Homage Ketchup: Tori Amos

Homage to Tori Amos

I don't think I pay enough homage to my favorite famous person, Tori Amos. For a person I've never met, she's one of the most important people in my life. Is that pathetic? Or is it just a fact of life in the 21st century?

I mean, in the 19th century a lot of people loved Abraham Lincoln and they didn't know him. Granted he was the president and ushered along the end of slavery.

Though she didn't end slavery, Tori did found RAINN - the Rape Incest & Abuse National Network. After the release of "Me and Gun" she had so many people reaching out to her to tell their stories and to seek help, so she had to do something.

From the Everything Tori homepage:

Tori Amos is a founding member of and has been one of the main spokeswoman for The Rape, Abuse & Incest National Network (RAINN), the nation’s largest anti-sexual assault organization. RAINN created and operates the National Sexual Assault Hotline at 1.800.656.HOPE. RAINN also publicizes the hotline’s free, confidential services, educates the public about sexual assault, and leads national efforts to improve services to victims and ensure that rapists are brought to justice.

1 800 656 HOPE (1 800 656 4673)

Free & Confidential 24/7

Tori is also important to arty/geeky girls and gay boys around the world for giving them cathartic songs to listen to when wronged by boys, men, girls, women and society-at-large, especially during adolescence. I say this rather flippantly but it is, in fact, what made me feel better. My freshman year of high school, after Gre g Ther an dumped me for Meghan R ull - I wrapped myself up in the balm that was Little Earthquakes and emerged be-decked in bell bottoms, seventies butterfly collar men's orange and blue zig zag striped sweater and funky platform boots ready to tell the world who I was, what I was like, and how I thought, and to do so unabashedly. And I don't think I could have done that had I continued listening to Mariah Carey, like I did during the junior high years. (This was before she got boring and wore hootchie clothes, mind you.)

So, for no particular reason, I just wanted to say - Tori Amos is the best and I am grateful that she's around.

Tori Amos at the Orpheum in Boston 10-19-07
(Good show!)

Those Who Do Not Learn from History...

Those Who Do Not Learn from History Are Doomed to Repeat It

January 21, 1991

Dear Hello Kitty Diary,

Sup? N/M/H

School is wicked hard.

I haven't talked to Dani T, Dani F and Sue B. on the phone in a while but we are writing notes. I talked to Kara Beth yesterday on the phone, though.

I wish I had a boyfriend.

We are at war with Iraq.

Bush is a bad, unpopular president.

We are heading into a recession.

Let's hope this Clinton person running for president can rescue us from this fresh hell.

Wolf Blitzer and his weird name does, actually, look wolfish.

Well, that's about it. I'm pretty sure that things will get better within the next 17 years because it's so bad right now, the only place to go is up!

TTFN,

Bridge

Recipe Time: Spinach Vodka Sauce

Hey. Sup? I made dinner tonight. I haven't made a meal in weeks, simply because I've been in my beloved Maine for the residency and to visit my friends and their myriad of children.

So, here is today's dinner recipe, for you. It's partially inspired by Sandra Lee's Semi Homemade Cooking.

Ingredients:

  • 1 box of whole wheat pasta, cooked al dente- because it's good for you
  • 1/3 jar of jarred vodka sauce
  • 1/2 cup of skim milk
  • 1/2 cup low fat shredded Italian cheese blend - like Sargento or whatever
  • 1 vegetable bullion cube
  • 1 package of spinach
  • 3 tbs evoo
  • 3 tsp minced garlic (yeah, that many)
  • 1 1/2 tsp margarine or butter
  • half onion, chopped
  • freshly crushed sea salt and cracked pepper

Cookware used:

  • Fork
  • Chopping knife
  • Wooden spoon
  • Ladle
  • Colander
  • Glass jar with cover
  • Cutting board
  • Large frying pan/skillet
  • Medium large sauce pan
This is the story of how I cooked things tonight:

First I crushed the sea salt with the grater into the 2/3 full pot of water, which I covered then brought to a boil.

While the water was boiling, I took the spinach leaves from the package and double checked them as I tore up the leaves into rough sections (I'll chop them later) and put it in a colander over the sink. I then rinsed the spinach in the sink, shook off a lot of the water and let the rest of the water sit there. Some water left on the spinach leaves is a good thing because it help with wilting later when it gets cooked.

Once that was done, in a very large skillet, I heated up 1 tbs of evoo for about 30 seconds, then added some salt, some pepper and the garlic. I like to use a wooden spoon when I cook. Using that, I stirred the evoo, salt, pepper and garlic around and let it heat up over medium heat.

While that was heating up, I chopped up the onion.

(I have to add here that first I tried to chop the onion with the knife in the knife holder at the counter, but it wasn't sharp enough. Then I got the very superb Cutco knife from its pouch, located on the other side of the kitchen on the floor. Once I finally started chopping, I had to stop after the first time the knife hit the completely impractical glass cutting board. The reason why I'm going on here is because the set up in the kitchen drives me up a wall, but since it's not my kitchen, my opinion doesn't matter. I did move the completely asinine but decorative cutting board to the side of the sink and put the more practical wooden cutting board next to the stove, only to have it put back the impractical way when I wasn't paying attention by the "It's My Kitchen" Fairy. I don't know what to do with that woman - except maybe move? Yeah. That seems to be the only solution. Until then, I'm not allowed to have an opinion on how to set up a kitchen.)

When just a few of the garlic pieces were slightly brown, I added the chopped onion and stirred that around. Then added two more tbs of evoo.

As that heated up, while still in its package, I flattened the bullion cube so that when I added water with it, it would dissolve easier. I removed the cube from its wrapper and put it in a small jar. I scooped the boiling water from the pot (about 1/2 cup) and put it in the jar. I let the cube and hot water sit for a little.

Next I added the pasta to the pot and re-covered the pot until the pasta came to a boil.

While the pasta in the water came to a boil I added the milk to the vodka sauce jar because it was only 1/3 full anyway. If you're making this, I would add the sauce and milk to a med bowl and stir. I simply covered the jar and shook it. Same diff.

The pasta was boiling, so I uncovered it, stirred it, brought it to medium heat and set the time for ten minutes, keeping in mind that I would have to stir it about three times before I removed it from the heat.

Meanwhile, back at the skillet, I stirred the everything around. Then I should have chopped up the spinach a lot and add a little at a time. (I didn't chop it and so it was too clumped together in the end.) You obviously can't add all of it at once, so I added it by hand fulls until it wilted a little until all the spinach was in the skillet. Finally, I shook and stirred with a fork the broth then added it to the spinach. After that, I poured in the vodka sauce and milk, stirred it up and covered it.

By this time, the pasta was cooked, so I strained that into the colander over the sink then put it back in the pot. I added about a tsp and a half of margarine, some salt and pepper and snuck a few scoops of the sauce out of the skillet and stirred that around, to keep the pasta separated.

Finally, I went back to the skillet, stirred everything around and then did this tricky little thing with the cheese. Because melting cheese into a sauce can get tricky. So, I pushed the spinach to one section and let the sauce-y part pool in another section, then sprinkled about a third of the cheese into it. I stirred that around until the cheese was getting fairly melty, then stirred that all around the entire skillet and repeated the pool, add cheese, melt a little and stir around thing until all the cheese was in there. I stirred all the ingredients very well. Then I turned the heat to low, re-covered the skillet and let that simmer for a few minutes until it smelled good - you know what I mean?

Then I mixed everything together and ate it too fast because 1) it was really good and 2) I was hungry. Plus 3) it was actually good for me to eat.

(Image from a blog about pasta...)

Repost: The Seventh Husband


July 25, 2006

Barry Zito can be the seventh on my list of potential husbands, under the following conditions:

1) He continues to live on Lombard St.

2) He writes me a love song and plays it on his guitar down by Fisherman’s Wharf, with his sister on keyboard.

3) He pitches like that against the Sox all the time. (See Box Score.)

4) I get to keep my Red Sox loyalties.

5) If it turns out he’s gay and I’m just his beard, I get to have a lover, so long as I’m discreet.

6) I also get plenty of hush money.

Only under those conditions will I consider a non-Red Sox member to be on my list of potential husbands.

He knows he’s lucky to even have me consider him so he’ll meet my conditions without any problems.

Neat-o

I just went to a seminar on "Sudden Fiction", which is very short stories. It was neat-o.

What's funny about such short stories, is that they can often be renamed dramatic monologues, or prose poems.

Here is an example of teeny tiny minuscule fiction: