Rob and I have been discussing selling the house and moving out of the country. Looks like we’ll be doing it. We had talked about Germany or England, but now I’m thinking that Iceland looks good. So…anyone want a nice home in NE Portland?
We’re so far ahead of the U.S. time zones that I’m having to wait forever to hear the results. The polls closed at five a.m. here. Now it’s 9:45 a.m., but they won’t even start counting in Ohio until three p.m. Everyone is talking about the election and wondering what the outcome will be.
Heavens, I forgot to mention that a volcano erupted this morning. It’s on the other side of the country in a glacier, so I’m in no danger at all. It’s the first thing that everyone asks today. “Have you heard about the volcano?”
I figure, between the volcano and the Red Sox winning the World Series that it’s the end of the world.
While I did plenty of work today, the thing I had the most fun with was Bessie’s music video, Secret Agent Man. Lots of dancing and Bond moves with the arms. It was fun, but I’m exhausted. These shots always seem to happen after massage. Why can’t they happen before massage?
I shouldn’t need to tell you this but Stop reading this and go vote!
Some of the Americans here are going down to the Embassy because their absentee ballots have not arrived yet. It’s hard to vote overseas, so those of you at home had darn well better take advantage of being able to hop in a car and drive to the nearest polling station.
The Embassy is hosting an election night event tonight, but I’m unclear on how late it will run since it will be five a.m. in Iceland when the last poll will closes.
Have you voted yet?
Okay everyone, let’s wish Laura a Happy Birthday!
Thank you Pat and Glenn. Breaking all records your package arrived a mere seven days after you mailed it. Man, the Red Sox win the World Series and the whole world gets turned upside down.
What more do I need to say? The wind is wuthering around the building and blowing the rain horizontally across the windows. I working this morning as the Mayor’s live hands and didn’t notice the wind in the studio, but in the greenroom, with its banks of windows, the wuthering is very noticeable.
I decided to participate in National Novel Writing Month this year long before I was scheduled to come to Iceland. Like a crazy woman, I’ve decided to go ahead and try it even though Rob is coming out to visit me for 20 of the thirty-one days available this month for writing. I’ll have to be really focused at work to reach the 50,000 word goal by the end of the month. My work in progress is titled “Virus Attached” and is a sci-fi detective story. I’ll post excerpts as I go.
Dana and Mark Reed came to join me for lunch this afternoon. They are some of the most interesting people that I’ve met here, but this is the first time I’ve spent any time with them outside of large groups. We talked about theater, the nature of puppetry, what interests us about our work, and life in Iceland.
Enzogelin Ãƒâ€¡orbasi (red lentil, bulgur & mint soup)
with Yogurt Garlic Sauce
Pomegranate, Garbanzo Salad
Eve sent me the recipe and ingrediants for the soup and it’s very good. We enjoyed a warm, savory Mediteranean meal while it snowed outside.
Enzogelin Ãƒâ€¡orbasi Recipe
|2 Tblsp Olive Oil
2 Tblsp Butter
1 Lg Spanish Onion – finely diced
2 cloves garlic – minced
1 med. tomato – seeded and chopped
2 tblsp. paprika
1 can tomato paste
1 1/2 cup red lentils
1/4 cup long grain rice
6 cups stock or water
1/4 cup bulgur
1 tblsp dried mint
1 recipe Garlic Yogurt Sauce
Heat butter & oil in heavy saucepan – add onion and garlic, cook gently till soft but not brown.
Add tomato paste, chopped tomato, paprika and cayenne.
Stir well and add lentils, rice & stock.
Bring to boil, cover, lower hear and simmer 30 – 35 minutes, stirring occasionally til lentils dissolve.
Add bulgur & mint, cook another 10 minutes. If too think, add a bit of water. Serve with Lemon & yogurt sauce
Yogurt Garlic Sauce
|2 cups yogurt (or skyr)||2 cloves garlic|
Mince garlic w/pinch of salt. Put in blender with yogurt till very smooth. Let flavors marry at least 30 minutes.
I just got home from the Halloween party at Julianna’s and Kahlua’s. They called me earlier today and invited me over to carve a jack o’ lantern. I was delighted, because it’s a nostalgic thing that I actually enjoy.
The party was a great deal of fun. My costume was a hit, but was outshown by Julie, who came as Bessie. I did get points for actually making mine, but she looked better.
It was lovely today to sleep in, although I still woke up at dawn. Granted, that was 8:30, but I can at least pretend that I got up early.
Today I’m going to have to run around getting my Halloween costume ready. Julianna and Kahlua are having a party at their place tonight. I’m going as the show. Sometime last month, Julianna and I made a set of glove puppets of the show, so I’m building a little puppet booth and showing up as the entire production.
Should be fun, although I might regret deciding to wear a handpuppet boothe.
I’ve been on set all day, bouncing between different puppets live hands. Most of my shots seemed to involve being wedged into tiny spaces. Besides lunch, this is the first time I’ve been off set today.
I’ve been really tired the past couple of days and finally realized that it’s because I haven’t been outside during daylight hours since Monday. It’s getting light at 8:30 a.m. and is dark by the time we leave the studio at 7:00 p.m. I’m going out to buy full-spectrum bulbs tomorrow.
Alright folks. I need people to read a short story and give me feedback before I send it off. I’ll put the first thirteen lines here, and if anyone wants to take a look drop me an email. It’s 1300 words long (about six pages) and my first stab at horror, (but there’s no blood and gore).
The Promise of Chocolate
by Mary Robinette Kowal
The inside was dark. Allison had considered using milk chocolate instead, but thought the rich, almost bitter taste of a dark chocolate center would blend better with the almond flavor of cyanide. She had wanted to make a cake for her son’s birthday, but could not figure out how to limit the poison to a single piece, so–cupcakes. Rich cupcakes filled with a dark chocolate center and wrapped in festive red paper, all save the special one. She had baked that one in plain white paper to make certain that she did not give it to someone else by accident.
Allison had to admit that Jonas had not meant to ruin her life but he had done so as completely as if he had planned it.
I know this is a silly thing to be excited about, but after working here for two months I just got the photo for my badge. Of course, I’ve had my hair cut since this photo was taken…