Random Musings

Steve does not have a webpage. I think he should make one.

Steve and Josh and I are reading the Sublime Object of Ideology together in a reading group. OMG that book is so fucking hard. So yesterday when we were discussing the book (note: we have met 3 times for about 2 to 3 hours each meeting and we are STILL on chapter ONE!) and I said I wonder what Zizek would say about the Matrix and so I looked up on the web and voila!

And also CTHEORY came out again yesterday, this time with an article on Michael Jackson that I thought was rather nifty! Here is a cool quote:

It is in this juvenile ecstasy of the modern that we must locate the progeny of the future and initially ponder why a man, who just wants to be a boy, is apparently powerless to profess his innocence and relinquish his sexuality, despite assurances everywhere that he can and must.

Ok, so on Valentine’s Day Steve and I made cookies. 3 different kinds. One was oatmeal scotchies. And I got the recipe from the back of the Nestle butterscotch morsels bag and now the bag is empty and I’m afraid I will never be able to find the recipe again. So I’m saving it here for posterity.

1/14 c flour
1 tsp baking soda
1/2 tsp salt
1/2 tsp cinnamon
2 sticks butter
3/4 c sugar
3/4 c brown sugar
2 eggs
1 tsp vanilla
3 uncooked oats
1 2/3 c morsels

I stuck took out some of the morsels and stuffed in some raisins (which is why I have the bag still).

Oven 375

Combine flour, baking soda, salt, cinnamon in one bowl and sugar, brown sugar, eggs, and vanilla in another. Add flour stuff to sugar stuff gradually. Add oats, morsels (and raisins). Drop by rounded tablespoon onto ungreased baking sheets. Cook for about 7 (chewey) to 12 (crispy) minutes. See? Easy.

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