Writing from a different East Coast...
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Ireland is gorgeous in all the ways it's supposed to be: lush rolling green hills and plains, friendly local brogue, stark cliffs and curling beaches. London is intense and busy and ancient, turning the corner past the cutely-named cafe to be confronted with stones dating back hundreds of years, pausing to marvel and shaken out of it by impatient car horns. Stonehenge is -- god, Stonehenge is going to drive me to poetry sometime soon, both the site itself and the industry of it. Ditto Bath, the Ring of Kerry, the Book of Kells, etc, etc, etc. (Did I mention the tour of Trinity College given by a good-looking student with a hot accent? Oh yes. Mmm history and architecture and superstition and libraries and accent.) European drivers are (still) totally insane, a condition possibly brought on by the tight twisting narrow shoulderless European roads. All in all it's been a strange combination of "just like home" and "totally different", sometimes venturing into whatever you'd call the uncanny valley of traveling. When I come home (or maybe on the plane) I'm going to start writing everything I can remember down, but in the meantime I've been trying to focus on just enjoying the moment.
Ah, and meanwhile: those of you who know me know I have some ... control issues. (And stress issues.) Those of you who know me well know where I inherited them from. And I can't believe none of you expressed skepticism when I said I was traveling with my mom. Turns out having the same problem is not the same as knowing how to deal with the problem. Fortunately we have not yet killed each other. By this point, we might even be enjoying each other's company.
I'll be at the dorm again Monday to pack up for a month at home (by which I mean a month visiting my brother and friends in DC and hopefully an old friend in NH and maybe others and hanging around EC illegitimately and going to CA for training to start work). And then real work at the Cambridge office starts 8/11 (hopefully I'll have a sublet to move into on 8/10 and move into the real apartment 9/1).
Now, I swear I scheduled relaxation in over this summer somewhere, but I can't quite seem to figure out where...
Annnnnd now my mom is snoring, so I guess it's time to pack the laptop up and get some sleep before our last day of adventuring (tomorrow's just gonna be all airport, all the time).
Ireland is gorgeous in all the ways it's supposed to be: lush rolling green hills and plains, friendly local brogue, stark cliffs and curling beaches. London is intense and busy and ancient, turning the corner past the cutely-named cafe to be confronted with stones dating back hundreds of years, pausing to marvel and shaken out of it by impatient car horns. Stonehenge is -- god, Stonehenge is going to drive me to poetry sometime soon, both the site itself and the industry of it. Ditto Bath, the Ring of Kerry, the Book of Kells, etc, etc, etc. (Did I mention the tour of Trinity College given by a good-looking student with a hot accent? Oh yes. Mmm history and architecture and superstition and libraries and accent.) European drivers are (still) totally insane, a condition possibly brought on by the tight twisting narrow shoulderless European roads. All in all it's been a strange combination of "just like home" and "totally different", sometimes venturing into whatever you'd call the uncanny valley of traveling. When I come home (or maybe on the plane) I'm going to start writing everything I can remember down, but in the meantime I've been trying to focus on just enjoying the moment.
Ah, and meanwhile: those of you who know me know I have some ... control issues. (And stress issues.) Those of you who know me well know where I inherited them from. And I can't believe none of you expressed skepticism when I said I was traveling with my mom. Turns out having the same problem is not the same as knowing how to deal with the problem. Fortunately we have not yet killed each other. By this point, we might even be enjoying each other's company.
I'll be at the dorm again Monday to pack up for a month at home (by which I mean a month visiting my brother and friends in DC and hopefully an old friend in NH and maybe others and hanging around EC illegitimately and going to CA for training to start work). And then real work at the Cambridge office starts 8/11 (hopefully I'll have a sublet to move into on 8/10 and move into the real apartment 9/1).
Now, I swear I scheduled relaxation in over this summer somewhere, but I can't quite seem to figure out where...
Annnnnd now my mom is snoring, so I guess it's time to pack the laptop up and get some sleep before our last day of adventuring (tomorrow's just gonna be all airport, all the time).
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Date: 2008-06-22 10:48 pm (UTC)My goal is to re-create the good old sheet cake done up to look like a flag, but with a cheesecake base. But, since cheesecakes aren't frosted I've been experimenting with fruit "compote" to get a nice sticky top-substance to hold the fruit on. The trouble is then the base is boiled-berry colored,not white. My mom suggested cutting up bananas for the white stripes, which I wanted to test out except my bananas were soft and gross.
Mmm, cake.
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Date: 2008-06-22 10:57 pm (UTC)Maybe lemon fruit compote as sticky top-substance? In spite of my recent compote experiences I don't know that much about it so I don't know if that's a silly idea. But, you know, light-colored, goes well with ccake and berries...