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My father has had this cookbook since he was twenty.  For years it has sat in our kitchen, missing the front cover.  For years I’ve made Moosewood pesto, defoliating all the basil in our garden.  For years I’ve loved Moosewood cardamom coffee cake after Saturday morning choir.  Now, as I’m going back to college for the last time, my father has given the cookbook to me.  I plan on making pesto from the basil E planted in our Portland garden, on eating coffee cake on Saturday mornings while working on my thesis.
Thank you, Daddy.  I’ll use it well.

My father has had this cookbook since he was twenty. For years it has sat in our kitchen, missing the front cover. For years I’ve made Moosewood pesto, defoliating all the basil in our garden. For years I’ve loved Moosewood cardamom coffee cake after Saturday morning choir. Now, as I’m going back to college for the last time, my father has given the cookbook to me. I plan on making pesto from the basil E planted in our Portland garden, on eating coffee cake on Saturday mornings while working on my thesis.
Thank you, Daddy. I’ll use it well.

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  • Me: Would it be okay if E came to visit over the summer?
  • Mummy: Of course! All of your friends are welcome to visit, except the psycho-killer one. You know. The one that none of your friends like, either.
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"A family can be the bane of one’s existence. A family can also be most of the meaning of one’s existence. I don’t know whether my family is bane or meaning, but they have surely gone away and left a large hole in my heart."

— The Bone People by Keri Hulme (via ladivergencia)

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bostonfromtheredline:

2/24/13 7:10am

The clouds are low today.
If my family were home (they probably are by now), there’s a fire in the woodstove.  Days like this one warrant it, I think.

bostonfromtheredline:

2/24/13
7:10am

The clouds are low today.

If my family were home (they probably are by now), there’s a fire in the woodstove.  Days like this one warrant it, I think.

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I ask my father for all sorts of things and he kind of always delivers

"please send me my hairbrush from across the country"

"please find my sheet music in the middle of the mess in the house and send it to me"

"please write me a detailed description of sonata form and be prepared to discuss it"

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bostonfromtheredline:

2/11/13 7:17am

Today in my shining city it is cold and there is ice on the river.
I don’t usually want very badly to go home (I’m happy here) but I miss the snow and I miss my family

bostonfromtheredline:

2/11/13
7:17am

Today in my shining city it is cold and there is ice on the river.

I don’t usually want very badly to go home (I’m happy here) but I miss the snow and I miss my family

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This morning

My family woke me up with waffles spread with fromage blanc and yogurt and maple syrup and strawberries and blackberries

They sang to me and brought me breakfast in bed.

It was lovely

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Airport

In a couple hours, I’m getting on a plane back to Boston.

I’m really really excited.

It isn’t that I don’t love all of the people at Reed - I do!  (well, not all - love is a strong emotion and I don’t know everyone and sometimes people make me angry but I digress).  I’m just… much much saner when I’m around my family.  My brother and sister and parents ground me; in a place like Reed where the life of the mind is super-emphasised but where there is less of a focus on respecting the people around you and looking out for yourself, I find the level of introspection and occasional narcissism and disregard for others problematic (see: doing your own dishes, thinking about the people in Commons and elsewhere who help you, &c).  I worry a lot that I get that way, but I think being at home where I am expected to cook and clean and participate in a community with my family helps to keep that at bay.  

Also, I just love my family more (sorry).

Reedies, I’ll see you Sunday or something.  Family, I’ll see you tomorrow morning.

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freyjas:

hawkchick6648:

The most Powerful scene of the whole series.

This scene is so beautiful to me because it’s one of those things the writers put in for the older viewers despite the overwhelming younger demographic, but instead of some kind of sexual joke, it’s an actually powerful wake-up call.

Just because someone is of the same blood as you, doesn’t mean you automatically have to love them. Your family needs to earn your love and respect, not mandate it due to the presence of mutual genes. And I think that’s something a lot of us don’t realize until we’re older, and it’s a bit too late.

Personally, I think of my family as my blood relatives, but my relationship with my family isn’t everyone’s.  

So.

This is worth remembering.

(Source: woesofwednesday, via flippychan4)

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But seriously Joe and anyone else

We’re listening to the Fauré Requiem if anyone wants to join us.

David Schiff once told me (and by “me” I mean “the entire chorus and orchestra”) that the Fauré Requiem is about God and one’s relationship with the divine - a kind of introspective requiem - while the Mozart Requiem is about ego and personality.  I don’t know if that’s entirely true, but I’m inclined to believe anything David Schiff says. 

What’s for sure is that this one is way quieter than the Mozart (which are the two requiems I know the best).  Fauré is a romantic composer (kind of - he’s pretty much the end of romanticism/beginning of modernism), and his voicing often sounds like bells to me (especially the “Sanctus” soprano part).

In other Fauré news, Caleb and I are working on his “Elegy” for piano and cello (the music for which I was given by V and hope to play it with her at some point) and Christ, the guy does not make it easy to read.