I like cooking to the point that I cook in my head almost as often as anything else. I think the average person, when creating fantasy scenarios in a daydream, is either dying/fighting, having sex, or arguing. I do all those things and I cook as well. I think about what I want to eat, how I want to make it, and who I can convince to help me out. People like Ray are a complete fucking let down because they very rarely have "time" to eat, or claim to not be hungry (which makes no sense and is an outright lie).
So, as posted before, I do not cook as often as I would like. It's truly a bitch to research a recipe, buy the ingredients, do the prep and cook work, and then clean up. Especially when your roommate is prone to bouts of ignoring the dishes completely.
The last time I tried to do something big was a mediocre success. I invited a few people over for dinner, and the game plan was duck with a port wine reduction. No one in Cortland had fresh duck, and the frozen was about twice as expensive as I expected (from experiences back home in civilization). So I went with game hen, which was also frozen. However, as they are very small, I expected them to thaw quickly. No such luck.
The reduction took longer than expected. We didn't have a potato masher. The game hens refused to cook thoroughly. By the time the main entree was finished, we were already stuffed with potatoes (mashed by hand with a whisk), beans, and stuffing. So while we waited, we downed a few bottles of wine and played a few games. By the time the chickens were finished we were half drunk and full. Not good timing on my part.
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Friday, December 7, 2007
Tuesday, April 3, 2007
Teachers
Earlier today, well, ten minutes ago, I asked Razzle D. Dazzle what I should blog about. I asked him specifically because he told me my blog was getting a bit "gay." My apologies if anyone agrees with him. By the way, I mean he meant gay in the new detached sense of "silly or lame" rather than a "blog for homosexuals."
He gave me quite a long list of topics he wanted to see my thoughts on, but the one that caught my attention immediately was--"Which teacher do you want to have sex with?" Oddly enough I had already been giving teachers a lot of thought lately, though not in the sense he was asking me about.
Ray's blog is all about teaching. A few of my professors keep suggesting Teaching to me as a possible job, or something to do in Grad school. I just finished reading a book by Neal Boortz where he quite deftly discusses the dangers of unionized teachers and government schools (also known as Public schools).
I can honestly say that the vast majority of teachers are worthless and are only in place to keep certain ideas moving, keep their jobs, and keep a stranglehold on education. Excellent teachers who promote free thought and originality are the exception and not the rule and I am sick of everyone's junior high essay about the teacher who changed their lives. IF YOU WORK FOR THE GOVERNMENT, CHANCES ARE YOU ARE NOT ONE OF THESE EXCEPTIONS. Although, I must add, the teachers from my actual concentration here in SUNY Cortland have all affected me for the better.
Back to the burning question: which teacher would I have sex with. This was funny because everyone has actually heard a story where I did already have sex with a teacher. And, when you consider that I go to school with quite a few future teachers, it's safely assumed that I have had sex with quite a few women who will be considered, in the very near future, teachers. But currently? I haven't had one teacher here that really got me going.
Isn't that disappointing? It's one of the most common adolescent fantasies I'd say, and judging by the number of websites you can find on this fetish (RESEARCH) it continues to preoccupy the minds of many. If it was going to happen for anyone I'd say their best chances are in College. So if anyone asks me what one of my regrets about College is after I graduate, I can't really say "I didn't party enough." I did. I can't say "I chose the wrong major." I love my major, and I love the friends I have in it.
"I didn't have a really hot teacher."
He gave me quite a long list of topics he wanted to see my thoughts on, but the one that caught my attention immediately was--"Which teacher do you want to have sex with?" Oddly enough I had already been giving teachers a lot of thought lately, though not in the sense he was asking me about.
Ray's blog is all about teaching. A few of my professors keep suggesting Teaching to me as a possible job, or something to do in Grad school. I just finished reading a book by Neal Boortz where he quite deftly discusses the dangers of unionized teachers and government schools (also known as Public schools).
I can honestly say that the vast majority of teachers are worthless and are only in place to keep certain ideas moving, keep their jobs, and keep a stranglehold on education. Excellent teachers who promote free thought and originality are the exception and not the rule and I am sick of everyone's junior high essay about the teacher who changed their lives. IF YOU WORK FOR THE GOVERNMENT, CHANCES ARE YOU ARE NOT ONE OF THESE EXCEPTIONS. Although, I must add, the teachers from my actual concentration here in SUNY Cortland have all affected me for the better.
Back to the burning question: which teacher would I have sex with. This was funny because everyone has actually heard a story where I did already have sex with a teacher. And, when you consider that I go to school with quite a few future teachers, it's safely assumed that I have had sex with quite a few women who will be considered, in the very near future, teachers. But currently? I haven't had one teacher here that really got me going.
Isn't that disappointing? It's one of the most common adolescent fantasies I'd say, and judging by the number of websites you can find on this fetish (RESEARCH) it continues to preoccupy the minds of many. If it was going to happen for anyone I'd say their best chances are in College. So if anyone asks me what one of my regrets about College is after I graduate, I can't really say "I didn't party enough." I did. I can't say "I chose the wrong major." I love my major, and I love the friends I have in it.
"I didn't have a really hot teacher."
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