Jaime Green

Sep 12
whathappened:

life-howtoliveit:

It’s a wintry Sunday afternoon. Pour a cup of mint tea, grab a book, and wrap yourself around a bowl of this. (Note: I used a very generous tablespoon of curry paste and it was as hot as the hellfire that Stark escaped from. FITTING.)Coconut Curry Noodles
1 pkg rice noodles
2 cans light coconut milk
2 c chicken or vegetable broth
1T red curry paste
1 onion, diced
1 T garlic, minced
1 T fresh ginger, grated
1 red bell pepper, seeded and julienned
2c chopped swiss chard or spinach
2T chopped fresh cilantro
the zest and juice of 1 lime
salt to taste
Saute’ onion, garlic, and ginger in 2 T olive oil or coconut oil over medium high heat in a heavy bottomed pot until onions are soft, about five minutes.
Add broth and coconut milk. Bring to a boil, then reduce heat to medium. Stir in curry paste.
Add noodles. Cook for about five minutes or until noodles are soft.
Reduce heat to low. Stir in red pepper, chard, cilantro, lime juice and zest, and salt. Simmer for five minutes or until peppers are soft. 
Adjust salt to taste. Enjoy!
I baked some cod on the side, and then broke it up and added it to my bowl. This would work with any light protein, such as chicken, pork, or tofu, as well.

Reblogging Holly’s soup recipe so I remember to make and eat the fuuuuuuuck out of it later this week. She’s like some kinda food wizard!

Doing a little dance at my computer, thinking about how it’s almost time for this.

whathappened:

life-howtoliveit:

It’s a wintry Sunday afternoon. Pour a cup of mint tea, grab a book, and wrap yourself around a bowl of this.

(Note: I used a very generous tablespoon of curry paste and it was as hot as the hellfire that Stark escaped from. FITTING.)

Coconut Curry Noodles

  • 1 pkg rice noodles
  • 2 cans light coconut milk
  • 2 c chicken or vegetable broth
  • 1T red curry paste
  • 1 onion, diced
  • 1 T garlic, minced
  • 1 T fresh ginger, grated
  • 1 red bell pepper, seeded and julienned
  • 2c chopped swiss chard or spinach
  • 2T chopped fresh cilantro
  • the zest and juice of 1 lime
  • salt to taste
  • Saute’ onion, garlic, and ginger in 2 T olive oil or coconut oil over medium high heat in a heavy bottomed pot until onions are soft, about five minutes.
  • Add broth and coconut milk. Bring to a boil, then reduce heat to medium. Stir in curry paste.
  • Add noodles. Cook for about five minutes or until noodles are soft.
  • Reduce heat to low. Stir in red pepper, chard, cilantro, lime juice and zest, and salt. Simmer for five minutes or until peppers are soft.
  • Adjust salt to taste. Enjoy!


I baked some cod on the side, and then broke it up and added it to my bowl. This would work with any light protein, such as chicken, pork, or tofu, as well.

Reblogging Holly’s soup recipe so I remember to make and eat the fuuuuuuuck out of it later this week. She’s like some kinda food wizard!

Doing a little dance at my computer, thinking about how it’s almost time for this.


Sep 9
“Baby Groot dancing is 100 percent me. I was too embarrassed for anyone to be there, so I made everyone leave the room and I set up a camera and I videotaped myself dancing. Then I sent the video to the animators and had them animate over that. I begged them not to leak the video! Two of my closest friends came to an early screening and said ‘Hey, I recognize those moves! That’s you dancing isn’t it?!’” Vin Diesel (via who do u think u r i am)

Sep 8
Started my day editing Justin and Becca for The Catapult, ending it sitting next to her, hearing him read at @franklinparkreadingseries. (at Franklin Park)

Started my day editing Justin and Becca for The Catapult, ending it sitting next to her, hearing him read at @franklinparkreadingseries. (at Franklin Park)


“It was popular in the first decades of the 20th century, in reaction to the waves of immigrants (which included three of my grandparents TKthisisnottrue).” I leave notes to myself in my drafts with “tk,” which journalists use to mean “to come,” for adding in facts or statistics later, and I use as an easily ctrl+f-able marker for things I need to add or fix or change. Ususally it’s for a date I don’t know off the top of my head, or a word I want to find a better synonym for later, without interrupting the flow of my writing. And apparently, at some point in the past, I caught myself in a lie.


Sep 7

brownglucose:

jeffreycaluag:

"Anaconda" - Nicki Minaj 

Choreography by: Jeffrey Caluag & Dimitri Mendez

Yes

(via hallekiefer)


Tanner left for Germany, and then I left for Chelsea, choosing to bike and save the $5 of subway fare in the face of threatening storms. (I made it there, sweaty and warm, and Tanner made it to Germany seven hours later.)
Everyone asks, What are you going to do while he’s gone? I tell them Go to bed early, cook fish. (He’s allergic - even the smell, the aerosolized proteins, really, makes him sick.) I think Sleep with the windows open, use his pillow to prop myself up, talk to the cats more, wash all the dishes even when I’m the one cooking.
Biking home from Chelsea I saw lightning off ahead of me, in exactly the direction of home. The rain came - or I biked into it - exactly as I was climbing the bridge path, pouring pouring rain, forking lightning. I was completely soaked and, aside from my fear for my personal safety, it was awesome. I made it home alive and, somehow, so did my phone, which was in my very wet front pocket. I don’t know if I was worried my tires would slip, that a car would skid into me, or that it was just, more generally, an unsafe thing to be doing, but I was very relieved when I got home.
I was barely into dry clothes when the smoke detector started beeping. That single sporadic low-battery beep. One of the blessings of this building (and curses of trying to record a podcast here) is the very high ceilings. When the smoke detector goes off from my cooking, I put the ladder up to the wall and climb up with the broom in hand - with the handle I can just reach the button to shut the alarm off. But the low-battery beep means you have to take the whole smoke detector down. When I’m on the ladder, it’s more than a foot above my hand. And my very tall boyfriend was very far away for three weeks. Pictured above is the solution I came up with. I didn’t like it. I was concerned I would break the coffee table, which Jeremy, after he built it for us, warned us from even propping our feet on. I was worried that when the coffee table collapsed, I would fall and injure myself, home alone. I took my phone in my hand when I climbed up so that I could call 911 when I fell and broke my legs. But I survived, and so did the table, and the smoke detector is down, so unless the building’s on fire, we’re fine.
Other things I will do, apparently while Tanner’s away: walk the two miles each way to Trader Joe’s on a perfect and beautiful Sunday morning; talk too much with the Trader Joe’s cashier about ghee; write some very long blog posts.

Tanner left for Germany, and then I left for Chelsea, choosing to bike and save the $5 of subway fare in the face of threatening storms. (I made it there, sweaty and warm, and Tanner made it to Germany seven hours later.)

Everyone asks, What are you going to do while he’s gone? I tell them Go to bed early, cook fish. (He’s allergic - even the smell, the aerosolized proteins, really, makes him sick.) I think Sleep with the windows open, use his pillow to prop myself up, talk to the cats more, wash all the dishes even when I’m the one cooking.

Biking home from Chelsea I saw lightning off ahead of me, in exactly the direction of home. The rain came - or I biked into it - exactly as I was climbing the bridge path, pouring pouring rain, forking lightning. I was completely soaked and, aside from my fear for my personal safety, it was awesome. I made it home alive and, somehow, so did my phone, which was in my very wet front pocket. I don’t know if I was worried my tires would slip, that a car would skid into me, or that it was just, more generally, an unsafe thing to be doing, but I was very relieved when I got home.

I was barely into dry clothes when the smoke detector started beeping. That single sporadic low-battery beep. One of the blessings of this building (and curses of trying to record a podcast here) is the very high ceilings. When the smoke detector goes off from my cooking, I put the ladder up to the wall and climb up with the broom in hand - with the handle I can just reach the button to shut the alarm off. But the low-battery beep means you have to take the whole smoke detector down. When I’m on the ladder, it’s more than a foot above my hand. And my very tall boyfriend was very far away for three weeks. Pictured above is the solution I came up with. I didn’t like it. I was concerned I would break the coffee table, which Jeremy, after he built it for us, warned us from even propping our feet on. I was worried that when the coffee table collapsed, I would fall and injure myself, home alone. I took my phone in my hand when I climbed up so that I could call 911 when I fell and broke my legs. But I survived, and so did the table, and the smoke detector is down, so unless the building’s on fire, we’re fine.

Other things I will do, apparently while Tanner’s away: walk the two miles each way to Trader Joe’s on a perfect and beautiful Sunday morning; talk too much with the Trader Joe’s cashier about ghee; write some very long blog posts.


Sep 3

Sep 2
  • No Man’s Land - Eula Biss
  • Why Look at Animals - John Berger
  • The Trouble With Wilderness - William Cronon
  • Why Wilderness? - Roderick Nash
  • Ecofeminism and Wilderness - Linda Vance
  • Thirteen Ways of Looking at Nature in L.A. - Jenny Price
  • Green Cities, Growing Cities, Just Cities - Scott Campbell

I just opened up my syllabus to proof it & print copies for tonight’s class, and I was so pleased to remember that yesterday I decided to teach Eula Biss again. I’m pretty pleased with this list.


Aug 31
This was an excellent, humid, sunny, very hot place to be today.

This was an excellent, humid, sunny, very hot place to be today.


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