Showing posts with label Stochastic. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Stochastic. Show all posts

4.02.2011

That's Sooo Stochastic: The Random+Random Edition.

Jajajaja recently did a "6 CONFESSIONS" post, and like with most of our lives, I'ms a'gonna copy her because I really have nothing new or exciting to write as of late.

But I really hate the idea of confessing my horrible, horrible sins and lifestyle ways to the internets (remember people: anything and everything you put online will haunt you later in life, if not your dreams), so here are just some random thoughts and things about me and/or that have popped into head that need documenting.
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001/ Read and finished this book a couple of months ago (because I love the movie so much):
I didn't loooove it looove it as much the movie (I mean, who doesn't love Christian Bale as Patrick Bateman??), but if you want a book that might make you wonder about the monster living around you and inside of you, then go for it. What REAAALLY got me, though? Exchange some of the Armani/Oliver Peoples/Ferragamo references with, I dunno, Rick Owens/Karen Walker/No. 6 shoes, and this book couldbewouldbe a relevant reflection of current society. What? BLEW. YOUR.  MIND.

002/ Currently reading (because science+religion+Carl Sagan intrigues me):

003/ I've been obsessed with finding the DEKOPON, aka Satsuma, or the Sumo Orange (origins: Japan):
The almost 15-year journey of the Dekopon to the States reads like a hard pulp mystery novel of the 1930s and 40s. Orange lovers smuggling forbidden seeds from Japan; farmers sneakily grafting branches onto fruit trees; the off-the-level sweetness that seduces everyone who tastes it; the SECRETSLIES(no videotape?)ORANGESMANDRINSTANGERINES! Read the article that forced me to search for this citrus- which I eventually found at the Japanese market. Thoughts: Fortunately, it IS as sweets as described; unfortunately, it still taste like a tangerine.

004/ If Kristy Thomas from The Babysitters' Club were an adult (...and real) she'd be Julia from Perfect Couples.
Anyone watch "Perfect Couples" on NBC? No? Anyone? All right, whatevs, I LIKE IT. After watching the first few episodes, I was all like (to myself), "OMG, Julia IS Kristy. Totally Kristy." Similarities: both are prettty sporty and competitive; both are "mistakened" for lesbians ("It's the way you walk. It's confusing."); the badly, BABLY done-up hair; their inabilites to flirt or take a compliment ("I don't even... I don't even know... WHAAT?!"); and their way of forcing their bodies to heal themselves.

005/ The words "JIGGAWATTS" and "SCHADENFREUDE" have been running nonstop through my mind. Say it to yourselves: "Jiggawatts". "Schadenfreude" (pronounced: sha-den-freud-ah, and throw a lil Germanic accent to it). Doesn't it feel nice? Yaaah. Schadenfreude. Now scream this next quote when you're zooming down the freeway:
Mmmm hmmm, Doc Brown knows.

006a/CDs.
Ohhh, not THOSE types of CDs, silly! I mean the $$ type, "Certificates of Deposit" (click on link to learn about them). After getting my tax refund, I thought (agains, to myself), "I should TOOOTALLY be adult about this." I'm at an age where money needs are real and important (like, I dunnnno, paying off my student loans and getting myself to a bigass trip??), and ICAN'TBELIEVEI'MSAYING THIS, but I want my money to work for me. The interest on my savings account is shit and the $$ sitting in my checking account is LAZY. I know I gonna sound old, but save your money kids!

006b/ Lastly, because GIFSAREMYLIFE:
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9.26.2010

That's Soooo Stochastic: Rude Boy + Baking Edition.

Random No. 001: Rude Boy Outfit.
Like many of you, my sister is a source of sartorial inspiration (BTW, send Jaya some LOOOOOVE  because she is betwixt and between and all mixed up in an "ARTIST'S DILEMMA" (**cough, cough, hint, nudge)).

Sooo, I stole... I mean borrowed... her wardrobe staples and threw this strangely comfortable outfit together.
Rude Boy-lite.
Rude Boy-lite.
Rude Boy-lite.
+ Jaya's Marc Jacobs' Young Mens polo: Salvation Army ($3!).
+Belt: Target.
+Jaya's black shorts: ON (jeans cut into shorts).
+Vintage purse: Melrose Trading Post/Fairfax Flea Market.
+Plaid faux-creepers: Vans store.

Random No. 002: When I'm bored, I bake things.
Over the past few months, I got the urge to create things. Since my hand-eye coordination is comparable to Mister Magoo's, soooo anything computer-based/wood burning/wood whittling/DIY sewing projects are borderline dangerous to me.

I turned to baking a couple of years ago when, one day, I realized that fresh baked bread is THE MOST COMFORTING scent in this gorgeous universe.

Here are some of food that I've baked (and fried.... yummmmm):

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Tri-colored pastel cupcakes with buttercream frosting. Used a modified recipe from OurBestBites.com.


J and I mandolin'd purple potatoes to make chips and whipped up an easy garlic aoili dipping sauce on the side.

MY MOST FAVORITE FOOD (that is, right now) would be Brazilian Cheese Bread. I cannot explain the bizarre texture (it has the chewiness of boba on the inside, but the crustiness of baguette on the outside), but go to your nearest Brazilian restaurant and gobble one up.

Lastly, my favorite food to make is a classic French Bread. Kneading dough is one of the most (**sidenote: I seem to be using the phrase "one of the most" A LOT in this post. Whaaa the whaaa, emotions?? Get A GRIP, Self.) cathartic experiences a person can... experience. Save for, as Jaya just deftly pointed out, a "crying jag."

Random No. 003: I L-O-V-E the autumnal season... of television.