Crunchy Thai Peanut Noodles

I made this up on the fly. Ingredient amounts are by no means precise!

With a knife, poke some holes in
a large spaghetti squash
Microwave on high for 3-4 minutes.  Turn over; microwave 3-4 minutes or until it gives easily when pressed.  Holes may foam.

In the bowl of food processor, combine:
3/4 cup raw peanuts
2 tablespoons rice vinegar
(can substitute white wine vinegar)
4 tablespoons brewed soy sauce
1 tablespoons sambal oelek
(can substitute other hot sauce)
Chinese five spice(about 1/2 teaspoon)
2-3 teaspoons toasted sesame oil

Buzz ingredients until they are a thin, non-lumpy paste. Drizzle in

1/4-1/2 cup peanut oil. Buzz until very smooth. Pour in a large bowl.  Cut the squash in half; allow to cool before handling.

With a pestle, crush

8-10 indian red chillies (can substitute 3 tablespoons purchased chili flakes)
in a mortar. Fold into peanut sauce. Taste; adjust seasonings (I needed a little more chilli and a touch of salt).

Using a spoon or tongs, pull seeds from squash and discard.  With a large fork, scrape spaghetti squash into the bowl with sauce.  Toss to combine; serve at once in deep bowls.

I made up this recipe because I was pressed for time- also, I have been trying to consume less processed flour and more vegetables.  My mom used to serve this squash as spaghetti, but I don't think it does well with Italian flavors; however, the noodle's crunch is reminiscent of bean sprouts and complements Asian dishes well.  Most recipes call for roasting the squash, halved, at 350 degrees F for 30 minutes.  This uses lots of energy, lots of time, and can make the threads mealy on the outer layer.

Prep time: 15 minutes
Total time: 15 minutes

Taste [rate 4]
Ease [rate 3]

Scottish Ale

It is probably began the first time I had a "MacNiven's Milkshake" AKA Belhaven.  I really like Scottish ales.  The have a creamy texture and low hoppines that are warm rather than crisp, mellow rather than lively.  It's a nice switch from the hoppy beers I often prefer.  When I want to chill and have a luxurious conversation, I reach for a Scottish ale.

So tonight I brewed my first one.  The recipe called for not only malted grains, but a wide variety: regular grains, toasty, coffee-roasted grains, brown sugar, and maltodextrin.  Despite the "malt" in the name, it is neither malted nor milk.  Maltodextrin is a polymer of dextrose.  I don't know why the variety of sugars, but I don't think it can hurt!!

The kit also included oak chips.  I have used oak chips with good success in a bourbon barrel ale; in that case, they were soaked in (obviously) bourbon and tossed into the secondary fermenter.  This recipe calls for boiling in water, discarding the water, then putting the chips in the secondary.  I do not know what the purpose is but I'm guessing that Scottish ales are fermented in oak.

Does anyone know the origin of this?  Help me. 

V for Vendetta directed by James McTeigue

v.JPGIMDb Link 

Remember, remember

The fifth of November…

Let's start this shindig by reviewing the fact that I love melodrama.  My first stage crush was going to the Indiana Repertory Theatre at the tender age of 13 to see Dracula.  The actor had such presence; the story, such mystique.  To this day that type of confident, swashbuckling performance completely captivates me.  So it took about 10 seconds for me to fall for the man in the mask.  The sound is great too- the subwoofer and bass shakers had a workout!

My knee-jerk reaction to the costuming and central man-in-mask-meets-girl plot was to think of Phantom of the Opera.  However, this is visual only; I see more linkage between V and the Spawn  comic of the 1990s.  Both fight with a curse of immense proportions; both know their death is imminent and necessary; both struggle between beauty and their self-forced obligations toward a goal.  The Faust mask of V also provides more linkage: Spawn's deal with the devil mirrors some aspects of Faust.

v-action.JPGThe grinning mask could have totally ruined the movie.  Hugo Weaving took this role knowing he was going to be acting and fighting with not one inch of his face or body showing.  His incredible voice drives the character.  During the soliloquy in the alley upon meeting Evey, he flourishes, tilts his head, and articulates perfectly.  I'm sure it's voiceover work, but it is done very well.  While it would never happen, I think he deserves an Academy nod for bringing just the right emotion and panache to this role without ever raising an eyebrow.  It could have been a campy remake of the original graphic novel (Starsky and Hutch-style), but this film instead seeks- and succeeds- to tear at viewers as they watch.  Instead of ruining the film, the mask with cheerily rosy cheeks brought a calm refinement to the choreography of the fight scenes.  The fighting style is unique and downright beautiful.  V's acts never seem desparate.  His calculation toward his goal is frighteningly logical.

V, the victim of a horrible crime against humanity, is a psychopath.  Utterly mad but still seemingly so lucid.  To him, the ends justify any means at all.  Evey reacts with the horror that any of us would and then with the acceptance that many of us would.  He makes his terrorism strangely beautiful and elegant.  As the movie unwinds and V commits more monstrous acts, he somehow becomes more endearing and human. I was ready to defend his actions when I saw what he'd done; I could feel him work his way into my consciousness without effort.

v-leader.JPGI had heard that there was controversy about this film and its parallels to our current US Administration; however, I didn't see it.  Among the four of us watching together, this lively debate carried on well after the film ended.  Sure, V is a terrorist and the government seeks to abolish him by any means necessary. The parallel I saw was not between the current administration and the British government of the film: I saw linkage in the fact that in the movie, the US was no longer united and was ravaged by war.  I think our country has suffered from too many wars on too many fronts for over 30 years.  I wouldn't limit it to any single administration, but hand the guilt to all our recent leadership.  Also, the government images and characters were more Lenin-colored and Third Reich-reminiscent.  There was one scene in particular the brought a cold chill upon me remembering WWII films I'd seen about concentration camp graves.

I saw the movie a couple of weeks ago but its magnificant poetry still resonates in my head.  This review could be four more pages; you'll note I haven't even touched on Natalie Portman's or other actors' fantastic performances.  I want to see this again to fully absorb the themes.  This is a deeply engaging film that doesn't sacrifice plot for action- or vice versa. 

[rate 4]

Kill a Vegetable

I spent most of last week on a vegan/vegetarian diet out of respect for my houseguests.  It’s not a stretch for me; I give up eating meat every year for Lent.  I found out last year that there is actually a Catholic initiative around this practice to go beyond the obligation into personal penance of giving up meat altogether.

I used to give up fish, too; I feel like fish are second-class citizens in the fight against inhumane treatment of animals.  Most fish can’t cry out in pain nor show expressions of fear (I guess eyelids are the key).  They are caught with a huge net, then suffocate.  In “better” circumstances, they are hooked and released.  I think catch and release is awful because of the injuries it causes.

I changed my mind on giving up fish when I realized the reason to eat fish on Friday is to remind us all that we are fishers of men (Matthew 4:19).  It is purposeful and respectful.  It is one of the things that I do in my daily life that keeps me reminded of God.  So my preferred source of fish is me: go deep-sea fishing, hook the fish, then put them in a cooler of ice water so they slowly go into torpor instead of gasping to death. It’s the same technique I’ve used on my pet fish who are suffering to death.  I was telling a friend I’ve never practiced euthanasia with a pet, but I guess I have.  If I don’t kill one fish, he/she’ll die in the tank and infect all the rest of them.

Feedlot: Does this seem right to you?If you know the horror of cattle feed lots (and the E. coli from cows packed into tiny, unhappy spaces and covered in dung), you’d do what I’ve done and buy ¼, ½, or a whole cow for your family from a local farmer who lets the cattle roam free and doesn’t use feed lots or antibiotics.  I buy only organic, free-range eggs so that I’m not buying from hens that are mutilated to be squeezed into tight cages where they can’t even walk.  I buy organic chicken as well.

I cook a lot to avoid the overprocessed foods in our culture.  We add chemicals, strip nutrients, and inject color to make foods look more vibrant.  So I buy whole spices, whole chickens, whole grains, you see what I mean.  I shop for organic even when the prices are outrageous.

I was feeling pretty good about myself until this week.  When someone I truly respect says “no life is worth a flavor,” it gives me pause.  Am I doing the right thing after all?  Then, quite coincidentally, my best friend announces she’s becoming a vegetarian.

I felt vaguely angry.  I searched myself for the answer, then asked Carlton why I felt this way.  He said, “because you know that you’ll never be able to do that.”  He was right.  I felt left in the dust by people I love and respect.  I want to do what is right but I am never going to measure up to their sacrifice and commitment.  No, life is not a competition, especially among friends; however, I can’t help but feel like they are doing what I wish I could do.  Frankly, my best friend has a much harder road than the California boys: the Midwest is not kind to vegetarians.

Carlton and I always have fish on Fridays, so he suggested we add another dietary day and eating vegetarian one day a week.  I haven’t picked what day, but it is a start, I guess.

Lifeboat

lifeboat.JPGIt's called Lifeboat, but I kept calling it Overboard- maybe because my character kept being dunked! 

I had the opportunity to play this game with its developer, Jeff Siadek.  It was a fun game that could appeal to traditional role players as well as non-gamers looking for a fun "game night" type game.  The rules were not complex, and after understanding a bit about mechanics, it was easy to play.  Of course, experience brings better playing, but I do like a game that beginners can enjoy right out of the box.  The only thing it needs is a game mat to keep track of what activities your character has done that turn (row, fight, et cetera) I will be buying my own copy soon! It was amazing to me to play a game with the person who developed it. It was so much fun to see what their take on playing was.  Plus, the Bucket of Chum card is a stroke of comic genius.

I had purchased Wench, another game-night type game, the previous year, but this game is much more fun and FAR less offensive.  I would recommend it to all types of gamers.  There's nothing like throwing your friends off of a Lifeboat!!!

Gen Con 2006

It's the best four days in gaming and arguably the best four days of my year!Gen Con Overview

I hope you have an hour to spare.  This post is way too long…………

This year's Con started with a bang: my best friend told me she was running out of room for her cousin and his buddies who needed a place to stay.  I have three spare bedrooms and plenty of couch space, so I offered to take in six strangers (!) for four days.  Lots of people thought I was insane.  I noted that most of those people were from the non-gamer population who don't understand the sense of community.  The gamer template, propagated by ignorance through many publications, is all they picture: doughy antisocials who are creepy.  Just from talking to Bryce on the phone, I could tell we were going to have a ton of fun.

I spent all week preparing the house for them: buying snacks, washing sheets, preparing guest rooms, going back to buy more fruit and fruit juice because I found out the were vegetarians in the group, vacuuming, de-cat hairing the whole house, moving Mini into the closet/bathroom….by the time Wednesday arrived, I was exhausted but happy.  I told Amy I was excited for Gen Con- meeting six people staying in my hause, plus tens more at the Con.  She said, "that sounds like hell." To each his own!

I arrived Wednesday night at the Con to work will-call.  Bryce and Mars coordinated taking me home from there as the caravan converged on my house.  I was shoved into the back seat of some guy's (later named Ben) Jeep next to his 8-month old daughter.  By shoved I mean I was holding someone's heavy suitcase on my lap and my feet were scrunched on a box.  Sound awful?  Maybe, but to me, it felt like fun.  Like the fun of a hapless adventure beginning.  Introductions were shouted and we were off!

I was so excited to meet the people staying at my house.  They were all very, very sweet to the pet menagerie- that had been my only concern.  The whole mayhem of Wednesday night kept me awake until well after one AM, even though I was working my real job the next day.  In a normal job, I would be unable to think about anything but Gen Con all day.  However, the seminar I attended was truly captivating.  I had a chance to speak to the woman after whom I seek to model my own career.  She is so engaging and straightforward and intelligent.  It made me love my job even more!  But I digress…

Thursday after work, I rushed to the Con for a quick cruise of the floor, timing the walk for Friday and looking for an inexpensive corset.  I found exactly the right one at exactly the right price- one-third the cost at other vendors!!  Check out Timeless-Trends.com for more.  Not to mention that the guy who sells them is really sweet- not all gross and lecherous like he could be.  He laced me into my new purchase and my poor brother said "this is gross.  I don't need to see this.  But it's like a car accident and I can't turn away."  He cracked up everyone in the booth.  We went to dinner across the street and met up with a few other friends.  That night, we watched Serenity.  As the house guest trickled into the home theater, they were blown away.  I was really happy to see that all our blood, sweat, and tears were rewarded with happy guests.  I only wished that Carlton were there too.  After the movie, we played a game of Lifeboat that one of the houseguests, Jeff Siadek, had developed. 

Friday, after the exhausting week, was a late morning.  I was later to the Con than I wanted to be.  I had two in my carpool, so when my sister called to ask where the heck I was, I blamed them. I had timed the walk of the vendor's hall and scoped some "non-gamer" games to show her.  Our time was limited by how long her young son would tolerate being in a backpack.  My brother met us in the hall and the three of us walked together.  No, it was more like my brother and I both saying Oo! Come over here! Hey Wen- check these prices!  Hey- let's playtest this game!  Finally, my brother had to go to a gaming session and my sister said, "aw, don't go, this is fun!" He and I gave each other a look of knowing and yelled "HOORAY!" right there.  Success!  A Gen Con convert!  With a very red face, she followed us around some more.  She and I (briefly) playtested Kill Doctor Lucky, a Clue-like game with more intrigue because the body is alive!  Too macabre for young kids, it looked like fun for adults.  After that, her son started acting up and she had to be on her way.  On the way out, I ran into King Arthur.  We talked for a few minutes, then he said, "hey, do you have a blog?"  BUSTED!  But it was really cool to know that someone somewhere was reading all of this drivel!

ChainmailFriday night, I changed into my LARP outfit- black dress and red wrap.  We cruised the floor quickly and a vendor literally chased after me and asked me to try on his chain shirt for women.  It was really cool but at the tune of $200, I could not justify the purchase.  I returned the shirt and we proceeded to our Firefly-universe LARP.  It was the one that was such fun at Origins.  However, this time, it started at eight but there were still people with no character sheets at eleven PM.  I felt sorry for the crew because I knew they'd had some logistics issues; however, pre-gen sheets would have remedied the majority of the issues.  The plotline really rolled after midnight.  At two thirty, though I didn't feel tired, I drove home.  The LARP was still in full speed!  Our ship did very very well again.  I was a little irritated that the mega-ship generated by some members of the staff was in full play with only one player present.  I would only join this LARP again if they fixed the character sheet issues and had more than one person who knew the plotline.  Still amped when I returned home, I stayed up talking to a houseguest who was also too amped to sleep.

Saturday, exhausted and happy, I made my way downtown for more of the fun.  I walked the floor again, watched as the delicious boys of Edhellen Armoury put on more displays of brute force.  For a fee, any crazy person who feels like being hit by foam-covered weapons can fight people trained in fighting.  Why do people pay for this? I don’t know.  Adrenaline, I guess.  I do love to watch, though.  The best are when two fighters from the Armoury actually do the fighting themselves.  The action is a lot faster and the blade strokes are more elegant.  King Arthur usually swings a battle axe, but I didn’t have the pleasure of seeing him pummel his opponents this year.  Similarly, Blue Eyes (Lancelot? No, leather armor is not the right era I think) didn’t fight much…I guess he broke his pretty nose falling down one night.  This year’s Gamer Olympics featured not just medieval fighters, but Romans in full armor also.  It was really cool to see the strategy when four Romans would fight four gamers: the Romans knew how to switch targets for faster, backstabbing “kills.” I would like to see one of their full-scale battles sometime.

Am I still on Saturday?  Geez. Maybe I should separate this into two posts.

We attended the costume contest.  It was a little disappointing compared to last year, with winged girl and Red Death both being jaw-dropping amazing.  I didn’t stay for the winners, opting instead to head to dinner.  We rounded up the houseguests and headed to a downtown eatery, Houlihan’s.  It was one of the most fun meals I have had in a while.  It wasn’t really about the food (read my review for that, though), it was a table of six very diverse people.  Deipnosophy, here I come!!!  Before all of the guests arrived, a very sweet 50something woman approached our table.  Oz was in costume, I was wearing a corset, and my brother was carrying games.  She politely asked why so many people were costumed downtown.  She had never even heard of Gen Con!  We smothered her with information, told about our non-gamer sister who loved the convention, mentioned the Monopoly and Bridge tournaments, and in general deserve a kickback from the Con for our positive press.  She was so sweet and accepting.  After all of the negative press by folks in Indianapolis, it was nice to talk to someone positive.  After everyone arrived, we talked LARPs, gaming, game mechanics, food, beer, traffic, everything.  I was bathed in the excitement of new people, new topics, and good cheer.

We proceeded back to N-Con (my house) to play Battlestations.  It was eleven PM when a small crew of us decided to hit one of the Con afterparties at local goth club Radio Radio.  The band, Cruciform Injection, was really fun.  I like all kinds of music so I was happy with the performance, but if you don’t like goth or punk, you’re out of luck.  After about two songs of reacquainting myself with goth, I was a dancing fool.  Emphasis on the fool part!!!!  The drinks were pretty strong so I switched to water very quickly.  I didn’t need the alcohol- dancing and singing were my drugs of choice.  I was soaked with perspiration after several hours.As Radio Radio wound to a close, we piled friends old and new into my car and crashed the private club White Wolf vampire party for a while.  We were sorry we hadn’t arrived earlier; drinks were free!  I ran into some other folks I’d met at previous Cons and continued to dance like mad.  We shut down that party too, after which there were a few games of dodge ball.  What? Huh? Yes, I was confused too.  Apparently the goth sport of choice is dodge ball.  I also wished I’d brought my camera.  There’s something disconcerting about pale people dressed in black hurling kickballs at each other.  One of my houseguests begged to stay and play the second game.  We stuck around and he was the first person out!!  Sorry, kid.  We arrived home after four.  AM.  I haven’t been out that late since college.  But oddly, I was energetic.  I was in my element: meeting new friends, dancing, singing.  I miss going out.

Sunday the mood at the Con was very muted.  It wasn’t just me; other gamer’s blogs revealed exhaustion too!  All 30,000 of us were exhausted from lack of sleep and from the aforementioned amped-adrenaline-rushy-ness.  I did a quick walk of the vendor hall to buy a game for my sister and to say goodbye to my new friends.  Oz and I attended a mini-painting seminar.  The teacher was amazing.  He had a voice that reminded me of the guy who used to be on PBS painting “little happy clouds.” The minis had white basecoat like the pros use.  He helped me through the color selection and techniques for washes and blending.  This mini is honestly the best-painted one I’ve ever produced.  I’m excited to apply the technique to my other figures!!As we were painting, someone from Gen Con staff came to our table and announced, “ladies and gentlemen, I’m sad to report that it is four o’clock and Gen Con 2006 is officially over.  You don’t have to go home, but you can’t stay here.”  It was depressing.  We walked out of the room, said goodbye to each other, and I was alone at Gen Con.  I soaked in the sad feeling from other gamers, knowing none of us wanted it to end (but geez we sure needed the sleep).

I drove home listening to a sad song by James Blunt and remembering the fantastic times I’d had during the weekend.  I walked in the house and saw the empty rooms and empty couches and started humming another sad song from Les Misérables.  I guess I was basking in, and enjoying the extent of, my emotions: letting them happen and experiencing it instead of denying it.  I laid on the couch in the lower-level family room and sang sad songs while I rested.  I missed Gen Con and I missed N Con.  The house was so full of energy and life.  I spent the rest of the day blasting sad songs and washing sheets, towels, and cleaning in general.

Thus ends my epic post.  Gen Con is an amazing experience and I would recommend it to anyone who likes, well, anything.  I miss all 30,000 of you!

Houlihan’s Restaurant Indianapolis

We ate at Houlihan’s for two days of the Con.  On the first night, we had meant to go to Hard Times Café and were confused by the similar, next-door awnings.  I was glad for the confusion.  Houlihan’s has an innovative menu and more upscale fare.  However, despite an extensive menu with all kinds of choices, I had a hard time finding a dish I wanted.  I’m limiting carbs, especially white carbs like potatoes and white rice, but almost all dishes were breaded or mixed with rice. 

I settled on a grilled tilapia and vegetables.  The entrée was very good and the service by Yvonne was understated but present.My fellow dinner guests liked the place so much that we went back for a second night.  This time, I had a chance to sample some beer on tap.  They had a limited selection, but the seasonal wheat put my homebrew to shame.  The Guinness was good but not fresh (wow I miss Ireland).  I didn’t sample the mixed drinks, but the menu looked promising.  I was sitting next to a vegan and wanted to be respectful and order a non-meat dish.  Recall that I could only find one item that wasn’t full-o-carbs on the whole menu…I was stuck ordering a grilled asparagus appetizer that was *sigh* breaded and fried.  So much for the health-kick diet. 

My vegan guest could not find anything else he could eat either, though he was not limited by the white carb thing I’m following.  So we both ended up with plates of asparagus.  The asparagus was delicious.  Maybe part of the reason it was so good was that it was the first fried food I’ve had in months!  The ends were a little tough, but the horseradish cream was a delightfully unexpected twist.The service was really bad.  Our server (Shannon?) was thrown into being triple-seated.  Drink orders were missed, the vegan’s dinner came with cheese on top, dinner salads were forgotten.  Shannon was extremely apologetic and offered free dessert to the whole table.  I would have expected such a gesture, but was still pleased that she did so.  Throughout the ordeal, she remained pleasant and did not display her stress to us.  She then took it out on herself and reduced our tab by 20 percent!  I could tell that this was not her normal level of service. 

She was so accommodating that I would certainly go back there and request her as a server. My only real complaint is that for such a seemingly full menu, and I’m not a picky eater either, I was hard pressed to find a choice that was right for me.

Atmosphere: [rate 3]
Beer Selection: [rate 3]
Wine Selection: not rated
Food: [rate 3]
Service: [rate 3]

Battlestations

battlestations.JPGI missed the 10-minute noob intro for Battlestations because I was talking on the phone.  That was quite unfortunate: the game is quite complex.  There is one board to show space location and a board each for each ship, built from square modules.  It is a blend of space tactics, board games, and role playing.  I really liked the game pieces and layouts: the artwork was clear and well done, plus the pieces make roleplaying easier when we aren't having to draw every dungeon/room/alley.  Having read zero of the modules, I spent most of the game feeling frustrated.  As I was playing the game with its developers (Jeff and Jason Siadek), two other seasoned Battlestations veterans, and a lifelong gamer, it was difficult for me to overcome my “first-timer” jitters. 

I had everyone telling me what to do and most of my independent decisions were pretty bad.  The veterans and game developers were immersed in advanced play and I kept having to stop them for instructions.  I wish I had played in an all-noob demo first.  For example, the ship designs were relatively complex and I had no idea what were the best actions.  From what I saw of the game, this is the type of adventure that can be built to be more challenging as the GM allows.  I would love to play again after reading the modules and grasping better the space concept.  I have never played a space RPG so it’s all new to me, unless watching endless episodes of “Star Trek: the Next Generation” counts for anything.

Other online reviews also report this is a complex game, but often the complex ones are the most challenging and (duh) most rewarding.

Putnam Park – Driving Like I’m Crazy!

A few coworkers of mine told me a long time ago I should try driving at this course.  Then Carlton did it a few mBoxster out of Putnam turn 10onths ago, and he insisted I go- he said that I would love it.  I do love road rallies, so I gave it a shot.It’s a driver education course, with track time and class time.  I had one of the lamest cars on the track- many people had their 100-150 thousand dollar cars flailing around the track.  There were a couple of non-Porsches: Corvettes and the like, plus a Mini Cooper, and some Mitsubishi guy. I was paired with a female instructor, Christine.  In a class of 50 people, I was one of three girls, and I think Christine was the only female instructor.  I started feeling like I had to prove something about what a good driver I was.  I shouldn’t have worried- the guys were almost all really, really nice. 

My first time on the track, Christine was driving.  Her Boxster has racing harnesses, lots of upgrades including a 3.4L 911 engine.  She was FLYING around the track, showing me how a little Boxster handles so well in the corners, how to feel the turns, et cetera.  On lap 5, she saw a little smoke coming from her car and said “I think I’ll pit.” At that moment, the coolant system dumped coolant on the track and we went into a spin.  My helmet hit the convertible top.  I think we spun two or three times.  She handled the spin really well and was back in control despite the slippery coolant.  She never lost her cool, nor control of the vehicle’s spin.  It made me realize I could do it!Nicole getting into Boxster Maybe not as fast or as well, but her cool capability was really impressive and calming.

I climbed into my car with her.  We had earpieces to communicate, and she led me through the whole course.  By my last lap, I was starting to learn what my car could do- and what I could do with it.  But the whole time I was driving, it felt more like controlled wrecking: like any moment the car was going to slip.  By the end of the 30 minutes, my left wrist was killing me- from gripping the wheel like I was on a 40-foot cliff. Our next classroom session focused on smooth driving and understanding where to apex on a turn.  The event is not a race- it’s driver education- so it’s like golf: focus on personal goals.  I told Christine that I was feeling panicky about going out again.  Her positive attitude and willingness to listen really helped me.  I worked on making the turns smooth, the braking gradual, and the throttle- NEVER pull my foot off of the throttle fast!  That’s what keeps the wheels sticking to the track.  There were a few turns where I attacked them just right and I could feel the car responding the way it should. I was really starting to have fun driving, then the rain hit.  Christine worked me through one lap of rain driving, but it was still quite nerve-wracking…even at 20-40 mph.  I’m glad she had me do it.  I learned some of how I needed to drive in the rain. I worked myself into a migraine and had to miss the last day of driving.  Christine was an amazing instructor and I can’t wait to go driving again and learn more!

This is a corny little animation of the difficult turn 10.  I took the turn a little shallow- too scared of hitting the only concrete wall on the track!!  For time reference, watch the Corvette guy closing his hood.

Animated turn 10

So tired.

Bella_KNH.jpgWhat is my deal?  Why does life seem so hard when it is so, so easy?

For everyone's amoosement, here is a picture someone took of me in a wax museum.  Several people were mugging with the figures, so I decided to try.  I was touring the place alone, so a stranger took this photo.  It's hard to be silly with a total stranger saying "which button do I push?"

I need to clean my house.  Please don't even mention my aquariums.  I am overwhelmed.  Yes, that's right: I have a wonderful home, Carlton, my whole family, a job that pays me well, and more than I ever dreamed of having.  Whine, whine.

I need a challenge.  I need new things, new experiences, and new people to challenge my perspectives.  I want to sleep well, to drink great wine, and to be less judgemental.  I am tired.