Hungry Ghost's Daily Diet (TM)

What's today? Friday? Saturday? Sunday. It's Sunday and again, it's lovely and late. Dark and quiet out there. I have cold fingers, even colder teeth and hair falling into my eyes. It will be another late night, but then again, I can sleep in tomorrow so it doesn't matter.

I'm practicing for my one month on the island. Yah. Of course, I actually have to find an island cabin first, persuade bossman it's in his best interests to let me go ("What makes you happy makes me happy etc, etc, etc"), and actually find a ride to the ferry terminal.

Wanted: Cabin on lovely gulf island without brackish water that has bathtub where one can sit and smoke in peace until one is half sliding into the water from sleep when the water becomes tepid. Must have good counter space and kitchen where hearty, savoury meals for one can be made and a wood stove that draws well. Optional, a guest room for the reluctantly-agreed to visitors, unless you're coming from 6 hours away, in which case, a guest room won't be required. Comfy sofa required, and a huge dining table that serves as a work surface. No neighbours.

I shall wait in vain.

Nonetheless.

Portland Portents: V. Good. Exceeds Expectations.

Yoga: Surely, surely, surely, it can't hurt so much the next day? I suspect that practicing once a week is insufficient. I may have to add a second day in the week. Cartoon from here

My people: I was asked to be in an instructional video. I said, "Speak to my people!". Of course, this means that I shall have to find some 'people', or change my voice. More on this later if it actually transpires.

Chorizo sausage: Back to them again, well what would you have me do? The others are simply disgusting. Leavened with ground up turkey breast and frozen tofu with the water well-squeezed out of it. Onions, browned shallots, dash of pepper and two eggs. The question is, should one bake or steam this? Steaming is more traditional, but backing is so much neater.

Nazgul and Shark Treats: It was Dr. Nazgul's birthday a few days ago, but the virtual birthday was yesterday. So I made some Nazgul treats for the good Doctor. Dr. Shark has also been very good to me recently so I made some Shark treats for her too.

The instructions for these treat start with Take 3 sticks of butter, 18oz of brown sugar, and beat until light and creamy. Add two eggs... and end with ...finally mix in 24 oz of chocolate....

Dr. Nazgul was very pleased with his treats, he hissed with pleasure while pointing his long skeletal (and I'd say bony, but that'd be redundant) fingers at me saying, "You have done well ersatz mortal". I buffed my fingernails, preened and tried to look modest.

As for Dr. Shark, it'll be her consort who'll be pleased about the treats.

Uprising: Hofesh Shechter Company was in town; TC and I kept them company, asking impertinent questions and sniffing suspiciously at the ersatz smoke that kept billowing out on the stage. In
Uprising, 7 men emerge from the shadows and proceed to inhabit the stage and light with furious energy and solemn movement set to a percussive score that drives the movement and motion. The combined sound and movement was nothing short of spectacular. The directed energy of the 7 dancers in various pairings wherein they spar, bond, fall out, make amends in pairs, triplets and en masse was unlike anything I've seen before.

This was followed by In Your Rooms, a piece with 9 dancers who present a vision of the jumbled chaos that we call life and human sensibility. Again, an original score by Mr. Schechter himself which was very fine indeed. The movements of the dancers could only be described as controlled chaos set against a shifting landscape of light. Spikily beautiful. Too bad it was the last night of the performance.

Wine and fags: Three cigarettes and umpteen bottles of wine and beer. That was the scene which greeted me - nothing energetic about these layabouts, save when they were lighting up or pouring from the bottle. Lovely boozy tiramisu though and well-aged cheese. Semi-scandalous behaviour too. Tsk.

And now: Must focus more on what is to come, less on what has gone and not at all on what has to be buried.

Prophecy: There is no going back. The die is set, I shrug my shoulders and wash my hands of the whole sorry matter - and about time too - because, well, I'm not saying why, just that, well, let's just say that Windows 7 has come out and Vista, downgraded to XP, was replaced. Why. I feel quite light-headed. Must be all the alcohol in the tiramisu.