jodie manross

I found out that Jodie Man­ross released a new cd the oth­er day and imme­di­ate­ly ordered it. (I own her oth­er two albums which I absolute­ly adore). She’s an inde­pen­dent artist our of Ten­nessee who’s music is described on her web­site as “[a]coustic Amer­i­cana and blues-influ­enced folk rock”. The voice of an angel, I swear to god…not to men­tion the fact that she sends me per­son­al thank-you emails when I buy her cd’s is painful­ly charm­ing. If you haven’t heard her music, there are mp3 sam­ples on her wesite here.


my mom’s rum cake

My mom just gave me this recipe for what she says is a fan­tas­tic rum cake. I’ll make it soon and let you know how it turns out.

12 c chopped pecans
1 pack­age instant vanil­la pud­ding mix
4 eggs
12 c oil
12 c water
12 c Bac­ar­di rum
1 box Dun­can Hines Gold­en But­ter Cake mix

Mix all ingre­di­ents (except for nuts) in a bowl. Sprin­kle nuts on the bot­tom of a greased and floured bundt pan. Pour in the cake bat­ter. Bake 55 min­utes at 325.

1 c sugar
12 c butter
14 c rum
13 c water

(You need to have this ready as soon as the cake is done bak­ing) Mix all in a pot and boil for 3 min­utes. Right after the cake comes out of the oven pour this mix­ture onto the cake, and let the cake soak in this glaze for 30–40 min­utes before you unmold. It tastes best if you let it set 2 or 3 days in the fridge.

Cold meat lights no fire” and other wisdom

I stum­bled upon a bril­liant blog: sur­re­al­ist and oth­er beau­ti­ful games, a col­lec­tion of bizarre and deli­cious­ly absurd memes. I just par­tic­i­pat­ed in its “proverb for today”: a game in which you come up with a new proverb. Mine: “No one nev­er wept with mud in their eye”.

(Read­ing these trig­gered my mem­o­ry of the of the fol­low­ing “clas­sic blun­ders” and made me gig­gle (who­ev­er guess­es where this quote comes from gets a cook­ie): “…‘Nev­er get involved in a land war in Asia’, but only slight­ly less well known is this: ‘Nev­er go in against a Sicil­ian, when death is on the line!‘”)

on worth

I came across a poten­tial­ly addic­tive site: oneword, where­by you are pre­sent­ed with a word (a new one each day) that you have 60 sec­onds to write about. This was my stream-of-con­scious­ness bab­ble (indi­cat­ing an embar­rass­ing nar­cis­sism and inse­cu­ri­ty): “imme­di­ate­ly the focus is on myself — self worth and to what extent I have it…worthlessness comes to mihd [sic], although I would­n’t say off­hand that I am worthless…perhaps a strug­gle-”. I could have writ­ten more if I did­n’t con­stant­ly stop to cor­rect my typ­ing mis­takes (I’m such a froot).

Per­haps I’ll pub­lish more of these if they prove more inter­est­ing and less embar­rass­ing. I’d be curi­ous to see oth­ers’ posts on this site. If you have an inter­est­ing one feel free to com­ment me with it.