salsa

Growing up in sunday school, the bible was often compared to a recipe book. Supposedly, if you follow a recipe, your food should turn out just right. Similarly, if you follow the bible, your life should be pretty good too. Now, I've never been a fan of the cooking, or the baking, or basically any activity that takes place in a kitchen. So, whether this dubious analogy was accurate or not hasn't been of much concern to me.

Today I found myself in a difficult position: half a bag of tortilla chips, and all out of salsa. So I thought I'd look up a recipe for fresh salsa. I went to the store and bought all the ingredients, came home, put everything together.... and.....

Just barely edible. So there you have it. Reading the bible is nothing like making salsa. And I still hate cooking. I'll probably throw all that salsa away.

Reading the bible is more like reading a map, methinks, like a roadmap. It can show me how to get from Regina to Victoria, but it won't show me the ginormous mountain range in the way. If I want to know about the topography, I'll have to check out a different map. This is why I love National Geographic, they give you maps of everything, roads, topography, population, industry, even a map taken at night from a satellite, where all you can see is tiny lights congregating in places like new york and dispersing in places like the Congo.

If anyone has a good recipe for a nice fresh salsa (that works) I'd love to hear it. I still have leftover chips.

soooo not feeling cohesive

I can only assume that they found out season three was cancelled AFTER they had already aired the finale to season two. That is the only logical reason for such an unfair cliffhanger.

So, other than my initial rage at being dumped just as Wentworth Miller showed up, I am pleased with the content of Joan of Arcadia's second and final season. It has had it's usual effect on me, motivating me to stop and listen a little more and stop with the overanalyzing. It reminds me to pay attention to my peripheral vision. Also, it has re-sparked my interest in string theory and all that other stuff.

Lately I really miss God. Feels like I've been on a long vacation, inside my head.

Sometimes I wonder if God is behind my dogs' eyes, trying so hard to communicate some telepathic secret with me, which I always interpret as "out" or "food" or "scratch my ears" when all the time he's trying to explain unified field theory. Then with a frustrated sigh, plops down with his chin on the floor, looking up at me with love and perplexion (is that a word? who cares).

I need to get my dogs some peanut butter so I can spread it on the roofs of their mouths and imagine we're having a conversation.

Great. Now I burned my dinner. I'm a genius in the kitchen, i tell you. genius.