So Many Books, So Little Time

Il Dolce Far Niente

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You want a physicist to speak at your funeral. You want the physicist to talk to your grieving family about the conservation of energy, so they will understand that your energy has not died. You want the physicist to remind your sobbing mother about the first law of thermodynamics; that no energy gets created in the universe, and none is destroyed. You want your mother to know that all your energy, every vibration, every Btu of heat, every wave of every particle that was her beloved child remains with her in this world. You want the physicist to tell your weeping father that amid energies of the cosmos, you gave as good as you got.

And at one point you’d hope that the physicist would step down from the pulpit and walk to your brokenhearted spouse there in the pew and tell him that all the photons that ever bounced off your face, all the particles whose paths were interrupted by your smile, by the touch of your hair, hundreds of trillions of particles, have raced off like children, their ways forever changed by you. And as your widow rocks in the arms of a loving family, may the physicist let her know that all the photons that bounced from you were gathered in the particle detectors that are her eyes, that those photons created within her constellations of electromagnetically charged neurons whose energy will go on forever.

And the physicist will remind the congregation of how much of all our energy is given off as heat. There may be a few fanning themselves with their programs as he says it. And he will tell them that the warmth that flowed through you in life is still here, still part of all that we are, even as we who mourn continue the heat of our own lives.

And you’ll want the physicist to explain to those who loved you that they need not have faith; indeed, they should not have faith. Let them know that they can measure, that scientists have measured precisely the conservation of energy and found it accurate, verifiable and consistent across space and time. You can hope your family will examine the evidence and satisfy themselves that the science is sound and that they’ll be comforted to know your energy’s still around. According to the law of the conservation of energy, not a bit of you is gone; you’re just less orderly. Amen.

-Aaron Freeman.

Caramel Custard Pie, for pixink!

Note: I used a different crust recipe than the one in the pie recipe, so I can't attest to the crust. I can however attest to the scrumptiousness of the filling!

The crust recipe I used:

Cook's Illustrated Foolproof Pie Crust.

2 1/2 cups (12 1/2 ounces) unbleached all-purpose flour
1 teaspoon table salt
2 tablespoons sugar
12 tablespoons (1 1/2 sticks) cold unsalted butter, cut into 1/4-inch slices
1/2 cup cold vegetable shortening, cut into 4 pieces
1/4 cup cold vodka
1/4 cup cold water

Process 1 1/2 cups flour, salt, and sugar in food processor until combined, about 2 one-second pulses. Add butter and shortening and process until homogeneous dough just starts to collect in uneven clumps, about 15 seconds (dough will resemble cottage cheese curds and there should be no uncoated flour). Scrape bowl with rubber spatula and redistribute dough evenly around processor blade. Add remaining cup flour and pulse until mixture is evenly distributed around bowl and mass of dough has been broken up, 4 to 6 quick pulses. Empty mixture into medium bowl.

Sprinkle vodka and water over mixture. With rubber spatula, use folding motion to mix, pressing down on dough until dough is slightly tacky and sticks together. Divide dough into two even balls and flatten each into 4-inch disk. Wrap each in plastic wrap and refrigerate at least 45 minutes or up to 2 days.

Caramel Custard Pie

From Jalene Lyon (who lives in Albuquerque):

This recipe is special because it comes from my grandmother Mary and her sister Ethel. They ran a truck stop during the Great Depression in a place they called "Little Chicago." The sisters became so famous for their pies that my grandfather, who drove a MAC Truck, made it a point to get routed through their location every job he could. He loved my grandmother's pie (and apparently my grandmother) that eventually he just couldn't get enough and he married her! The pies remain a tradition in my family today. Both my sister and I bake them often. While my grandmother and her sister had many family pie favorites, the Caramel Pie is the one that made them most famous in our families.


For the caramel custard pie filling:
2C Fresh Light Brown sugar
2T Flour (well rounded)
2 eggs
2C Half/Half or Whole Milk.

Pie Crust:
14T lard or butter
2T milk,
6T hot water
2C flour

Cooking Directions

Mix wet ingredients until well blended. Mix dry ingredients until well blended. Combine the wet ingredients into the dry ingredients. Prick bottom of pie crust and add filling and bake on the bottom rack of oven at 450 for 10 minutes. Reduce heat to 325 and cook for 40 minutes. Cool pie until it reaches room temperature. Place in refrigerator until cold. Garnish with sugared whipped cream (whipping cream and 1/2C powdered sugar) place whipped topping on top of pie and have fun with garnish!

We like shaved coconut and chocolate.

Link to the video of the pie winning & being made

This made me happy
omg yay showgirls

This is just too cool
omg yay showgirls
Disused call-box turned into world's smallest lending library!

Well, this is just silly, isn't it?

Really, ABC Family Channel? Really? You are actually counting down to the 25 Days of Christmas?

Isn't the 25 Days of Christmas kind of, you know...a countdown already?

Isn't 25 days enough?

What's next? The countdown to the countdown to the countdown to Christmas?

And on the local evening news, the anchordroid said something like, "And, it's 43 shopping days to Christmas!"


::smacks head against desk repeatedly::

See, if this all started Dec. 1, it would make sense. I'd be on board with the program. But this is just silly.

Happy Birthday!
birthday girl
Happy Birthday wishes going out to malinaldarose! I hope today brings you laughter and good things and chocolate!

P.S. I meant to have your thing from the "I'm making you something" meme from ten million years ago finished and there for your birthday, but, well, that did not happen. One of these days!

Roger Ebert on books
I've recently started reading Roger Ebert's blog. It's not just about movies, it's about all kinds of things. He is such a interesting writer, very intelligent and thoughtful. I generally really like what he says and how he says it. I really liked this essay, about books!

Happy Birthday!
Big happy birthday wishes go out to archanglrobriel today! Hope it is the beginning of your best decade yet!

What, were you raised in a barn?
urge to kill rising
Anyone who watched President Obama's address to Congress last night (or has heard the news this morning) knows what I'm talking about. Booing the President? Shouting out "You lie!" to the President? 

Look, when the last President was in office, and on those very rare occassions when I could stomach his weasely squinty-eyed smirking face long enough to actually watch his (also very rare) addresses to Congress, I would boo and shout out similar things to him.


Also, and perhaps most importantly, I was NOT A MEMBER OF CONGRESS.

God. I get that he completely disagreed with Obama and probably hates the very sight of him, but, dude...if you're a member of Congress and the President of the United States is addressing you and all your fellow members of Congress and you're on live tv and the entire world is watching...shut the fuck up. Have some respect for the office, at least, if not for the person holding it. Have respect for the situation and the place you're in.

And the rest of you! What's with the booing? The signs? The waving of bills? The lack of attention?

You don't like his plan? Fine--come to him with actual other ideas. But if you want to kill health reform just to spite him, just to say you defeated him, just because he's Democrat and you're Republican and you'll die before you support anything a Democrat wants, then...that is just FUCKED UP.

I continue to be suprised with myself for actually wanting to watch a President's address to Congress, to being riveted by what is being said and how it's being said and with agreeing with most of what is being said. I really liked his address last night. I continue to like his ideas, to want him to succeed. I still believe he genuinely wants to do right by this country. I'm still on your side, man. Don't let the turkeys get you down.

Happy 999 Day!
giggle marian
It's 09-09-09. I remember 06-06-06 like it was just yesterday. No, seriously. Also 07-07-07. Not so much 05-05-05, though. 

Who gave time permission to go by so damn fast, anyway?

Your music playlist for today should be:

Revolution Number 9, by the Beatles.
Love Potion No. 9, by The Clovers.

Your movie viewing for today should be:

Ferris Bueller's Day Off.

Your TV viewing for today should be:

Star Trek: Deep Space 9.

You should feed your cat:

Nine Lives