First of all, this is a giant bummer.
So I have been wanting to try making kettlecorn since veteran's day. Mostly because we paid $15 for a bag of it and spent about 30 minutes watching some guy make it. This is when I found out that it can be made using maple syrup; I thought that sounded easy. Also since my brother owns a party rental business he happens to have a big bucket of popcorn that needs popping. If you get the urge to try this out without using any recipe, perhaps being anyone that might be over-confident in popcorn making ability, let me just forewarn you: the 'lite' kind we have in the house does not work and so I have just wasted kernels, oil, and syrup twice. I just read a recipe and they say it should be 100% maple syrup. Not sure if that is true, but I do know it was not working for me. If I heated up the syrup separately though it may have worked. I am tired of trying at this point. Plus all I need is corn syrup and I have all the ingredients to make this caramel corn with this recipe I just found. That sounds like a much better idea.
Gotta go!
Monday, November 26, 2012
Monday, November 19, 2012
What is this!?!?
Despite the fun that could be had, I will try not to analyze myself but only present my thoughts for the benefit of others to understand. For instance, let us begin our wild adventure, I find that I feel the need to explain myself but I cannot explain why I feel this way. As I said, it could be fun to break it down and hypothesize the 'why,' however that is not what we are here for. To be honest, I don't have the professional qualifications to do that. At this point, you may already have identified the need for this purpose. I can accept that, now let us get on with it.
On and around September 11, 2011; I spent a few days with some good friends. I am constantly having a conversation in my head, sometimes with my self, one might consider these as personal narratives, but at times these conversations are upgraded in severity, one might suggest, to fictitious dialogue; this dialogue takes place sometimes with representations of real people and other times completely fictitious people. It seems strange to explain it in words, but I am sure others understand this and do it as well. Have you ever mentally represented another party in a conversation that you were preparing to have? That is basically all I am explaining; however, sometimes I have these mental conversations and do not open my mouth to bring them into existence. Other times as I find myself exploring my mental understanding and contemplating the world, I will create a representative of someone in a role, such as a professor, boss, or any number of conceptualized individuals. It was on September 11, that one such conversation took place and as a result that I created the idea for this very blog. As the window of opportunity began to close on the emergence of an actual conversation that mirrored the mental representation I had been having, I began to consider the frequency of this very occurrence. Certainly I have not claimed to be ordinary, despite not being altogether that different, but perhaps taking normal to the extreme. I certainly believe I have more of these conversations than most or at the very least more that I try to ignore.
On and around September 11, 2011; I spent a few days with some good friends. I am constantly having a conversation in my head, sometimes with my self, one might consider these as personal narratives, but at times these conversations are upgraded in severity, one might suggest, to fictitious dialogue; this dialogue takes place sometimes with representations of real people and other times completely fictitious people. It seems strange to explain it in words, but I am sure others understand this and do it as well. Have you ever mentally represented another party in a conversation that you were preparing to have? That is basically all I am explaining; however, sometimes I have these mental conversations and do not open my mouth to bring them into existence. Other times as I find myself exploring my mental understanding and contemplating the world, I will create a representative of someone in a role, such as a professor, boss, or any number of conceptualized individuals. It was on September 11, that one such conversation took place and as a result that I created the idea for this very blog. As the window of opportunity began to close on the emergence of an actual conversation that mirrored the mental representation I had been having, I began to consider the frequency of this very occurrence. Certainly I have not claimed to be ordinary, despite not being altogether that different, but perhaps taking normal to the extreme. I certainly believe I have more of these conversations than most or at the very least more that I try to ignore.
Partial posts
In-case anyone noticed and is perhaps wondering what just happened; I just dumped a lot of partial work from my draft box. I am tired of it hanging around, hoping one day to get back to it. The truth is the moment was here to write something and I let it slip away. I thought too much and did not type enough. It happens more often than these few posts might indicate. Sometimes I have a thought and just run with it and never type anything and other times I do type something only to change my mind later and delete everything and walk away. I was about to do it again, but I just couldn't handle it happening. The problem with these blank posts is that the idea is still there demanding more time from me. I am afraid that is just not something I can afford.
I just awoke from some dream filled sleep. Yet as dreamy as that may sound it was all a little bit stressful. My dreams were fairly strange to say the least. At first I was trying to negotiate for the usage of a trailer or something like that, it made more sense when I was sleeping. My brother was actually texting someone last night trying to buy new equipment for his business and since I was doing the texting, I totally understand where that dream came from. Another dream was about a person. Suffice it to say it is someone I know a lot about, but have not spent a lot of time with. The dream was about being together among many people and basically being held separate by personal choice. This dream sort of caught me off guard; looking back on the day I am not really sure that this is where it came from. Well it is not totally surprising, but...
(At this point too much thinking is taking place and I am starting to sputter out.) the truth is there are things that I am not ready to share with the world. Some of those things I am probably just so indecisive that deep thought can easily sway my opinion and after all what I am to share is only an opinion.
I just awoke from some dream filled sleep. Yet as dreamy as that may sound it was all a little bit stressful. My dreams were fairly strange to say the least. At first I was trying to negotiate for the usage of a trailer or something like that, it made more sense when I was sleeping. My brother was actually texting someone last night trying to buy new equipment for his business and since I was doing the texting, I totally understand where that dream came from. Another dream was about a person. Suffice it to say it is someone I know a lot about, but have not spent a lot of time with. The dream was about being together among many people and basically being held separate by personal choice. This dream sort of caught me off guard; looking back on the day I am not really sure that this is where it came from. Well it is not totally surprising, but...
(At this point too much thinking is taking place and I am starting to sputter out.) the truth is there are things that I am not ready to share with the world. Some of those things I am probably just so indecisive that deep thought can easily sway my opinion and after all what I am to share is only an opinion.
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