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Well one would think I would have learned my lesson after this morning attempt at improvised cooking, but no such luck I fear.

I was getting ready to make dinner, at least something of which I am fairly competent with, because I have made it before and it comes with easy to follow directions telling me what to do. And I found in the closet some corn muffin mix, and it sounded pretty simple and easy to do so I thought that would go well with dinner.

I get out the mixing ...

First of all I don't cook! And though I am not exactly very "domestic" as it were. When it comes to cooking it is not out of any particular protest or dislike, I actually wouldn't mind it because I do love food. The problem is I am a disaster at it.

Half the time I don't know what I am doing, and I try to just make it up as I go along, but to say the least I find that rarely actually works out very well.

I told my boyfriend, after he teaches me how to cook, ...

I'm reading a book now called "Down the Nile, Alone in a Fisherman's Skiff" by Rosemary Mahoney. The title is fairly self-explanatory, but Ms. Mahoney excels at describing the people, the culture, and the land of Egypt.

I was particularly struck by a passage about a woman she encounters and her hopes and dreams for her own life. Most of the people Ms. Mahoney encounters live in poverty that is somewhat dire. The woman she refers to is not going hungry, but she does suffer ...

Every semester, I promise myself to take fewer science classes the following semester and every single time, it never ends up happening (ha). Either I see a class that I never knew existed before and think “ooh this looks so interesting” or I try to get the required classes out of the way or someone who took the class thinks I’d absolutely love it (which I do, but still). So, after the first week of classes, there’s this period where it’s so hard to get up in the morning: it’s the weeks after you ...

Fleeting night in bonfire
Conception at midnight
Brief solidarity.

The moon plummets down upon the sprinkling air
The alcohol sanitizes hands, artificial water.
The luminous reflection which so seemed to be the plunging
Twine, now splashes upon the shimmering lake.
Reflection of face and silent memory, awakening
Empty forest once alive, integrating
Signs of reiterating wake
Regurgitating ache
Plummets down to the ...