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Lorde’s “Tennis Court” Song is about the French Revolution

It’s probably a coincidence that this song came on the radio while I was listening on my way to the library on Bastille Day. OR WAS IT. I am 99% sure that this song is all about the French Revolution, most obviously the tennis court oath:

Let's go down to the tennis court and talk it out

Let’s go down to the tennis court and talk it out

I mean, really, what ELSE could that lyric be referring to? In 1789, Louis XVI was broke, in no small part because of France’s involvement with the American War for Independence, so he called the Estates General, an advisory body made up of nobles, clergy, and commoners. The Estates General was a purely advisory body, and traditionally each of the groups had met and advised the king separately, but the 3rd Estate, the Commons (i.e. 99% of France), wasn’t taking that shit anymore. In protest, they refused to do any work until the others agreed to meet all together. The stalemate went on for weeks, until one day the Third Estate found their traditional meeting room locked. Coincidence… OR ROYAL PLOT? They filed on down to a tennis court and took an oath to not leave until they’d given France a Constitution. A little act of Englightenment-style rebellion that basically led to this:

Because I'm doin' this for the thrill of it, killin' it

Because I’m doin’ this for the thrill of it, killin’ it

And then later:

Getting caught's half of the trip though, isn't it?  I fall apart with all my heart

Getting caught’s half of the trip though, isn’t it?
I fall apart with all my heart

Think about it.

Baby, be the class clown

Baby, be the class clown

I'll be the beauty queen in tears

I’ll be the beauty queen in tears

Everything's cool when we're all in line for the throne

Everything’s cool when we’re all in line for the throne

But I know it's not forever

But I know it’s not forever

Open your eyes, comrades!

Take this

I’m all kinds of sick today so take this.

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When Garlic Breaks Your Heart

No time to chat, too busy getting ready for another year of All Star Thanksgiving. But check out this picture from one of the cookbooks Steven checked out from the library:

Oh garlic, why do you do this to me?

Oh garlic, why do you do this to me?

I don’t know what’s going on here, but I wish more cookbooks were as expressive.

2013 Cookbook Project: DONE!!!!

Woo! Finished with my goal to make one recipe out of each of our cookbooks! That’s 35 in all!

Nothing is better than seeing 100% on a spreadsheet

Nothing is better than seeing 100% on a spreadsheet

Here’s a breakdown of the final 4 since last time we talked:

The Cooking of Italy by Waverly Root and the editors of TIME-LIFE BOOKS

Sorry for the all caps, but that’s how it’s formatted on the title page. It doesn’t surprise me that Time-Life books can’t figure out how to get their caps lock off. Check out the weird cover too:

Not even a title. I guess they think that picture says it all

Not even a title. I guess they think that picture says it all

I’m like 96% sure Steven bought this at Half-Price one day because he’s compulsive and only recently learned that there are lots of recipes on the Internet. It’s cool, this book is pretty alright. It’s organized by region of Italy and has a section at the beginning of each chapter where it talks about life in that region and specialties. We chose to make spinach ravioli with pesto:

Ta-Dah!

Ta-Dah!

Neither was very difficult, especially since I made Steven do all the work:

Kitchen Hack: coerce someone else

Kitchen Hack: coerce someone else

The Hungry Scientist Handbook by Patrick Buckley

This book is more about theory and crazy things that take too much time, effort, and equipment for the likes of me. Steven was really into the section on catching wild yeast to bake with, but that seemed too time-consuming and iffy. You have to check pretty regularly to make sure you aren’t catching mold instead.

I mean, I have my own labcoat, but I mainly wear it while making spreadsheets

I mean, I have my own labcoat, but I mainly wear it while making spreadsheets

However, there was one recipe I thought I could excel at! Wonton wrapper cranes! Basically, you get wonton wrappers, which are already little squares, and then fold them using the power of origami! Then you fry that sucker and it becomes a chip shaped like a crane!!!! Well, that’s the theory. They’re really hard to fold without breaking.

My ridiculous attempt, with a paper one for comparison. See if you can spot the difference

My ridiculous attempt, with a paper one for comparison. See if you can spot the difference

Steven was way better at it than me, probably because he has more patience:

Also, he refused to put a shirt on for this process, even though I TOLD him I was taking pictures for the Internet

Also, he refused to put a shirt on for this process, even though I TOLD him I was taking pictures for the Internet

So you get bonus footage of Steven’s man-nipple. Enjoy!

Eventually, I gave up on cranes and turned to the only kind of origami I can reliably fold: fortune tellers!

What will your wonton fortune be????

What will your wonton fortune be????

Oops, you're going to die

Oops, you’re going to die

The frying process was also fraught with peril, because the origami shape would unfold in the oil if you didn’t kind of hold it awkwardly in place with some tongs.

It took a few sad tries to perfect this process

It took a few sad tries to perfect this process

Here are the after shots:

Fortune teller: not really recognizable

Fortune teller: not really recognizable

Cranes?? Or blobs?

Cranes?? Or blobs?

Hard to believe that that was the easiest thing in the book I could find!

Nanny Ogg’s Cookbook by Terry Pratchett

This one is kind of a joke, supposedly written by one of the characters from Terry Pratchett’s Discworld books. It has some good illustrations, life advice, and also some legit recipes.

I REALLY wanted to make Cut-Me-Own-Throat Dibbler's Sausages Inna Bun, but I don't like sausages

I REALLY wanted to make Cut-Me-Own-Throat Dibbler’s Sausages Inna Bun, but I don’t like sausages

So I had to go for the next-most famous: Banana Soup Surprise. Nanny Ogg has this to say about the soup:

People say: ‘What’s so surprisin’ about bananana soup?’ And I say, it’s got banananas in it. Of course, if you’ve ever read my book The Joye of Snacks you’ll spot that some of my special ingredients have been left out. People complained they made the soup a bit too surprisin’.

The recipe involves cooking mashed banana (or bananana) with vegetable stock, sherry, and some spices. What really stands out, though, is the presentation:

Laaaaaadies

Laaaaaadies

Unfortunately, the soup didn’t taste that great. Maybe if we had a higher quality sherry or I had used the food processor to puree the bananas. As it was, it mostly tasted like banana chunks floating in sherry. Ew.

Still, can't beat the presentation

Still, can’t beat the presentation

Cake Pops by Bakerella

Look at this

Look at this

This one was the last cookbook, and I’m not ashamed to admit, I was putting it off for a reason. Look at that cover! These cake pops are way too advanced for me. And I found that I just didn’t care enough to gain the necessary expertise even to fail at making them for you. My cooking strategy is very results-based to maximize deliciousness and minimize effort. I’m not adverse to work when it pays off, re: my homemade pie crust or bread, but if you’re spending hours on something that’s just cosmetic? Yeah, I’m good. Plus, unlike the last time I sucked at art for this project, I would have needed to buy a lot of stuff I would then proceed to never use again ever, so I just said screw it and made the “basic cake ball” recipe. You remember how to make cakeballs, right? That was probably the last time I made cakeballs, actually, two whole years ago! Also in the corner of one of those pictures is my old purple netbook.

I miss you purple netbook! So stylish

I miss you purple netbook! So stylish

Anyway, this time I let Steven choose the flavors, and he went with lemon cake, cream cheese icing, and milk chocolate coating on the outside:

Deformed as always, but delicious! Just the way I like it

Deformed as always, but delicious! Just the way I like it

That’s two of my 2013 goals down!

My blog is probably cooler than you think

Did you know my blog has a “random post” button? I made Steven install it for me months ago because sometimes I like to get nostalgic.

You can access in Night View by clicking the yellow star above the “P” in “Plaid.” Day view, click the only cloud above the word “Plaid.”

Also, if you want to switch styles, click the furthest yellow star to the right, or the baby cloud near the top of the “d” in “Pladd.”

I wonder what the odds are of not getting a post about Sam Neill.

What the Fashion: Waiting Room Critic

So I volunteer driving people who can’t drive to their medical appointments, and usually I just sit around in the waiting room reading a book. However, this one amazing lady who I drive pretty regularly brought the latest issue of Elle for me to read last time, perhaps because I usually show up in a t-shirt and zip-up hoodie. Are you trying to tell me something, Mrs. J? So I felt obligated to look through the magazine and see what tips I could glean about how to be more fashionable. I got a few weird looks from the other people in the waiting room, as I flipped through this giant magazine, laughed alot, and snapped pictures of different pages with my cellphone. Their attitude will change next time when I show up looking like:

It's like someone skinned a Lisa Frank tiger for its hideous neon coat

It’s like someone skinned a Lisa Frank tiger for its hideous neon coat

A gigantic coat that'll still leave your arms cold because the sleeves are mainly decorative (I guess?)

A gigantic coat that’ll still leave your arms cold because the sleeves are mainly decorative (I guess?)

Also, hammer pants are back!!!

Also, hammer pants are back!!!

Well, they are

Well, they are

But can they really compare to these sheer harem pants with embroidery around the ankles?

But can they really compare to these sheer harem pants with embroidery around the ankles?

Or this skirt made of plastic spoons?

Or this skirt made of plastic spoons?

Or this coat made of wallpaper from the 1970s?

Or this coat made of wallpaper from the 1970s?

This one just looks like you got dressed in the dark, drunkenly grabbing the two closest things to you on your bedroom floor

This one just looks like you got dressed in the dark, drunkenly grabbing the two closest things to you on your bedroom floor

Is this how you models keep so thin? Because that doesn't look nutritious

Is this how you models keep so thin? Because that doesn’t look nutritious

Elle, this is not the best way to combat hypothermia

Elle, this is not the best way to combat hypothermia

Okay, I would actually wear these

Okay, I would actually wear these

Or these dinosaur shoes!

Or these dinosaur shoes!

Or this suit that looks like a sequin factory threw up on you I DON'T CARE, I want it

Or this suit that looks like a sequin factory threw up on you I DON’T CARE, I want it

There's no way you're going to convince me that North Korea is fashionable, though, sorry

There’s no way you’re going to convince me that North Korea is fashionable, though, sorry

People You Should Know About: Lucy Stone

While reading the wikipedia article on married names for my last blog post, I came across a reference to the “Lucy Stone League,” which was founded in 1921 and was all about campaigning for a woman’s right to keep and legally use her name after marriage. This led me to read up more on Lucy Stone, one of the first women to do so.

And she was awesome!

Her expression says, "Yeah, I'm into equality, what's it to you?"

Her expression says, “Yeah, I’m into equality, what’s it to you?”

Lucy Stone was born in 1818 and from a young age vowed support herself and not marry, because she saw how being dependent on some dude was not the greatest for her mom, her aunt (whose husband abandoned her), and other women in her community. To this end, she struggled to pay her way through college at Oberlin through teaching, although for most of that time she was paid a “woman’s salary,” significantly less than what her male colleagues made. She started making her living as an abolitionist and women’s rights orator, and that’s how she met Henry Blackwell.

Proof that American values are in decline, at least in the facial hair department

Proof that American values are in decline, at least in the facial hair department

Henry asked her to marry him, and she was all, “Listen, guy, I like you, but not enough to give up my property, rights, and identity to you, you know?” Valid point, girlfriend. But THEN Henry was like, “No, Lucy, even though our entire society has told me my entire life that I am superior to you in every way I don’t buy it. We should be equal partners, and I care enough about you as a person to make that happen.” I’m paraphrasing obviously but ~swoon~.

You can be my valentine anytime, Henry Blackwell!

You can be my valentine anytime, Henry Blackwell!

Seriously, that is like the most romantic thing ever. Henry thought that marriage should be a partnership that let each spouse succeed in ways they couldn’t alone–to prove it he organized her lecture tour in 1853. When Lucy finally agreed to marry him, they also agreed to split all expenses, and keep their own separate property if they split up. Blackwell also agreed that, since women are the ones most burdened by “the results of intercourse,” it would be up to her “when, where, and how often she became a mother.” HOLY CRAP THIS WAS 1854 YOU GUYS!!!

Anyway, they got married, Lucy Stone kept her name–or tried to. Even though there was no specific law saying she had to take her husband’s name, she often had trouble paying taxes, buying property, and doing other public-document-type things because the clerks would insist that she had to use her “real” name.

I guess the tattoo idea hadn't occurred to her. A simpler time

I guess the tattoo idea hadn’t occurred to her. A simpler time

Also once she refused to pay her property tax because it was 1858 and women couldn’t vote. She mailed it back to the county clerk with a letter explaining that it violated America’s founding principles.

That whole "No Taxation Without Representation" thing only applies to MEN, silly. And people who live outside DC.

That whole “No Taxation Without Representation” thing only applies to MEN, silly. And people who live outside DC.

Some wedding dresses that confuse me

Sorry I’ve been absent for the past week–I’ve been having some trouble with the wireless on my laptop. However, I’m expecting an EXCITING ADVENTURE tomorrow, complete with photographic proof, so stay tuned!!!

To tide you over, here are some pictures of wedding dresses that confuse me. I ripped them out of Brides magazine. Before you get kind of weirded out that someone who’s been married for 10 months is buying Brides magazine, I should explain that the person who lived in this apartment before me apparently forgot to change the address on their subscription. I can’t decide if I will be pleased or sad when they realize their error.

This dress may actually be normal, but I can’t tell because the model has buried her face in plants.

Maybe it’s for really shy brides. Or maybe she’s way hungry.

NINJA BRIDE!

This is not a veil, lady, it’s a blindfold. And if you feel like you need one to get through “your big special day” you might be marrying the wrong person.

Okay, but how are you going to walk?

Really, even if you do not having a Wedding Tank or Wedding Swings like an awesome person, you are still planning something that requires movement besides standing perfectly still, right? I guess there are lots of brides way more coordinated than me, but this seems to be just asking for a hilarious face-plant. But then you’d probably become briefly youtube-famous, so worth it?

What the F is on your head?

No, seriously, WHAT is on your head?

Because I think it’s still alive. But wishes you would put it out of its misery.

I guess I’m not really in the target demographic for this magazine, even when I was planning a wedding.

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