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They are both very good and very poignant some of my form poems for survivor were on that subject. I have been wearing my poppy with pride and today we visited the war memorial in town to view the poppy wreaths. One of the young lads killed recently was from this town, he was a hero having carried a wounded comrade who lost a leg plus all his gear on his back to safety. For men (an women) like this I stood to attention this morning and bowed my head as the guns went off in salute.
Too many have died recently. My head will bow in mourning and respect as I attend our services on Wednesday.
 
Three Sisters Soup

I made this in a wok just now and it was superduper good.

Saute cubed firm tofu in canola oil, soy sauce and sweet hot pepper sauce.
Set tofu to the side and saute sweet corn, pumpkin and onion in butter.
Pour in water and powdered or condensed milk
Fold in tofu with spices (curry, cinnamon, fennel and chili powder to taste)
Sprinkle in dried mashed potato flakes to thicken soup if desired.

I followed this up with sweet yams baked in maple syrup. *happy sigh*
 
Three Sisters Soup

I made this in a wok just now and it was superduper good.

Saute cubed firm tofu in canola oil, soy sauce and sweet hot pepper sauce.
Set tofu to the side and saute sweet corn, pumpkin and onion in butter.
Pour in water and powdered or condensed milk
Fold in tofu with spices (curry, cinnamon, fennel and chili powder to taste)
Sprinkle in dried mashed potato flakes to thicken soup if desired.

I followed this up with sweet yams baked in maple syrup. *happy sigh*

You had to go and make a tummy growl.
 
I miss you guys. Being at the hospital for those three days a week has severely cut into my online socialization. LOL When I'm home on my days off, I have to get my schoolwork and writing work done. I haven't even been able to get very far in NaNoWriMo. That sucks. I think I need to make my own NaNoWriMo when I'm done with treatment. The month after I'm finished might serve the purpose well.

So, I've just been doing the same thing. I am doing well in treatment. My psychiatrist said that I am doing better than 99.99% of people who attend the program. I asked what happened to the other .01%. LOL We had a little laugh about my perfectionism.

One kinda cool thing is that I had written a few articles for HubPages. One of the articles, "How I Raised an Obama," was nominated for their little recognition for the best articles by new HubPages writers (http://hubpages.com/_hubnuggets10/hub/come-on-down). Feel free to vote for me. There's a link there to my article.

What have you all been up to?

I'm gonna start some of my work for today. I'll check back later.
Take care,
Sheila
 
Well, LS, I acted on your little reminder-prod about the nano thing. Honestly didn't plan to get too deep into it, but one paragraph led to another and one idea spawned another and now I just about have the 50K. It isn't very readable. Needs plenty of work. Inconsistencies abound and many loose ends need to be tied up. Lacks cohesion. I would no way present it as it is and expect anyone to enjoy reading it top to bottom. Maybe a few sections. Maybe more like a meandering rough sketch or several sketches that, with a little (or a lot) of work could certainly warrant closer attentions.

I'm sure I would not have spent this much mental energy and time on it if not for your little reminder-prod. :rose:
 
And I think I've discovered how to tell the difference between prose and poetry.
If you've been submerged in one so it dominates your thoughts and then you decide to come up for air and step into the other, but it doesn't receive you as smoothly as you expected.

Like I became sentimental for the smaller compact snapshots and went to the door to the room I knew well but upon stepping in found it all completely rearranged, completely foreign, the walls and the floor nothing but blank pages; just kinda stare at them without a clue where to begin or if this is even the same room, like the door's the same and the room's in the same place but the insides got switched around or sucked out or something.

I think it works the other way too.
 
Well, LS, I acted on your little reminder-prod about the nano thing. Honestly didn't plan to get too deep into it, but one paragraph led to another and one idea spawned another and now I just about have the 50K. It isn't very readable. Needs plenty of work. Inconsistencies abound and many loose ends need to be tied up. Lacks cohesion. I would no way present it as it is and expect anyone to enjoy reading it top to bottom. Maybe a few sections. Maybe more like a meandering rough sketch or several sketches that, with a little (or a lot) of work could certainly warrant closer attentions.

I'm sure I would not have spent this much mental energy and time on it if not for your little reminder-prod. :rose:

I'm glad it has worked out well for you! With Nano, I would not expect to have a finished manuscript at the end of the month. At least for me, when I am rushing to write by word count, I know I will have to go back an edit, edit, edit! So, don't feel bad about that at all. I think all I ever encouraged you to do is "just do it." The only reason that I keep pushing that is that I see something unique and special in you and I have hope that you will continue to share it.
 
I'm glad it has worked out well for you! With Nano, I would not expect to have a finished manuscript at the end of the month. At least for me, when I am rushing to write by word count, I know I will have to go back an edit, edit, edit! So, don't feel bad about that at all. I think all I ever encouraged you to do is "just do it." The only reason that I keep pushing that is that I see something unique and special in you and I have hope that you will continue to share it.

Do you experience what I was talking about?
I'm still a bit bewildered. Not a bad bewilderment.
Interest and attraction is not the problem. The interest is really pretty strong, but it's like spending 12 hours a day for a 15 straight days working in a huge field, just plowing or planting or whatever all is done in huge fields... fieldwork. Then go directly from that to find one little prickly pear and wait for the appearance of one little flower. Or casting a wide net off a shore or doing that out on the ocean for 15 days and nights and then stepping off, and then... well I don't know... sitting on the bank of a postage stamp pond with a cane pole and a bobber and a lawn chair. Still didn't get it. See?
 
I think I might know what you are talking about, but let me see...

Are you talking about getting used to things being a certain way, habit, things make sense.. then, changing and feeling disoriented or disconnected even if the change is to something you felt comfortable with in the past? For me, art school has been somewhat like this.. I used to only paint what I wanted.. draw what I wanted. Now, all my creative time is spent doing assignments. And though I feel the need to create something just for me, I feel like I don't have the motivation and confidence to do so. The blank canvas can be intimidating.. when in the past, it was exciting.. welcoming..

It used to be the other way around. When I was only creating things on my own, I was intimidated with the idea of going to art school. I freely created my own work. I was used to that then. But now, I've become used to things being a another way.. being told what to create and how to create it.

Like I said, I'm not sure if this is exactly what you are talking about, but this is my recent experience.

Time to get ready to go to the hospital. sigh...
 
I think I might know what you are talking about, but let me see...

Are you talking about getting used to things being a certain way, habit, things make sense.. then, changing and feeling disoriented or disconnected even if the change is to something you felt comfortable with in the past? For me, art school has been somewhat like this.. I used to only paint what I wanted.. draw what I wanted. Now, all my creative time is spent doing assignments. And though I feel the need to create something just for me, I feel like I don't have the motivation and confidence to do so. The blank canvas can be intimidating.. when in the past, it was exciting.. welcoming..

It used to be the other way around. When I was only creating things on my own, I was intimidated with the idea of going to art school. I freely created my own work. I was used to that then. But now, I've become used to things being a another way.. being told what to create and how to create it.

Like I said, I'm not sure if this is exactly what you are talking about, but this is my recent experience.

Time to get ready to go to the hospital. sigh...

Yeah I guess kinda.
Lotsa the time it isn't so traumatic because I keep everything near and grab this and grab that, so I give out the love to everyone (except that old minolta suffers the most neglect, to my shame, except there is expense to consider); like I might sit here and screw around with a story that will probably never be finished, and then maybe get the poetry mood, you know, back and forth, here and there, so a little crisscrossing is no sweat... and so on... but this nano thing was like two straight weeks focused on just that one world. The only reason I reached the 50K was because I knew if I took a break from it I wouldn't get back to it, so I just plowed away (actually I just glanced at some of it a little bit ago and some of it is pretty hard to look at but it's got moments too; I can see where to cultivate and where to weed, and what strengths and weaknesses to focus on and try to avoid for the future, or even to the incomplete). And then in that case trying to shift the mind from the wide open rambly blabbing to vivid concision... well it's a strange feeling, like where am I... these streets are not the same as I thought I remembered. Where do I go?

But things are beginning to become familiar again.

Hope all goes well for you.
 
ugh.. rough day at the hospital. Seems like almost everyone in my group struggled today. Group therapy was tough...as it often is and maybe should be. The other groups were hardly any easier. sigh. I am so glad that yesterday I did most of my schoolwork due today. I just have a couple drawings to do tonight.

Been thinking about the Survivor Poetry contest, regular Survivor contest, and Nano.. Normally, I would be really hard on myself for my less than expected progress on all of them. But, this year was just a tough one for planned productivity. I think it's a good idea to pick a month after I am done in the partial hospitalization to hold a private Nano. I do feel the need to work on what I started, I just don't have it in me right now.

I hope you all are doing well. Have a great weekend!
 
ugh.. rough day at the hospital. Seems like almost everyone in my group struggled today. Group therapy was tough...as it often is and maybe should be. The other groups were hardly any easier. sigh. I am so glad that yesterday I did most of my schoolwork due today. I just have a couple drawings to do tonight.

Been thinking about the Survivor Poetry contest, regular Survivor contest, and Nano.. Normally, I would be really hard on myself for my less than expected progress on all of them. But, this year was just a tough one for planned productivity. I think it's a good idea to pick a month after I am done in the partial hospitalization to hold a private Nano. I do feel the need to work on what I started, I just don't have it in me right now.

I hope you all are doing well. Have a great weekend!

And I hope you're doing OK with all that.
Don't know about nano or regular survivor, but looks like there's not much poetry survivor going on now.
 
WSO's got something good going with those Observations. The rain committing suicide... could see that. And the daisy and the lawn. Nods of approval and appreciation here.
 
Whenever I've been among a group and there's one or two who seem to instigate such discord as to inspire the majority's vehement disapproval, I've tended to sympathize with the troublemaker. Underdog syndrome. I want to believe that beneath the surface there's a really good soul who just got pushed around a lot when they were kids or something, who knows. Because I know what it's like to be an outsider. Even if they produce work that I don't particularly care for. Because I know how difficult it is and I am never completely satisfied with anything I present. So I can also empathize with a sensitivity to criticism. I don't like it. I take it too personally even when I know it shouldn't be taken personally and even if it is personal, that's the critic's right. And as liberal as my tastes are I don't like everything that everyone does all the time. Variety. That's the beauty.

Anyway, there comes a time when the spectacles of sympathy fall off and you see that their motives are not in line with what you wanted to believe. You see they really are slime and you have to realize the chances of redemption are really pretty slim. Feel a little stupid for sympathizing. Gullible. Too gullible. Too nice. Assuming the best of intentions in all people. Maybe it goes hand in hand with the over-sensitivity problem. "I wouldn't go around doing that, so I can't imagine someone else doing that...." but they do. They sure do.

Well, that feels better. Back to the good stuff.
 
Wife decided to invest in a laptop. It's pretty dang snazzy. Double triple super duper snazzy compared to my old clunker PC.

Fast and full of features and I'm looking forward to seeing how it uploads audio. I anticipate it will go quite quick and smooth. Takes forrrrreeevvvverrrr on the old clunker PC. And when people have given links to tunes and videos I've not really been able to share in those experiences because the old clunker just can't handle them very well. So I look forward to that.

But I've haven't yet got comfortable with writing with it. Seems confining or something. And I can see what they mean when the story feedbackers advise about paragraph lengths. I didn't understand before the big deal because on the old clunker chunky paragraphs are not a big problem. But I could see how it could cause distresses from the laptop. It really does not create an environment friendly to reading or writing tangential rambles because the confinement the keyboard causes makes you want to just say it and quit. The clunker pc actually encourages rambling because it's comfortable. More the kickback feel.

So for stuff like communications, sound, video, photos, and all done lickety-split... looks like the laptop's the dope.

But I think for writing I'll stick with the old clunker.
 
i was a marvel once :D
maybe i can make a comeback as an antique!

Hey.
Here we have all these possibilities. All the wealth of musical talents out there. Bands bands bands... yet, when you see a commercial, do they utilize these talents to come up with new and original jingles? No. Where do they get them? Right. Whose music are they drawing from to sell cars? Right. Blue Oyster Cult.

Clunkers Unite!
 
Hey.
Here we have all these possibilities. All the wealth of musical talents out there. Bands bands bands... yet, when you see a commercial, do they utilize these talents to come up with new and original jingles? No. Where do they get them? Right. Whose music are they drawing from to sell cars? Right. Blue Oyster Cult.

Clunkers Unite!

does that make us a Clink? :cool:
 
does that make us a Clink? :cool:

a Clank would tie it all together; a clunk without clank will only fall with a thud, but the clank, a well-greased clank, helps the clunk move. And yes, together they clink. I think. Maybe. Something like that.
 
a Clank would tie it all together; a clunk without clank will only fall with a thud, but the clank, a well-greased clank, helps the clunk move. And yes, together they clink. I think. Maybe. Something like that.
how's that for erotica?

clunk-click, every trip said Jimmy Saville
 
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