Home Again

Home again! Back from my weekend visit to the Netherlands and my dear friends J & J. I have seen windmills (from the bus/train, that still counts!). I have eaten unholy amounts of stroopwafels. I have been to Efteling and conquered my fear of rollercoasters. I have made friends with a funny cat named Bob, a cute kitten named Missy, and a sweet little dog named… Putzi? I think that’s how it’s spelled, yes.

 

I can also proudly say I have experienced Dutch summer weather with pressing heat and lots of rain. And! I was going to experience a Sex Museum, but… I got sick. So I ended up spending the last day in bed, coughing and sniveling. Ouff. Oh well, the Sex museum will have to wait until next time.

 

So, I am back!

 

Online Recipe Error – Nutmeg

A soothing tea, the recipe was for. With a pinch of cinnamon and nutmeg. It seemed lovely!

Two tablespoons of nutmeg.

Fucksake.

The site didn’t have a comment section and I was left frustrated, unable to protest. So here I am, commenting to you guys instead.

 

If your recipe tells you to add two tablespoons of nutmeg, it is WRONG. Do not add that much nutmeg to anything you’re about to eat! 

 

It’ll get you sick. Take enough and you might actually die. If you are lucky you’ll “just” get high, but heck not even recreational drug users usually recommend it because of how terribly sick it tends to make you.

 

NO SOOTHING TEA WITH TWO TABLESPOONS OF NUTMEG!

RIP Hans Rosling

Click for youtube linky!

Rosling has passed away. I am sad now. Now more than ever could the world use his clear sight and love of facts.

I am lucky to have seen him live, some fifteen years ago when amazingly he came to my high school and gave a lecture to us International Baccalaureate students. Such a great speaker he was! I wish everyone could experience seeing him live, youtube videos are good but it can hardly compare to the real thing.

Hans, you will be missed by many!

 

On a Bus – A Memory

I was just a kid on a bus.

There were people around, parents pushing strollers,  children on their way to school, old men with caps.The doors screeched and the enjin growled.

I didn’t care. My mind was elsewhere, searching and asking.

“How? How can I…?”

The answer came booming out of nowhere. A soundless voice, strong yet soft as a whisper. Authoritative but not demanding, flooding me with sudden understanding.

Full awareness, it told me. Complete and utter awareness is the key. To reaching the next level. To ascending. To becoming more.

I was just a kid on a bus.

The answer, that answer, made me cry.

Full awareness, I could never do it. My mind was full of dreams and imagination, would I have to give that up? Daydreaming was what got me through the day, how could I swap that for full awareness of the mundane world around?

So the kid on the bus cried, and shook her head. She couldn’t do it.