March 21st, 2002

krazy kat

First day of spring...

...and it shows. The mercury hit 35 today. Yay!

Ok, so I'm gloating a wee bit. Whatever. Like you don't ever do it to the Torontonians.

St. Patrick's day sucked the big one. There was absolutely dick all to do around here. I don't even have any really Irish MP3s or anything that I could play. I ended up heading over to the library and looking through their music collection, to see what I could find. They have some really strange stuff -- I thought there'd be a chance they had some Irish folk music buried in there somewhere. Well, they sorta did. I found this one album called Dublin to Dakar, which is a fusion of all sorts of folk music from cultures in Europe and North Africa with Celtic folk music. It wasn't really what I was looking for, but I was very pleasantly surprised. Some of it was extremely awesome. If I ever see the album for sale anywhere, I'll probably pick it up.

Anyway, I burned some of the tracks into MP3s and if/when I ever get my server back up, I might even put one or two on there.

Aside from that highlight, though, it was extremely boring. Sharjah's a completely dry emirate, so nary a pint of Guinness to be found. And in Dubai, any place that was doing anything for the day required tickets in advance. At prices more exorbitant than I was willing to pay. Besides, I didn't have anyone to go with.

Which really sucked because, as I've mentioned, St. Patrick's day is generally my favourite holiday of the year (yes, even moreso than Christmas).

I even went to the trouble of phoning some people in Vancouver to say "Hi" (or at least talk to someone who knew what St. Patrick's was) but couldn't find anyone at home. Sigh.

So... what else? More midterms next week. Arabic on Saturday then a Biology term paper on Sunday then speech in Public Speaking on Monday. But at least then I get the rest of the week off. I had a Calculus II midterm on Tuesday. It was brutal; I'm not entirely certain I passed. Well, no. I passed, but probably not by much.

Probably time to start looking for temp work for this summer. Tuition goes up 10% next term, and I totally need to make up the overage somehow. Well, either that or borrow from my Dad, which he'll charge me interest on until I pay it back. So.

My parents are staying for at least another 2 years, or so they say, so I expect I'll be staying at least that long. Since (St. Patrick's day aside) I really do like it here.

Tabnet's server seems to be down for the count today. Which sucks ass.

Bitch, bitch, bitch.

So this afternoon we (meaning I and a couple of other guys in the dorm) got together to cook lunch. There was me, Yahya from Syria and Mussabir from Bangladesh. The idea being that I'd make "Canadian" food, Yahya would make Arabic food and Mussabir would make Bengali food.

The part about my making Canadian food was the most interesting I think, in the sense that all three of us had eaten Arabic and Bengali food before, but neither of the others had eaten "Canadian" food, unless you count burgers from fast food joints and the like.

So I wasn't sure what to make. All I could think of that I would consider truly Canadian were poutine and perogies. Poutine isn't really a meal (unless you eat it by the bucket from Mama's in Montr�al) in itself, and besides, french fries, cheese and gravy are all things that you can get here all the time, and aren't terribly exciting. As for pergoies, not only are (some of) the ingredients well-nigh impossible to find here, but I've never made them (unless you count the pre-frozen ones, which you can't find here either) and they're the sort of thing that is easy to screw up.

I ended up making Chicken Parmegania, of all things. It's rather Italian, not Canadian, but nonetheless something that we eat all the time, at my place. And other than the aforementioned poutine and perogies, what really constitutes "Canadian" food anyway? Besides which, neither of them had ever heard of it, and I like it.

It was pretty successful, all things considered. Given that the kitchen in the dorm sux0rz assz0r, and there's no fridge to speak of (only a tiny one) and I didn't have the requisite pots and pans... the only major problem was that the cheese you get here tends to be really stringy when heated (infinitely moreso than the stuff you get in North America), which gave the same property to the Chicken Parmegania. O well.. it tasted ok.

Lessee... Yahya made Shish Taouk, which was ok but oily. Again, I've had that before; I like Shish Taouk. And Mussabir made some chili beef thing. Not sure what it's called.

It vaguely reminded me somewhat of Beef Rendang. Which I absolutely adore more than almost any other food in the world (except maybe Chili Crab). I miss Beef Rendang. It is impossible to find pandan leaves here, which makes the production of Beef Rendang impossible. Sigh.

Um... that's about it, I guess. Enough bitching from me. So with these quotes, I leave you. Meow!

"If you play with a cat, you must not mind her scratch."
   -- Yiddish Proverb

"In a cat's eye, all things belong to cats."
   -- English proverb

"You will always be lucky if you know how to make friends with strange cats."
   -- Colonial American proverb

"There are many intelligent species in the universe. They are all owned by cats."
   -- Anonymous

"Dogs believe they are human. Cats believe they are God."
   -- Anonymous

"Thousands of years ago, cats were worshipped as gods. Cats have never forgotten this."
   -- Anonymous

"Do not meddle in the affairs of cats, for they are subtle and will pee on your computer."
   -- Anonymous

"CAT (n): 1. Furry keyboard cover 2. Alarm clock"
   -- Anonymous

"There is no snooze button on a cat who wants breakfast."
   -- Anonymous

"Time spent with cats is never wasted."
   -- Anonymous

"No heaven will not ever Heaven be; Unless my cats are there to welcome me."
   -- Anonymous
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