Finished my paper for child psychotherapy tonight, and still managed to watch two episodes of Angel. Astrid made an amazing salad for dinner with butter lettuce, carrots, cucumber, yellow bell pepper, sunflower sprouts, boiled eggs, and fresh mozzarella, dressed in a delectable raspberry vinaigrette with fresh tarragon and basil. I made crunchy garlic crostini with slices of baguette, freshly pounded garlic, salt, pepper, and olive oil. I'm actually salivating while I'm typing this.
Tomorrow, I work on my thesis papers in earnest. Three more days til summer break.
Monday, June 25, 2007
Thursday, June 21, 2007
Breathe
My next nine days:
Tomorrow:
Read for class
Work on papers due for end of term for Child Psychotherapy,
Critical Theory, and Thesis classes
My final Critical Theory class
My final Law & Ethics class; 50-question final exam
Friday:
Penultimate* day at my Friday bookkeeping gig
Train new bookkeeper
Tranny March at Dolores Park
Party and general mayhem
Saturday:
Work on papers in the morning
LGBTQ filmfest local short films program
Dyke March at Dolores Park
Party and much more mayhem
Pink Saturday in the Castro
Even more partying and mayhem
Sunday:
Recover from the weekend
Work on papers
Avoid the Pride Parade
Reward myself with bloody marys
Monday:
Monday bookkeeping gig
Work on papers
Tuesday:
Work on papers
Final Child Psychotherapy class
More work on papers
Wednesday:
Wednesday bookkeeping gig
Final night to work on papers
Thursday:
Last chance to finalize all three papers
Therapy appointment
Turn in papers
Graduate Psychology Symposium on campus
Friday:
Last day at Friday bookkeeping gig
Last day of training with new bookkeeper
Breathe!
*I just learned that word!
Tomorrow:
Read for class
Work on papers due for end of term for Child Psychotherapy,
Critical Theory, and Thesis classes
My final Critical Theory class
My final Law & Ethics class; 50-question final exam
Friday:
Penultimate* day at my Friday bookkeeping gig
Train new bookkeeper
Tranny March at Dolores Park
Party and general mayhem
Saturday:
Work on papers in the morning
LGBTQ filmfest local short films program
Dyke March at Dolores Park
Party and much more mayhem
Pink Saturday in the Castro
Even more partying and mayhem
Sunday:
Recover from the weekend
Work on papers
Avoid the Pride Parade
Reward myself with bloody marys
Monday:
Monday bookkeeping gig
Work on papers
Tuesday:
Work on papers
Final Child Psychotherapy class
More work on papers
Wednesday:
Wednesday bookkeeping gig
Final night to work on papers
Thursday:
Last chance to finalize all three papers
Therapy appointment
Turn in papers
Graduate Psychology Symposium on campus
Friday:
Last day at Friday bookkeeping gig
Last day of training with new bookkeeper
Breathe!
*I just learned that word!
Wednesday, June 13, 2007
Love - One
Astrid and I had a gorgeous, healthful evening. We made the yummiest fucking turkey burgers ever with a big salad and oven-fries (though, Astrid reminded me, they weren't fries at all, since they were baked, so I think we agreed on calling them "baked 'French-cut' potatoes" and then ruminated about whether there's anything "French" about "french fries" anyway.)
The turkey burgers were fantastic. I started with a pound of Diestel ground turkey in a big stainless steel bowl. I threw in a very large dash of salt (probably somewhere around two teaspoons), milled a bunch of black pepper into it, a couple dashes of hot sauce (I like Tapatio), tossed in one egg white, finely diced red onion (I would have used shallots, but we were out. It's never a good thing to be out of shallots!), minced one clove of garlic, and chopped finely a good couple tablespoons each of fresh sage and thyme.
Don't use dried herbs, or I'll have to pound on you!
So after throwing all that in the bowl, I mixed it all with my bare hands, which is a complete and utter necessity, except that it's totally disgusting, but wash your hands good before, and even better afterward. Then I heated up a large iron skillet, oiled it lightly with olive oil (try it on medium/medium high depending on how hot your stove runs.) The meat divided up into three good sized patties, and I placed those in the hot skillet. I can't be too sure of the time, but basically, I gave them several minutes on each side (say six or seven) and then, as the French-cut potatoes were baking in the oven, I placed the burgers, still in the skillet, in there to finish off, maybe another seven to ten minutes. Toasted some buns, melted some sharp cheddar cheese on top in the last minute of cooking (Astrid thought Swiss would be better next time), grilled up some red onions, and voila (or "viola," as one of Exene's professors actually has been caught saying, not ironically) - juicy, low fat amazingly flavorful turkey burgers!
After just the right amount of dinner (I did not nibble at the extra burger, nor did I bake too many French-cut potatoes) we took a walk up to Dolores Park and played some tennis (read: hit some balls wildly around the court) which was just love-ly (ahem) as A. and I'd never played together before. I think it might become a thing.
While we walked back home (pronounce the "l" in "walk" - this is a holdover in the vernacular from when B. and Mag were still together, I think), hand in hand, we noticed many other people out walking. The day was unusually warm, and at nine-thirty, when we were done with tennis, it was perfectly gorgeous still. We walked and laughed about all the people walking on their legs, I dunno why, but it was silly and pleasing to us--that everyone was walking on their legs--and we had big smiles on our faces. Another couple passed us, and the woman said to us, "You're so cute!" I wanted to tell them that they were cute, too, but I couldn't stop grinning and laughing.
Yay, healthy food! Yay, physical activity! Yay love!
The turkey burgers were fantastic. I started with a pound of Diestel ground turkey in a big stainless steel bowl. I threw in a very large dash of salt (probably somewhere around two teaspoons), milled a bunch of black pepper into it, a couple dashes of hot sauce (I like Tapatio), tossed in one egg white, finely diced red onion (I would have used shallots, but we were out. It's never a good thing to be out of shallots!), minced one clove of garlic, and chopped finely a good couple tablespoons each of fresh sage and thyme.
Don't use dried herbs, or I'll have to pound on you!
So after throwing all that in the bowl, I mixed it all with my bare hands, which is a complete and utter necessity, except that it's totally disgusting, but wash your hands good before, and even better afterward. Then I heated up a large iron skillet, oiled it lightly with olive oil (try it on medium/medium high depending on how hot your stove runs.) The meat divided up into three good sized patties, and I placed those in the hot skillet. I can't be too sure of the time, but basically, I gave them several minutes on each side (say six or seven) and then, as the French-cut potatoes were baking in the oven, I placed the burgers, still in the skillet, in there to finish off, maybe another seven to ten minutes. Toasted some buns, melted some sharp cheddar cheese on top in the last minute of cooking (Astrid thought Swiss would be better next time), grilled up some red onions, and voila (or "viola," as one of Exene's professors actually has been caught saying, not ironically) - juicy, low fat amazingly flavorful turkey burgers!
After just the right amount of dinner (I did not nibble at the extra burger, nor did I bake too many French-cut potatoes) we took a walk up to Dolores Park and played some tennis (read: hit some balls wildly around the court) which was just love-ly (ahem) as A. and I'd never played together before. I think it might become a thing.
While we walked back home (pronounce the "l" in "walk" - this is a holdover in the vernacular from when B. and Mag were still together, I think), hand in hand, we noticed many other people out walking. The day was unusually warm, and at nine-thirty, when we were done with tennis, it was perfectly gorgeous still. We walked and laughed about all the people walking on their legs, I dunno why, but it was silly and pleasing to us--that everyone was walking on their legs--and we had big smiles on our faces. Another couple passed us, and the woman said to us, "You're so cute!" I wanted to tell them that they were cute, too, but I couldn't stop grinning and laughing.
Yay, healthy food! Yay, physical activity! Yay love!
Sunday, June 03, 2007
Rosebud
Hanging out at Muddy's, attempting to write a self-evaluation paper on my clinical skills in identifying and working with clients' substance abuse issues. Mag'll be here pretty soon and then we're going to the Castro to see Citizen Kane on the big screen. Exciting - he's never seen it before! I've only seen it once, so it'll be great to see it again and be able to absorb more of the details in the plot, in the filming, in the performances.
Yesterday, Astrid, Bob, DJ, and I went to a softball game organized by some friends of Astrid's. Calisto and Dave were there, too. The latent softball dyke in me came out in full color, and I found myself almost involuntarily yelling shit like, "Good eye!" and "Way to hustle!" I haven't played the game since probably 1988. I found that all my skills--hitting, catching, throwing--had atrophied, but I can still hold my own "for a girl." After about an hour and a half on the field, I began playing better, but by that time I was pretty tired. Definitely have to do it again sometime.
After the game, Astrid, DJ, Bob and I went over to Calisto and Dave's for yummy mushroom soup and a screening of Star Trek IV: The Voyage Home. It was definitely my favorite in the Star Trek movie saga. Humpback whales save the Earth, dude - who could not love that shit? Probably not quite the calibur of Citizen Kane, but hey, I'm an ecclectic film lover.
Yesterday, Astrid, Bob, DJ, and I went to a softball game organized by some friends of Astrid's. Calisto and Dave were there, too. The latent softball dyke in me came out in full color, and I found myself almost involuntarily yelling shit like, "Good eye!" and "Way to hustle!" I haven't played the game since probably 1988. I found that all my skills--hitting, catching, throwing--had atrophied, but I can still hold my own "for a girl." After about an hour and a half on the field, I began playing better, but by that time I was pretty tired. Definitely have to do it again sometime.
After the game, Astrid, DJ, Bob and I went over to Calisto and Dave's for yummy mushroom soup and a screening of Star Trek IV: The Voyage Home. It was definitely my favorite in the Star Trek movie saga. Humpback whales save the Earth, dude - who could not love that shit? Probably not quite the calibur of Citizen Kane, but hey, I'm an ecclectic film lover.
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