Olive Oil

Garlic bulb, peeled, cloves separated

White potatoes, 2 smol, cut into half inch pieces

Sweet potato, smolish, cut into half inch pieces
Lunchbox peppers, 4 (sub 1 bell pepper)

Shallots, 2, outer layers peeled, halved, and sliced thin the long way

Scallions, chopped into discs

Spices to taste (black pepper, white pepper, chervil, tarragon, cobanero pepper, scallions, shallots)

Bourbon barrel aged maple syrup

Preheat cast iron pan with oil (I used a really good olive oil from California)

Add white potatoes, cook around 10 minutes, stirring/scraping a lot (roughly half cooked)

Add sweet potatoes, add more oil if needed, cook around 10 minutes, continuing to stir/scrape

Add steak, throw some white pepper on it, and add a few pieces of butter, cook until it's starting to get done

Add garlic, cook 2 minutes

Add shallots and peppers, cook 2 minutes

If the scallions are older/thicker, throw in all but the thin green rings you chopped, cook an other minute.

Serve into bowls or plates, drizzle with the maple syrup, then throw the scallions on top

spreading wings
By Mina Ellyse Warren
September 2, 1996

alone
in the shadows
i feel your breath beside me
i hear your voice call my name

and i dream

reality can be so binding
finding barricades built up around me
so many echoes from the past

and i wander
amidst the wreckage of my creation
wondering
where i lost my way

and i know
the dreams i seek
stay close around me
awaiting the realisation
that other dreams have died

reality can be so yielding
as the barricades fall find me there
so many echoes fading to the past

and i wander
amidst the pristine world of my creation
dreaming
of losing myself in you

and so to you
so far away
i whisper sweet words of love
and i feel the dreams awake within me
and i spread my wings
to the sky
and i fly

Olive Oil

Garlic bulb

Cherry tomatoes, 1 pint

Poblano peppers, 3

Heirloom tomato 1 lb

Scallions

Fresh basil

Ziti, half pound

Fresh mozzarella

Spices to taste (black pepper, oregano, basil)

Take the garlic apart, unwrap the cloves, and chop the root end off each clove.

Wash the tomatoes, removing the stem from the heirloom tomato and slicing it into wedges.

Wash the peppers, remove the stem and seeds, slice into narrow strips.

Wash the scallions and chop into thin rings.

Wash the basil.

In a saucepan, heat some olive oil on medium high.

Add the garlic cloves, sliding them around in the oil to coat them.

Cook until they start to brown, stirring or tossing occasionally.

Add the tomatoes.

Reduce heat to medium, cover, and cook until the cherry tomatoes start to pop open.

Once they get to that point, you can squish the cherry tomatoes and garlic with a spoon or fork.

When it starts looking a lot saucier, throw in the peppers.

Start a fry pan (cast iron, preferably; not nonstick otherwise) with a good amount of olive oil (10-15 tablespoons) on medium high heat.

Dump the pasta in and spread it around.

Do not stir.

The goal is to burn it a bit.

When it gets to that point, flip it to get the other side cooked.

Start adding the sauce with a scoop or two to the center of the pan. Turn the heat down on the sauce so it doesn't burn.

Cover the fry pan, cook for a minute or two, add another scoop, and continue until the sauce is gone. Do not stir.

Check the pasta for doneness, al dente being the target, with some crunch from the burned bits.

Add the mozzarella when the pasta is nearly ready, and break it up to melt.

Serve, adding the scallions and spices.

Makes 2 servings.

Oh, hai!

Been a few minutes since I last posted something here...

Not that this first post in an aeon or three has much of content in it...

But I am content with it.

less than

By Everett A Warren

December 7, 2018

what i want is irrelevant
wordless i stand beside you
and your wants serve my needs
well enough that no need hath i
for mine own but yours made manifest
move like dancers lithe and wary of the dark
full of grace like poplar leaves they simmer
in the wake of the words you speak at me
and the winds strip them from your branches
once the coldness of your breath hath chilled them
from the green that once resembled life
to the bright of the sun that shines not upon me
to the red of the fires that burn stillborn
as with my desires, as with your whistling words
that weasel their way from your hiding places
bringing with them their killing frost
and so extracting that which hath made them holy
to the brown of the Earth, they return
to rot, to make you anew with stolen essence
shoring up your soul with all thin sorrows,
weaker than weak, shallower than regret,
with voids that swallow you whole
and still you press for my wants
as if you hath not learned in devastation
as if it serves you to know such arcane trivia
as if i shape such words for mine own purposes
as if such was my right that my words took flesh
taking said morsel upon your desecrated altar
carving it in thin slices served like revenge
and so i want for nothing, feasting upon it
and in disgust you force my hand
ever so unsteady in your cowardice
and i show you the pathways of your mistake
for in truth i want only to not make clear my wants
but you hath robbed me of that luxury
and i am found...
alas...
wanting

Please come join us in the joy of celebration as we birth of our songs to the world.

Sofeya and the Puffins are an original blend of folk, rock, bluegrass, world beat, mystical rock and rhyme!

The New Deal Cafe, in the lovely community of Greenbelt, MD is not only known for having fabulous live music almost nightly, but also for their delicious Lebanese food.

For more information:
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Come and see us at Sofeya's Summer House Concert Series, opening for some awesome people...

We'll be playing in Linglestown PA, starting at 7pm on the following dates:

Friday July 18th, opening for Ginger Doss & Lynda Millard

Saturday August 9th, opening for Sharon Knight & Winter JP Sichelschmidt

Friday August 29th, opening for Wendy Rule

Went on a hike with Justin today, and some photos happened along the way:

( More under the cut... )

If you want to browse all of the photos from today, they start here and go left, toward the train.

I really have to get to bed earlier.

With that... good night! =)

( More under the cut... )

Even more if you click through the pics to Flickr...

"" (Watch on YouTube)

I've posted this a couple of times on Facebook, but there's been a lot going along that just shows me I apparently don't speak mutant monkey... =P

Two new sets of photos from two different nature preserves run by the Lancaster Conservancy are posted over on Flickr.

Yesterday, we were at Tucquan Glen ~ that set starts here (and move away from the photos of the LGT's headlights to see the rest of the set!).

Today's set from Belleaire Woods starts immediately after the Tucquan Glen set, right here.

Photos of the kids in both sets, photos of me in the Belleaire set.

Ah! The ribs are prepped and cooking (and will continue to do so all day) and the coffee's made...

First time using the Keurig with the permanent filter instead of the pre-packaged K-cups. It works well, although was more of a pain to get the old grounds out than I expected (not sure why I expected wet coffee grounds not to stick to the far reaches of the tiny little filter... I've made coffee once or twice before, and with permanent filters no less...)

While I still have a bunch of K-cups left over from the sampler, I can easily do the permanent filter for my daily cup and save the others for when someone wants a non-decaf or I'm in more of a rush (not that it takes much longer to use the filter).

Errands now, attending a graduation party this evening. Maybe some guitar playing and/or writing in-between?

Mental Chameleon

By Everett A Warren

July 23, 1995

What you think
I think it too
How can you say
I don't feel it as do you

There's no difference between our thoughts
My mindscape iterates and forms the array that is the set
of
You

Identity
Swept away
Individuality
Erased

Like you I am me, myself,
and I walk alone to keep me company

And the moment arrives at last
The two who walk beneath the sun
Share the same shadow
we have become
One

Wordless now you stare at me
And there are two before you, how can this be?

In silent horror you call my name
I hear it shape into a familiar ring
Words I have echoed before
In your voice

Who are you now that I am me
Myself and I
and you
Yourself are We

Originally posted by

greenmanenvy_fd at In Deep / When the Ocean was a Forest

http://greenmanenvy.blogspot.com/2013/11/in-deep-when-ocean-was-forest.html

In Deep, 2008

When the Ocean was a Forest

By Mina Ellyse Warren

When the ocean was a forest, I was but a child,
I was but a young lass, when the ocean was a forest.
When the ocean was a forest, full of trees,
The sea without its waves, I was but a young girl.

When the ocean was a forest, ferns and trees,
I was then a young lass, when the ocean was a forest.

Each hundred years flown past, to the sea I return,
In the waves I must be bathe'd, each hundred years flown past.
Each hundred years flown past, to the shore I walk,
In the waters I am bathe'd, and I am young once more.

Each hundred years flown past, in the waters I must bathe,
Before bird or beast does speak, each hundred years flown past.

Upon the road I stop, cradling a life so dear,
Holding life within my hands, upon the road I stop.
Upon the road I stop, and I give them warmth,
Hold them as their life departs, with injuries so grave.

Upon the road I stop, as their soul departs,
My tears turn to stone, dripping grey rock upon the road.

I will be young once more, waves upon the stones,
Once I have bathe'd in the water, I will be young once more.
I will be young once more, as the tide pulls out before me,
I will bathe in the sea, and have my youth restored.

I will be young once more, when the seas have washed me clean,
In the tides my years wash 'way, I will be young once more.

It's early that the dog did speak, in advance of me,
The dog, in advance of me; It's early that the dog did speak.
It's early that the dog did speak, in advance of me,
In the quiet of the morning, on the ocean shore.

When the ocean was a forest, I was but a child,
I was then a young lass, when the ocean was a forest.
Each hundred years flown past, in the waters I must bathe,
Before bird or beast does speak, each hundred years flown past.

But it was early that the dog did speak, in advance of me,
The dog, in advance of me, as I crumbled before the tide.

Originally posted by

greenmanenvy_fd at Martian Puppy Dog / Extrovert

http://greenmanenvy.blogspot.com/2013/11/martian-puppy-dog-extrovert.html

Martian Puppy Dog, 2006

Extrovert

By Everett A Warren

Skyward
Eyes upon the heavens
For the flash of life
Beyond may lie a universe
And there may your hopes reside
Pray for the grinding of thermal emissions
A light far off glimpsed between the cloudbanks
Whereby it may be claimed that Others arc along the sky
So conquered
Flight lies in the past forgotten
More is sought
Heights unfathomed
Man has broken ground and soars on tenuous wings
How weak they become
Under the light of the sun
Cries forever drift into the night
Seeking higher sights
A reason and a method must bend the world to a will
How far past the truth
Mankind's Wise do range
Humanocentric thought
Answers so limited render nothing
Grave moments of silence fall as though a dream must fail
Projecting outward
The truth lies hidden
The inner strength is lost
Unacknowledged frontiers
Where strange thoughts play in the fabric of all life

Although I'm sure you realize our little Martian puppy dog up there is not, in fact, from the planet Mars, you may be curious, and wondering exactly what he really is. He is a Sphinx eremitus, a hermit sphinx moth caterpillar. But with that wagging tail, I'm sure he looks exactly like puppy dogs on Mars look. I mean, after all, he is green...

Originally posted by

greenmanenvy_fd at The Grave of Dead Tanis / dreams in the mist

http://greenmanenvy.blogspot.com/2013/11/the-grave-of-dead-tanis-dreams-in-mist.html

The Grave of Dead Tanis, 2006

dreams in the mist

By Everett A Warren

ghost world
mists walk with me
hung in suspension
bathing with their breath
stained glass skies
framed by branching contortions
forest floor limned
moss, leaf, and fallen limb
crystals of ice encrusted
dreams flitter away
through minds of pre-dawn sleepers
seeking release, freedom of a thawing sky
sun melts away
the tendrils
Earth-bound no longer
and they know this
as they know deeper, darker truths
but in this drifting gray the sun has faded
cackling with madness, ripe with desire
dreams wander, untethered to a soul
yet held fast to the waking world
and there I walk, in their midst
calling to wayward thoughts
offering shelter for lonely dreams
until night cloaks the world
or dawn, delayed, arrives

This poem can be found in the collection Poetry from the Porch Period,
available via the publisher or from Amazon.com
or on order from your local bookstore!

I like the looks of Typesafe Slick. The Lifted Embedding is pretty cool, and would be great to get at data and really do all kinds of things most other languages couldn't dream of.

When I first started working with Scala last year, it struck me that a lot of the things I was learning were things I always found myself wanting to do in an imperative language but they just couldn't do it or they were things (like the recursion) that everyone always said to stay away from because they'd break down and fail in 4GL.

I'd really love to have a plugin for the Caché object database... while accessing it with SQL would be cool, it would be great to just be able to get the objects working together. They're still adding support, though, and with Caché being a niche market tool (although I'd love to see it in more widespread usage) it's not likely to get there unless someone writes it. I'll get right on it... and add it to my to-do list. =)

Of course, my interest in Caché is surface-deep at this point. I love the interface for maintaining the dbs, doing the admin, and running SQLs and object queries and stuff. I haven't spent the time working with it to see how it does with a more strenuous workout. The job I was hoping to interview for a while back fell through before it started, so I focused on what was applicable to other things... but I'd kind of like to work with it some more. I have no idea if it scales as well as their marketing material says it does, and I have no idea how many arms and legs it costs (but I expect it's pricey), but I like the promise it has, and the little I've used it has impressed me.

I'm thinking I might need to develop an app or two using those technologies and see how it goes. With scalability in the language and scalability in the dbs, there could definitely be the promise of handling gobs and gobs of data in a much more efficient manner than other tech I've worked with.

Originally posted by

greenmanenvy_fd at Waverly Oaks Sycamore / Of Seasons

http://greenmanenvy.blogspot.com/2013/11/waverly-oaks-sycamore-of-seasons.html

Waverly Oaks Sycamore 2005

Of Seasons

By Everett A Warren

Winds forever blowing
A fade to a chill
Leaves upon the ground
A silent blanket upon the world
Speaking of seasons

Trees lay bared
Souls lie open to ponder
Restless they shake their limbs
For grey they will remain in despair
Whispering of seasons

Rains may echo
Falling slower
Damp beads shine and glimmer
In diffusion the light of full moon
Measuring of seasons

Restless sighing
In caverns of Heart
Forging new worlds to wander
Yet lost in the memories long past
Dreaming of seasons

Developers: Just an FYI for those using OSX and upgrading to Mavericks: it hoses your JDK, taking you back to 1.6. If you need the latest and greatest (and I ran up against this submitting a Scala assignment last week), you'll need to reinstall the JDK after the upgrade. Also, make sure you install the JDK itself ~ the runtime environment will not update the Java version used by the command line. Just putting this out there in case anyone is wondering why Java suddenly stopped working as expected ~ and then forgot about the JDK/JRE differences!

Originally posted by

greenmanenvy_fd at With Long Boney Fingers... / The Spell of Jack O' Lantern

http://greenmanenvy.blogspot.com/2013/10/with-long-boney-fingers-spell-of-jack-o.html

With Long Boney Fingers... 2008

The Spell of Jack O' Lantern

By Everett A Warren

With the chill of the night air
comes the fear that he shall return;
Dried corn stalks without the gleaming bones
line the paths he walks,
grinning ear to ear,
as in his heart evil wyrms churn.

Come the harvest moon and the flurry of falling leaves
comes the fear that he shall reap what we have sown;
Cried our tears and left them out to dry
up to the windowsill he stalks,
plucking them up like roasted seeds
upon which he feeds – if they please him, he shall leave us alone.

As the midnight bell tolls
over the fields he rides;
Firelight like autumn leaves flickering in his eyes,
the only warmth he'll ever show,
dancing in the darkness and blood,
as his world and ours collides.

With a creak of a door in the dark of night
comes the fear that has become real;
Soft footfalls upon the stairs,
like whispers of the ravens wing,
silencing the blood in a poor soul's veins,
quiet, now, the night, as the final bells peal.

So heed this warning, for in the waning months
comes the fear that each year he returns;
Bitter winds and silent cries
are all that he leaves behind,
fallen leaves and fallen lives
fuel the fires that, in our dreams, he burns.

This poem can be found in the collection Poetry from the Porch Period,
available via the publisher or from Amazon.com
or on order from your local bookstore!

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The Elysian Fields

Recipe: Autumnal Steak Fry

spreading wings

Recipe: Zite all'assassinia rustica

The more things change...

less than

less than

This Evening!

Susquehanna Heritage Trail

Updatia Notsomuchia

Wolves, Heroic Poses by Mr. B, and Green Things

I Don't Speak Human

New Photos! Trees! Rocks! Turtle!

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Mental Chameleon

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When the Ocean was a Forest

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Extrovert

The Grave of Dead Tanis / dreams in the mist

dreams in the mist

Slick is Slick

Waverly Oaks Sycamore / Of Seasons

Of Seasons

JDK in Mavericks

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The Spell of Jack O' Lantern

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