural wonders of utopic sci pop fiction now on exhibit in London

carlos the small

Sun, 11 Jun 2006 01:04:54 GMT

carlos the small
Originally uploaded by zorianna.

infectious
dog love
afternoon park walks
excellent thesis writing procrastination

For one, Trevor T. Trotsky.

Thu, 08 Jun 2006 18:40:18 GMT

smoking hand
Originally uploaded by zorianna.

He found me. It wasn't the other way around. I was intimidated, and wanted nothing more than to be known to him. He spotted me in the front of room. We were, I think, both wearing black. He ordered the same thing as me on break, and didn't even ask what it was that I had ordered. As it turns out, it was an extra large blueberry tea with triple sugar, that was when I was still on my sugar kick. He wrote his number in my text book- call me?

It's Mimi.

... more to come... in the meantime, its mean time: marking!

House Guest.

Tue, 06 Jun 2006 17:06:07 GMT

room with carlos
Originally uploaded by zorianna.

He's pretty happy. Yesterday he sat with me for nearly two hours as I marked papers. Just sat there.

I choose my choice?

Tue, 06 Jun 2006 17:04:27 GMT

and THE VILLAIN still PURSUES HER
Originally uploaded by Trevor Haldenby.

"No! I Will not, will NOT take that child. Get that monster away from me."

i don't know what to make of this.

meme!

Fri, 02 Jun 2006 21:33:28 GMT

LJ Interests meme results

architecture or architexture:
touching. emotional or with your fingers... i guess that i was thinking. maybe i just missed Germany.
bildung of the inauthenticself:
The development of an inauthentic personality over time- the buildungs roman meets goffman perhaps?
bohemians and prussians:
who better? pretty glass and a shade of blue.
coffee and conversation:
one of my favourite joni songs. and one of my favourite past times
gnomes with red hats:
isn't this obvious?
graceful awkwardity:
that's how it came out over breakfast, or so he said.
hammocks:
happy jail!
kitsch:
i love you earnestly.
i love you ironically.
i just love you.
klimtian women:
with their tilted heads and curly tendrils, swirly dresses and floor long tresses; tell me your not a fan of Gustav Klimt.
muffins:
Peter! best roommate ever, until C arrived.

Enter your LJ user name, and 10 interests will be selected from your interest list.

not my chives

Wed, 17 May 2006 22:57:50 GMT

not my chives
Originally uploaded by zorianna.

It is not happy. Now it’s tips are turning gray. Is this signaling a slow demise? It is catching up to the fate of all the others? It is going to perish at my hands?

Right. So it seems that my window gardens are not at all that happy, that is to note, especially my chives. I always half expect that some kind of genetic knowledge will get me through, that somehow the skill of my long forgotten Galacian ancestors will surge through me, and I won’t kill another plant. But I keep on buying, and they keep on dying.

I’m convinced it is because I rarely saw activities in the garden. My great aunt’s Oshawa backyard lined with potatoes, tomatoes and crawling with peas. My Baba’s little Swansea nest full with gooseberries, raspberries and blackberries, and herbs of all sorts. My Dido’s mathematical tomatoes, each strain, each seed mailed from the old country. But the tending, the weeding, the watering, the germination, all happened under the auspices of someone else.

Perhaps my heavy handed ways, the ones that left deep stains on the walls in my old apartment, have not lightened, and are back at it again.

Post Atlantian Pre Move Ueber Something.

Thu, 27 Apr 2006 15:19:51 GMT

modbuild
Originally uploaded by zorianna.

The conference was.... ok. The trip was highlighted when i chomped down into fried green tomatoes- so good!

And now.. my student's exams are marked, I'm packing up my apartment, I'm writing a conference paper and I'm t.a-ing a new course starting Tuesday.

On the brightside, I'm nearing the end of the soft wollen scarf brown scarf that I've been crochetting for the past month (on and off), and will soon be looking for a new project. Thank goodness- time for something new.

It grows up.

Thu, 06 Apr 2006 23:00:31 GMT

It grows up.
Originally uploaded by hotori。.

this flicker person has the same stairwell as my Baba! bizzzarro!

snippy pubes and slippy publics

Sun, 02 Apr 2006 21:39:52 GMT

Yesterday brought an excrutiatingly long fantasy baseball draft and guffaws at paper claims (working class women as a sexual obstacle?) some wretched performance art and a few giggles over wine glasses at the Merch.

In attempts to learn about sports and role-playing jocks, I've decided to join a fantasy baseball league. It seems that I am the only female on the league-- which is destressing to some. Lick my Pujols, Bitches.

The openning of Dirty, the NAC's latest art show was a lot less than satisfying. But with performance art that climaxed with pube snipping, and visual art that resembled a high school project about the impact of pornography on society- what can i say?

The Park[ing Lot]

Wed, 29 Mar 2006 15:11:50 GMT

x
Originally uploaded by zorianna.

It is SO nice out. It IS so nice out. It is so NICE out. It is so nice OUT!
and I am stuck inside writing a paper.. pooey.

I'd rather be at the park where everything is strewn with shadows and x marks the spot- like the most obvious treasure map.

Right-O!

Tue, 21 Mar 2006 15:36:08 GMT

I've aquired two, yes two, lomo cameras in the last little while- and I want, no NEED! to start shooting. Any takers for an afternoon of wine and flashes?

Tue, 31 Jan 2006 05:09:12 GMT

Right, so I mentioned it here http://www.mediatedspace.squarespace.com/journal
and I guess that was enough.

But gosh darn it! Woody, dearest Woody, I know that you have it in you to please o please return to New York.

New Year's Resolution.. restitution.. press the resolution button on your monitor

Tue, 17 Jan 2006 04:01:35 GMT

Right. I believe that it has become time to jump on the empty promise band wagon. I'm keeping my fingers crossed and hoping for a sweet sound track for the trip, and if not, well.. there's nothing that I can do.

So here goes nothing.

This year I will:

1. Stop trying to be so fucking balanced. This means: more coffee, less salad, more sleepless nights, less wheat grass, more chocolate, more just MORE. More glutton less gluten!Yes, I believe this is a return to my prior mode of being. (be honest, this exercising, healthy, middle of the road, responsible Zed is not so much fun)

2. Have my fun and eat it all too. (what does that mean?)

3. Try to relieve the stress of jittery animals and the colic of babies.

4. Finally read the Delta of Venus, fully! not partially, and without starting and stopping.