1 lb. sweet Italian sausage, broken up
1 lb. ground beef
1 15oz can tomato sauce
1 15oz can crushed tomatoes
1 8oz can tomato paste
1/2c red wine (chianti)
2c chicken broth
2 tbsp red wine vinegar
1 large sweet vidalia onion , diced
3-4 clove garlic, peeled and chopped fine
1 tbsp Italian Seasoning
1 tbsp basil
2 tsp oregano
1/2c pasta shells
1/2c rotini pasta
2 large carrots, peeled and cut into discs
2 stalk celery, diced
1 sm can corn
1 sm can green beans
1 15oz can kidney beans
Brown the Italian Sausage in a skillet and transfer to stewpot. In the same skillet, brown the ground beef and transfer. Again in the skillet, cook the onion and garlic on low heat until softened, and then add to stewpot. Stir all the tomato ingredients into the stewpot, with the wine, vinegar and chicken broth, and set to medium heat. Stir in the spices (Italian, basil, oregano) and cook until bubbling. Transfer to slow cooker (or reduce heat to low), and add the pasta and vegetables (all remaining ingredients) and simmer on low heat for several hours, stirring very occasionally.
Wednesday, June 29, 2011
Thursday, June 02, 2011
A modest proposal
Longtime readers of this blog(1) know that I don't care much for my job. I feel stupid every day, and it gives me real, physical headaches. Being overpaid does not in fact help, but makes it worse - it feels like I am set up for a 'bigger they are...' ending. Oh well.
I was having one of those conversations with my wife - the ones where I know when launching into it that it is going to go badly for me - wherein I tried to let her know, very clearly, how unsatisfied I am with my current employment. She pointed out, very rightly, that I have never had a job that I was truly satisfied with, and I agree with her on that(2). At one point, though, she said something very interesting: I could try being a 'house husband'. But, she said quickly, I probably would not like that very much.
Since then, this has been rolling around in my head. What would it mean exactly? Far less money coming in, for one. Yet when I mentioned it at the time, she said, well, probably only $20,000-$30,000 less per year. How's that? Well, she figured, we wouldnt need to pay for the pre-and after-care for the girl at school, or all the summer stuff we have her signed up for; we would not need to pay to get the house cleaned (because I would of course be filling that role), and so on. Ok, I can see all that, but it still seems pretty insignificant. I started thinking that probably we would spend less on food, because I could use it more effectively (cooking decent meals, something I like to do) and would not eat out as much. Hmmm... if there were some sort of thing that I could do part-time, either at home (internet something?) or nearby, that would generate $20-$30k per year, I might be able to pull it off.
Would I like it? I think so. Actually I do. I always have a good time getting things done during the day, when I have time off or such. I don't mind cleaning, dishes and all that. I could finish those little repair projects that are stacking up. Maybe an hour reading everyday, or time to do my Python lessons or whatever I am studying. I like having time alone
So, why not? Well, as I say, I am not sure that finances work out. I would have to see some real numbers on what we might save. And I think some sort of part-time is necessary, but could not be volunteer work, would have to be for $$, which leaves, what? Retail? Stuffing envelopes? Also, the biggest problem is that I am an incredibly lazy person. I could see myself sitting around a lot, or wasting a ton of time on the internet, or generally dithering. And I tend to spend money when I am left to my own devices, which could make the problem worse (3).
I would like to examine it more. I will think on it (that's what I do best!) and maybe come up with some numbers, and keep my eyes open for part-time opportunities - if I could do some light testing at home, that would work great. I could clear out some of the junk, getting it on to eBay or wherever.
(1) All zero of you.
(2) Actually, I was the one who told her that, but it is nice to know that she remembers it.
(3) Although I have been pretty good about only spending my 'own' money, the part I reserve from my paychecks. And just today, as I have paid off almost all of my Christmas and birthdays debt, I upped the amount that I contribute to the common fund.
I was having one of those conversations with my wife - the ones where I know when launching into it that it is going to go badly for me - wherein I tried to let her know, very clearly, how unsatisfied I am with my current employment. She pointed out, very rightly, that I have never had a job that I was truly satisfied with, and I agree with her on that(2). At one point, though, she said something very interesting: I could try being a 'house husband'. But, she said quickly, I probably would not like that very much.
Since then, this has been rolling around in my head. What would it mean exactly? Far less money coming in, for one. Yet when I mentioned it at the time, she said, well, probably only $20,000-$30,000 less per year. How's that? Well, she figured, we wouldnt need to pay for the pre-and after-care for the girl at school, or all the summer stuff we have her signed up for; we would not need to pay to get the house cleaned (because I would of course be filling that role), and so on. Ok, I can see all that, but it still seems pretty insignificant. I started thinking that probably we would spend less on food, because I could use it more effectively (cooking decent meals, something I like to do) and would not eat out as much. Hmmm... if there were some sort of thing that I could do part-time, either at home (internet something?) or nearby, that would generate $20-$30k per year, I might be able to pull it off.
Would I like it? I think so. Actually I do. I always have a good time getting things done during the day, when I have time off or such. I don't mind cleaning, dishes and all that. I could finish those little repair projects that are stacking up. Maybe an hour reading everyday, or time to do my Python lessons or whatever I am studying. I like having time alone
So, why not? Well, as I say, I am not sure that finances work out. I would have to see some real numbers on what we might save. And I think some sort of part-time is necessary, but could not be volunteer work, would have to be for $$, which leaves, what? Retail? Stuffing envelopes? Also, the biggest problem is that I am an incredibly lazy person. I could see myself sitting around a lot, or wasting a ton of time on the internet, or generally dithering. And I tend to spend money when I am left to my own devices, which could make the problem worse (3).
I would like to examine it more. I will think on it (that's what I do best!) and maybe come up with some numbers, and keep my eyes open for part-time opportunities - if I could do some light testing at home, that would work great. I could clear out some of the junk, getting it on to eBay or wherever.
(1) All zero of you.
(2) Actually, I was the one who told her that, but it is nice to know that she remembers it.
(3) Although I have been pretty good about only spending my 'own' money, the part I reserve from my paychecks. And just today, as I have paid off almost all of my Christmas and birthdays debt, I upped the amount that I contribute to the common fund.
Thursday, February 17, 2011
Crow Augury
I have no idea where it started, but there are many variations on the 'counting crows' rhyme. I first learned it as:
One for sorrow, Two for joy Three for a girl, Four for a boy Five for silver, Six for gold Seven for a secret never to be told.That is the version used in the song "A Murder of One" by Counting Crows, and undoubtedly where they got their name.
A variation reported from Maine:
One crow sorrow,
Two crows joy,
Three crows a letter,
Four crows a boy.
Many other versions exist, from various regions. These below come from user Kerrie posted on surlalunefairytales.com:
Counting Rhyme (from The Folklore of Birds, by Laura C. Martin, 1993) One for sorrow, two for mirth, Three for a wedding, four for a birth, Five for silver, six for gold, Seven for a secret not to be told. Eight for heaven, nine for hell, And ten for the devil's own sel'. Counting Crows (Emailed to me by a 'Net acquaintance) One for sorrow, two for joy, three for a girl, for for a boy, five for silver, six for gold, seven for a secret, never to be told, eight for a wish, nine for a kiss, ten for a time of joyous bliss. Magpie Rhyme (from Bird Brains, by Candace Savage, 1997. The Rhyme she quotes is from The Dictionary of Superstitions, published by Oxford University Press in 1992) One for sorrow, two for mirth, three for a wedding, four for birth, five for rich, six for poor, Seven for a witch, I can tell you no more. Counting Rhyme (another from an email acquaintance) One crow sorrow, Two crows mirth, three, a wedding, four, a birth, five brings silver, six takes wealth, seven crows a secret, More I can nae tell. Counting Crows (again, from an email acquaintance) One for sadness, two for mirth; Three for marriage, four for birth; Five for laughing, six for crying: Seven for sickness, eight for dying; Nine for silver, ten for gold; Eleven a secret that will never be told. A third found in Brewer's Dictionary of Phrase and Fable is: One's sorrow, two's mirth, Three's a wedding, four's a birth, Five's a christening, six a dearth, Seven's heaven, eight is hell, And nine's the devil his old self.
And there is this page within the oldwivestales group on Yahoo:
The practice of Augury has been around for centuries. It is about predicting the future by counting the number of crows present at significant times, Sometimes the direction of their flight is significant, or the time of day at which they are seen. Complex rules have been drawn up by some augurist, while simple rhymes are used by others.
The basic rhyme, which goes something like "One for Sorrow, Two for Joy.." has been a popular children's chant off and on through the years. It has recently been made popular again by the band Counting Crows, which has put the rhyme to music.
Crow augury may have started off as Magpie augury. The oldest rhymes, including at least one dating to the 1600's, deal with counting magpies rather than crows.
The magpie rhyme seems to have been left on European shores, though. In North America, most people who know the rhyme use it in reference to crows.
Various version of the rhyme exist,but the basics are as follows:
- One: Sorrow. An unhappy event. A change for the worse. Maybe loss or a death.
- Two: Joy. A surprise. A change for the better. Sometimes the finding of something.
- Three: Marriage. A celebration. Sometimes the birth of a female child. Other times some significant event around a daughter.
- Four: Birth. Usually the birth of a male child. Sometimes a significant event surrounding a son.
- Five: Silver. Sometimes costly. Usually a positive transaction.
- Six: Gold. Wealth. Sometimes money. Maybe greed. Occasionally a negative transaction.
- Seven: Something of spiritual significance. Often a secret. In some cases witchcraft, or the performing of sacred rites.
- Eight: Something profound. Death, dying, or a glimpse of Heaven. A life-altering journey or experience.
- Nine: Something sensual. Passion, or forbidden delight. In some versions this is corruption, in others it is closer to temptation.
- Ten: Something extreme. An overwhelming sensation. Something paid in full.
- Eleven: Uncertainty. Waiting. Wanting. May be in relation to a spiritual matter.
- Twelve: Fulfillment. Riches (though not always of a material sort). A fruitful labor. Something completed. An end to a problem,or the answer to a question.
And another European version:
One's lucky,
Two's unlucky,
Three is health,
Four is wealth,
Five is sickness
And six is death.
Wednesday, February 16, 2011
The Airing Of Grievances
My Father is an interesting guy. He's a doctor, a surgeon, and he doesn't talk about himself all that often. Usually, we have to ask the right questions to get any answers.
At Christmas time, wife, daughter and I drove down there and stayed with the Folks a few days for the holiday, along with my sister and her family. One of those nights, sister, brother-in-law, father and I sat up talking, each nursing a glass of our preferred (rum for me, tequila for my father, and so on). We talked about this and that, but at one point, my father told us that he had never understood why I had taken the path I had. I was a smart guy, and was set up for life as an engineer, with the college program and and opportunities, why had a thrown that away and gone into the theatre life?(1)
Talking with my b-i-l a month later, he said that it was like the 'Airing of Grievances' from the famous Seinfeld 'Festivus' episode. On that show, the father of Jerry's friend George has made up his own midwinter celebration, complete with a 'Festivus Pole' (an aluminum pipe on a stand) and various other traditions, like the 'Feats of Strength', which involved wrestling. As for the Airing of Grievances itself, "each person tells everyone else all the ways they have disappointed him or her over the past year."(2) My b-i-l said he was a bit uncomfortable with this (my sister confirmed that she was as well), that it was a bit personal. He figured that I must have been taken aback by my father's thoughts.
I did not see it that way at all. Actually, in a way, I agreed with him on much of it. During that night's conversation, I set my father straight on a few details (mostly timeline stuff), and also explained why things turned out as they had. First, I had not paid much attention in high school. I coasted. I did what I had to do to get the grades I needed, but that was it. I never really learned how to learn. Hitting college was a pretty big shock for me, and my grades suffered; but nowhere did they suffer more than in Mathematics and Physics. You see, these disciplines build heavy on their foundations, and if you don't have that strong basis, it is easy to get lost. I got a D in my second-year physics class in college - I couldn't keep up. That engineering program I was in, well, a D was the end of that. Not that I was all too enthusiastic about the program anyway. It was very competitive. Only a handful of students survived the three years and went on. So, the serious folks were not all that friendly: it was every man for himself, and I don't respond well to that. Plus, I just didn't have the all-consuming 'physics brain' to make this happen. I remember walking across the campus one time with a fellow physics student, and it was snowing. He stopped, pointed and said, "I wonder what the angular momentum of this snowflake is." Yeah, I pretty much knew right there that I was cooked.
Theatre was, in hindsight, the path of least resistance, and I took it. This is not to say that I didnt work very hard: I had longer hours than any of those physics students, by far. But the company was good, the process entertaining, and I learned a lot about many things: history, literature, social interaction, even some electronics. I told my father than I would not go back and change what happened, because it made me who I am today, and I am pretty happy with that.
It's funny, now I read a ton of science and math. I recently finished How To Ace Calculus: The Streetwise Guide, and I will admit that more than once I said to myself, "Oh, so that's what that meant...." I am reading books about mathematics and cosmology. So yeah, I bet that I could have taken that path. And in the back of my mind, though I would never tell my father, I believe this: if I had had a little bit of guidance, of someone explaining to me why all this is important.... Ah well. Being a teenager at the time, I am pretty sure that I wouldn't have listened anyway. My father blamed the high school counselor. Heh.
(1) I was a theatrical sound designer for many years. I even have a masters degree (MFA) from the University of Illinois in that very subject.
(2) http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Festivus
At Christmas time, wife, daughter and I drove down there and stayed with the Folks a few days for the holiday, along with my sister and her family. One of those nights, sister, brother-in-law, father and I sat up talking, each nursing a glass of our preferred (rum for me, tequila for my father, and so on). We talked about this and that, but at one point, my father told us that he had never understood why I had taken the path I had. I was a smart guy, and was set up for life as an engineer, with the college program and and opportunities, why had a thrown that away and gone into the theatre life?(1)
Talking with my b-i-l a month later, he said that it was like the 'Airing of Grievances' from the famous Seinfeld 'Festivus' episode. On that show, the father of Jerry's friend George has made up his own midwinter celebration, complete with a 'Festivus Pole' (an aluminum pipe on a stand) and various other traditions, like the 'Feats of Strength', which involved wrestling. As for the Airing of Grievances itself, "each person tells everyone else all the ways they have disappointed him or her over the past year."(2) My b-i-l said he was a bit uncomfortable with this (my sister confirmed that she was as well), that it was a bit personal. He figured that I must have been taken aback by my father's thoughts.
I did not see it that way at all. Actually, in a way, I agreed with him on much of it. During that night's conversation, I set my father straight on a few details (mostly timeline stuff), and also explained why things turned out as they had. First, I had not paid much attention in high school. I coasted. I did what I had to do to get the grades I needed, but that was it. I never really learned how to learn. Hitting college was a pretty big shock for me, and my grades suffered; but nowhere did they suffer more than in Mathematics and Physics. You see, these disciplines build heavy on their foundations, and if you don't have that strong basis, it is easy to get lost. I got a D in my second-year physics class in college - I couldn't keep up. That engineering program I was in, well, a D was the end of that. Not that I was all too enthusiastic about the program anyway. It was very competitive. Only a handful of students survived the three years and went on. So, the serious folks were not all that friendly: it was every man for himself, and I don't respond well to that. Plus, I just didn't have the all-consuming 'physics brain' to make this happen. I remember walking across the campus one time with a fellow physics student, and it was snowing. He stopped, pointed and said, "I wonder what the angular momentum of this snowflake is." Yeah, I pretty much knew right there that I was cooked.
Theatre was, in hindsight, the path of least resistance, and I took it. This is not to say that I didnt work very hard: I had longer hours than any of those physics students, by far. But the company was good, the process entertaining, and I learned a lot about many things: history, literature, social interaction, even some electronics. I told my father than I would not go back and change what happened, because it made me who I am today, and I am pretty happy with that.
It's funny, now I read a ton of science and math. I recently finished How To Ace Calculus: The Streetwise Guide, and I will admit that more than once I said to myself, "Oh, so that's what that meant...." I am reading books about mathematics and cosmology. So yeah, I bet that I could have taken that path. And in the back of my mind, though I would never tell my father, I believe this: if I had had a little bit of guidance, of someone explaining to me why all this is important.... Ah well. Being a teenager at the time, I am pretty sure that I wouldn't have listened anyway. My father blamed the high school counselor. Heh.
(1) I was a theatrical sound designer for many years. I even have a masters degree (MFA) from the University of Illinois in that very subject.
(2) http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Festivus
Tuesday, January 18, 2011
What am I passionate about?
Obviously, not for keeping up a blog.
Well, I get a bit manic about things. Intensely focused on something until it breaks under the weight, after which I tend to cut it off entirely for a while, if not permanently. I suspect this is not so much an INTP thing as a me-thing. Also, I admit that I checked my blog-stats occasionally, and seeing no hits but my own, I think I got a bit tired of tap-dancing in an empty room. If I view it a bit more as therapy, maybe I'll have better luck keeping my strength up.
I am still at the same job. Still. I was offered a permanent position, while my very good friend, the guy who brought me in, was not. I kind of wish it had been the other way around. I had done a couple more interviews, and gotten a bit of a bite for a very cool-sounding company that makes information presentation software. Unfortunately, they were offering only 2/3 of my present salary, and that included the yearly bonus at its maximum. I had to pass, and did not finish out the interview process. I think about them often though.
So I am back to being all weepy and moan-y about my current job. I was fine for a while, with all the time off for the holidays, and a couple of minor successes, but now I can see the expanse of ocean in front of me and I am seizing up. So, once again, I am turning inward to try and figure things out. I have heard many times that one's job should be a joy and a delight, that I should love doing it, and all that crap.(1) I think that I have approached this in the past, but I certainly have never achieved it.
I may have mentioned it before, but a pretty standard list of INTP-friendly careers goes like this:
Mathematician
College Professor
Biological Scientist
Philosopher
Archaeologist
Physicist
Psychologist
Lawyer
Chemical Scientist
... and so forth.
Great! I love the idea of almost any of these, except maybe the biological/psych ones. Yet what do these all have in common? How about four to seven years of school, full time? Yep. There are areas out there that are interesting to me: for example, I just found out about copy editing. I would probably be a great copy editor, because I am generally very good with the language and with punctuation (though I tend to be a bit florid with each). So let's see... how much does a copy editor make per year? Indeed.com says: $35,000. Ugh. Well I guess that is out.
So that's the next point. I can understand taking a salary hit to go to a different field, but I can't take too great of a hit. I have bills to pay, a mortgage, a daughter who needs to go to college some day(2). Handcuffs, in a way.
So what am I passionate about? What would make my job a pleasure every day? I can start with a couple of things that I am not passionate about: I have zero interest in the process of business (sales orders, invoices, delivery tickets, inventory, and all the rest of it) - less than zero, I have negative interest. Secondly, I have declining interest in software testing. It just doesn't float my boat much any more, not that it ever really did to begin with, but it is just getting less tolerable as I get older, and my tastes change. For example, while I love thinking about things, I more and more just want to think about the things that I want to think about (not someone else's problems). My attention to detail seems to be suffering, though that may be tied to this job.
As a typical INTP, I have interests all over the map: astrophysics, Latin, electronics, boardgames, the Constitution, trout, history, the English language, early Christianity, crows, the Russian Revolution, and so on. I have told my wife many times that the only thing I am actually good at in this world is Jeopardy!. I read tons, online and off. I'm a smart guy, how do I make money off that?
(1) Do garbagemen and sewer workers love their jobs? I mean, there are some jobs that nobody wants, right? Waiters? Working for the DMV?
(2) She is not yet six years old, which I understand is too early to have personality traits locked down; but I am pretty certain she is going to be some sort of E.
Well, I get a bit manic about things. Intensely focused on something until it breaks under the weight, after which I tend to cut it off entirely for a while, if not permanently. I suspect this is not so much an INTP thing as a me-thing. Also, I admit that I checked my blog-stats occasionally, and seeing no hits but my own, I think I got a bit tired of tap-dancing in an empty room. If I view it a bit more as therapy, maybe I'll have better luck keeping my strength up.
I am still at the same job. Still. I was offered a permanent position, while my very good friend, the guy who brought me in, was not. I kind of wish it had been the other way around. I had done a couple more interviews, and gotten a bit of a bite for a very cool-sounding company that makes information presentation software. Unfortunately, they were offering only 2/3 of my present salary, and that included the yearly bonus at its maximum. I had to pass, and did not finish out the interview process. I think about them often though.
So I am back to being all weepy and moan-y about my current job. I was fine for a while, with all the time off for the holidays, and a couple of minor successes, but now I can see the expanse of ocean in front of me and I am seizing up. So, once again, I am turning inward to try and figure things out. I have heard many times that one's job should be a joy and a delight, that I should love doing it, and all that crap.(1) I think that I have approached this in the past, but I certainly have never achieved it.
I may have mentioned it before, but a pretty standard list of INTP-friendly careers goes like this:
Mathematician
College Professor
Biological Scientist
Philosopher
Archaeologist
Physicist
Psychologist
Lawyer
Chemical Scientist
... and so forth.
Great! I love the idea of almost any of these, except maybe the biological/psych ones. Yet what do these all have in common? How about four to seven years of school, full time? Yep. There are areas out there that are interesting to me: for example, I just found out about copy editing. I would probably be a great copy editor, because I am generally very good with the language and with punctuation (though I tend to be a bit florid with each). So let's see... how much does a copy editor make per year? Indeed.com says: $35,000. Ugh. Well I guess that is out.
So that's the next point. I can understand taking a salary hit to go to a different field, but I can't take too great of a hit. I have bills to pay, a mortgage, a daughter who needs to go to college some day(2). Handcuffs, in a way.
So what am I passionate about? What would make my job a pleasure every day? I can start with a couple of things that I am not passionate about: I have zero interest in the process of business (sales orders, invoices, delivery tickets, inventory, and all the rest of it) - less than zero, I have negative interest. Secondly, I have declining interest in software testing. It just doesn't float my boat much any more, not that it ever really did to begin with, but it is just getting less tolerable as I get older, and my tastes change. For example, while I love thinking about things, I more and more just want to think about the things that I want to think about (not someone else's problems). My attention to detail seems to be suffering, though that may be tied to this job.
As a typical INTP, I have interests all over the map: astrophysics, Latin, electronics, boardgames, the Constitution, trout, history, the English language, early Christianity, crows, the Russian Revolution, and so on. I have told my wife many times that the only thing I am actually good at in this world is Jeopardy!. I read tons, online and off. I'm a smart guy, how do I make money off that?
(1) Do garbagemen and sewer workers love their jobs? I mean, there are some jobs that nobody wants, right? Waiters? Working for the DMV?
(2) She is not yet six years old, which I understand is too early to have personality traits locked down; but I am pretty certain she is going to be some sort of E.
Wednesday, November 10, 2010
Where is the brown fox?
This Pangram contains four as, one b, two cs, one d, thirty es, six fs, five gs, seven hs, eleven is, one j, one k, two ls, two ms, eighteen ns, fifteen os, two ps, one q, five rs, twenty-seven ss, eighteen ts, two us, seven vs, eight ws, two xs, three ys, & one z.
Monday, November 08, 2010
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