Bring It.

reposted from aencre

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So it's about 6:30 in the morning having spent the entire night working on my Design Engineering group assignment. Lots of drafting, bit and pieces of force and deflection calculations, estimating loads, constantly imagining and accessing my design under the criteria of energy and cost efficiency. My head's a bit hazy, everything feels a bit slow. I can feel my heart beating with effort. I'm a little restless and absolutely exhausted.

Life is interesting and amazing. Especially once you realise morning has come with the birds chirping to the sunrise and a soft misty light from the cloudy sky lazily glowing through the blinds.

I go to think: Life is pretty wonderful.

My projects are not finished, there are a pile of assignments yet to be finished. There are exams to study for. But I think. It's time to stop making excuses; and start jumping over hurdles.

Problems fix themselves when your in the deep end, exhausted and struggling to stay afloat.

Good Old Billy Joel

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Jacques Brel

“A man should look as if he had bought his clothes with intelligence, put them on with care, and then forgotten all about them.”Hardy Amies

Everything seems to be changing so quickly. The seasons are getting shorter, the clock is ticking faster. Things which I had previous thought were rare, infrequent are becoming increasingly common without loosing it's quality. I never seem to be able to keep track of the time. One week flies past and before I realise I'm already half way through the next. All those things that I push off to the side to do later, have been delayed for more than a year now. It's frightening because everything else has just been increasing in speed.Faster and faster these wheels are turning and churning. There's no brakes of any kind built into this vehicle of life as it runs along the highway.

“Style is knowing who you are, what you want to say and not giving a damn.”Gore Vidal[link]

Old Man

lamp

I got off the 737 bus and saw this man weaving through the crowd.

It was on a cold winter's night that I saw this man. He stood out amazingly well against the wall of dark cool winter jackets with his canary yellow polo collar protruding from his simple bright red pullover.

He was quite elderly, although surprisingly agile. He ran with this knees bent; thin, fine light brown tweed pants making a soft swishing sound as he ran. The wooden soles of his brown leather soles clicked as he swifty adjusted for the uneven ground. With a hand he pushed a dark brown leather carrier bag to his right. On his left, he used a long black umbrella is a counterweight.

Did I mention his thing wispy white hair waving gentle in the air? It was supreme.

Regina Spektor

First professional concert of an original artist that I paid for.

I was impressed but disappointed at the same time.

It was amazing that she sounded exactly the same as her studio recordings. Every note, pitch, feeling, nuance.

It was slightly disappointing that I didn't experience anything new.

(They also took my dslr away, damn you honesty)

Note to self: work on smuggling skills.

Fungus Stew

King Oyster Mushrooms, Red Onion, Garlic

Enoki Mushrooms, Straw Mushrooms, Zucchini

The rest of the Zucchini, Seaweed, Dried Prawns

Fry Garlic, then Onion until brown.

Add water.

Throw in Fungus party.

Boil Boil Boil.

Scatter Seaweed and Dried Prawns.

Salt and Soya Sauce to taste.

Serve.

First time I made this dish, was at a friends house on a hotplate.

Only we used button and enoki mushrooms, brown onion, spinach, seaweed and dried prawns. The taste was a lot cleaner than my second attempt (this one), probably because I didn't throw in as much ingredients, and probably because I didn't over-do the salt. Nevertheless, I'm happy that I've figured out a sweet soup base from scratch.