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Chocolate Chile Cake

May. 20th, 2007 | 12:14 pm

I cooked this for a friend's birthday, came out very very moist and very chocolat-y. However, there wasn't enough chile to suit me and I should have used espresso instead of cofeee.

1 C brewed espresso (1 cup coffee didn't really flavor the cake)
1 C packed dark brown sugar
3 Cinnamon Sticks (I wonder if I could just use the cinnamon, next time I wil try.)
3 stick unsalted butter
2 teaspoons cyenne pepper (1 used only 1 needed more, try 2 next time)
12 oz semi sweet chocolate
4 oz unsweetened chocolate
8 large eggs beaten
2 pakagaes fresh berries (rasberries)

1. Position rack in bottom 1/3 of oven 
2. Preheat to 375
3. Wrap heavy duty foil around the bottom and press to seal
4. In med saucepan combine espresso, brown sugar and sinnamon sticks and simmer over low heat until fragrant 20 min
5. Discard cinnamon sticks
6. Add the butter and cayenne and stir until butter is melted.
7. Coarsely chop the semisweet and unsweeetened chocolate and whisk into the coffee mixture until melted
8. Pour into big bowl
9. Whisk in the eggs
10. Scrape batter into prepared pan
11. Place plan inside a larger ovenproof pan and pour enough water to reach halfway up the sides
12. Bake 50 min to an hour until toothpick inserted in the center comes out dry.
13. Carefully remove pan from water bath
14. Set on a rack to cool.
15. Release springform and remove parchment
16. Cool for 8 hours in refridgerator
17. Slice the cake and serve with berries.

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Never Let Me Go

Apr. 12th, 2005 | 09:56 pm

a couple of weeks ago:

I picked up Never Let Me Go in the many-storied Shinjuku bookstore I remembered from high school. It is in paperback in Japan and I used the "it is a little cheaper" argument to buy it because I would have bought it in hardcover soon enough and perhaps left it unread.

I felt sick today and went to hide in the Regenstein Library for 4 hours napping and reading, alternately feeling more nauseated and better as time passed. Never Let Me Go is another odd novel.

The main character, Kathy is 31, she has worked as a "carer" for the past 12 years. She had a happy childhood in an exclusive school without parents or visitors. Her childhood was without consumerism, without television. At her school, the children traded art and poetry with each other. All of the children were told early on what was to happen to them after they graduated, they knew but didn't understand what this would mean, they had fantasies of working at stores or offices and when they graduated would gossip about former students who had somehow been allowed to live these fantasies.

This book reminds me of The Cement Garden with horror, beauty and the unexpected freedom of children.

Last Friday:
I went to a book reading by Ishiguro. It was really good. It was held in a gothic style chapel, for those who know the church upstairs from the Seminary Co-op at the University of Chicago. Ishiguro read a section of his novel about a rumored art gallery that their best works were being collected for and displayed in.

It was wonderful, because I finally thought I had a way into The Unconsoled.

Here is a link to an interview with him that actually explains more about The Unconsoled.

Interview with Ishiguro

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Oren Izenberg Robert Lowell at the End of History

Oct. 24th, 2004 | 09:40 pm
music: Interlude

So I haven't written anything about being in Bschool. I will ignore that for now.

Yesterday I went to see part of the Chicago humanities open house:

Robert Lowell at the End of History
Oren Izenberg
Robert Lowell was one of the most influential poets of the last half-century. In this session, we will focus on poems from Lowell’s best-known book, Life Studies, and consider the ways in which a great artist struggles with a great question: Deprived of the confidence that our story is part of a larger plan— a history that marches always toward triumph, a nation with a blessed fate and a certain future—how can we come to value or grant significance to the story of the singular person— to my life, my family, my turmoil, my perception, my mind?

It was wonderful. I felt like dying parts of my brain were being stimulated. I think it was the way that he made all these connection with Lowell's poem "Beyond the Alps" to poems of John Donne, Elizabeth Bishop, and William Wordsworth. Especially since bschool is consuming my life. I haven't been able to read anything but econ and accounting for a couple of weeks now. Maybe it isn't so different from a normal English class, but I haven't had one in such a long time. I am now plotting how I might sit in on his intro to poetry class during the winter.

All the people there were about 50. I wonder what they are in their real lives. I tried to spot profs that I might know, but didn't have any luck.

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In the Shadow of Young Girls in Flower

Sep. 4th, 2004 | 07:30 pm
music: Go Ahead

While I was in Costa Rica I read the new translation of In the Shadow of Young Girls in Flower the second book of Proust's In Search of Lost Time. This is the third time I've tried to finish this book. I do believe that this translation was instrumental in helping me to finish. There was much more I started to appreciate in this translation by Lydia Davis. When I attempted this book before I was amused by the society pretensions and thought that his reactions and appreciation of art were the best described and of course I was very interested in romances. Maybe reading this three times is the way to do things. Today I started The Guermantes Way translated by someone entirely different. I shall see if I like this translator.

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The Bone People

Aug. 17th, 2004 | 11:27 pm

I've been lying in my empty empty apartment reading The Bone People by Keri Hulme.

A Maori painter wins a lottery and loses her inspiration, so she builds a fantasy tower on a beach in New Zealand and keeps everyone away. Until, of course, someone comes by, a seven year old boy who is violent and dumb, a truant and a thief. It starts as a heartwarming tale then somewhat unfairly and unexpectedly mutates into something much darker. Keri Hulme is a Maori artist and the poetry in her novel is not the skippable sort, it makes up some of the best parts of the book.

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japanese icecream

Aug. 11th, 2004 | 01:34 pm

honeydijon sent me this link to bizzare japanese icecream flavors.

In other news. The movers were supposed to come in the morning, they had a scheduling mix up. Everything was going so well. They say the movers have just left.

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For those who have an opinion about Chicago Neighborhoods

May. 9th, 2004 | 04:18 pm

I actually do want opinions and comments.

Poll #290997 Where to live?

Where should we live in Chicago?

Hyde Park
Bucktown/Wicker Park
Lincoln Park
South Loop
Logan Square
Ukrainian Village

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Fund Race

Mar. 20th, 2004 | 06:54 pm

So I spent some time looking up some of my former neighbors and how much money they gave to presidential candidates.
Try it, it is interesting.

Fund Race

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A story

Mar. 13th, 2004 | 03:13 pm

When I was in grad school, I had the opportunity to live with a high school friend. We lived in a two bedroom apartment in Chicago and invited all our other high school friends to visit for Thanksgiving. While I was cooking in my boyfriend's apartment, she divided all our guests up into two groups. One group was assigned to "her" bathroom and one assigned to "my" bathroom. Everyone was so weirded out they just used my bathroom. When I came back to our apartment, there was a line in front of my bathroom and no one was using hers. (Her bathroom was in the hall and much more convenient.) When I asked her why she did this, she said it was to save toilet paper. A few of my friends offered to go out right then and buy her toilet paper.

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how silly

Nov. 30th, 2003 | 01:23 am

Torture Garden
You are most similar to Octave Mirbeau's Torture
. You are a sickening work of art.
You excite me and disgust me at the same time.

To which work of fiction on my shelf are you most similar?
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Book Description
Following the twin trails of desire and depravity to a shocking, sadistic paradise - a garden in China where torture is practiced as an art form - a dissolute Frenchman discovers the true depths of degradation beyond his prior bourgeois imaginings. Entranced by a resolute Englishwoman whose capacity for debauchery knows no bounds, he capitulates to her every whim amid an ecstatic yet tormenting incursion of visions, scents, caresses, pleasures, horrors, and fantastic atrocities. The Torture Garden is exceptional for its detailed descriptions of sexual euphoria and exquisite torture, its political critique of government corruption and bureaucracy, and its revolutionary portrait of a woman - which challenges even contemporary models of feminine authority. This is one of the most truly original works ever imagined. Beyond providing richly poetic experience, it will stimulate anyone interested in the always-contemporary problem of the limits of experience and sensation. As part of the continuing struggle against censorship and especially self-censorship, it will remain a landmark in the fight against all that would suppress the creation of a far freer world. Written in 1899, this fabulously rare novel was once described as "the most sickening work of art of the 19th century."

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