In the name of Allah, most Gracious, most Merciful.
YOOOOOOOOLIIIIIEEEE!!!!
Hi Julia! Are you having fun? Yes, you are the center of attention, you are my girl! Mine, mine, MINE. Of course I love you, and I forgive you. Hey people, she's a lady, and she does what she does because she loves her friends and the many people who depend on her kindness. Got it?
Oh Julia, I didn't get to blog yesterday, even though I wrote the letter. I got distracted by a fish. But I posted that letter today, in case you want to read it.
Wednesday, December 26, 2012
Letter to Julia 20121226
In the name of Allah, most Gracious, most Merciful.
Oh, what a busy day! One thing after another! Especially housework... it's like a domino effect! I wanted to change my bedsheet, then it turned into doing laundry, and vacuuming... at 10pm! Oh, I'm so lazy. I want a house that cleans itself, and clothes that wash themselves. How would that work? Each garment would have a built in sensor that would measure how much dirt and s*** is present, then activate a washing sequence. How? Each garment would have a built in washer and dryer? Naaahh... a robotic solution would be more practical. The sensor would activate a "maid" type robot to undress you and throw the clothes into the washer when the dirt reaches a certain level. Oh Julia, I'm so lazy!
Before all that awful mundane stuff, I was cooking up some bamboo shoots fried rice. There seems to be an endless supply of bamboo shoots in the yard. I like to marinade them in salt water for about a week to tenderize them. Tastes kind of like sauerkraut. But there's a natural bitterness in my bamboo shoots. I watched Iron Chef on Shadowplay TV while eating dinner, it was the bamboo shoots battle. Wow, their bamboo shoots are big and fat. The commentator compared bamboo shoots to growing boys, and talked about how subtle bamboo shoots taste. My bamboo shoots are kind of thin and bitter, but there are so many of them, I have to experiment. I was trimming my bamboo the other day with my parang, and I missed a cut and hit a shoot bud right on the head. It was just barely peeping out of the ground, and it was nice and fat, too. What a crying shame. It grew up a few days later all twisted and bent, and covered in mud and red ants. I'll be more careful next time, insyaAllah. Those tiny little growing things are so sensitive at that age.
Oh, what a busy day! One thing after another! Especially housework... it's like a domino effect! I wanted to change my bedsheet, then it turned into doing laundry, and vacuuming... at 10pm! Oh, I'm so lazy. I want a house that cleans itself, and clothes that wash themselves. How would that work? Each garment would have a built in sensor that would measure how much dirt and s*** is present, then activate a washing sequence. How? Each garment would have a built in washer and dryer? Naaahh... a robotic solution would be more practical. The sensor would activate a "maid" type robot to undress you and throw the clothes into the washer when the dirt reaches a certain level. Oh Julia, I'm so lazy!
Before all that awful mundane stuff, I was cooking up some bamboo shoots fried rice. There seems to be an endless supply of bamboo shoots in the yard. I like to marinade them in salt water for about a week to tenderize them. Tastes kind of like sauerkraut. But there's a natural bitterness in my bamboo shoots. I watched Iron Chef on Shadowplay TV while eating dinner, it was the bamboo shoots battle. Wow, their bamboo shoots are big and fat. The commentator compared bamboo shoots to growing boys, and talked about how subtle bamboo shoots taste. My bamboo shoots are kind of thin and bitter, but there are so many of them, I have to experiment. I was trimming my bamboo the other day with my parang, and I missed a cut and hit a shoot bud right on the head. It was just barely peeping out of the ground, and it was nice and fat, too. What a crying shame. It grew up a few days later all twisted and bent, and covered in mud and red ants. I'll be more careful next time, insyaAllah. Those tiny little growing things are so sensitive at that age.
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