Lofty dreams
La réalisation d'un rêve (Le Journal de Montréal, April 17, 2008)
Isabelle Boulay rêvait depuis longtemps de chanter enceinte sur scène. Sa grossesse sera très avancée quand, au Québec, au mois de septembre, elle montera sur scène. La chanteuse en est ravie.
Isabelle Boulay has long dreamed to sing on stage while pregnant. Her pregnancy will be far along in Quebec in September when she'll take the stage. The singer is ecstatic about it.
I don't really want to overanalyze this, but I will. I can understand having dreams of singing on stage. I can understand dreams of having children and maybe even wanting to be in a state of pregnancy. Well, ok, maybe not that. But really, does anyone put their hands together and dream of singing on stage while pregnant?
I know that happens and I don't have an opinion on it because I've never thought about it before. However, now that the idea has entered my mind, I don't think it's something that's planned ; it's usually just a set of circumstances. I just find it bizarre that Isabelle had this active and ongoing desire to do so.
I know I shouldn't judge other people's... no, I just shouldn't judge. But I do so I'm making faces in her direction right now.
"Dream lofty dreams, and as you dream, so you shall become. Your vision is the promise of what you shall one day be; your ideal is the prophecy of what you shall at last unveil." - James Lane Allen
« April 17, 2008 11:27 AM | Post a Comment | 0 comments »
Sunday ritual
For the last couple of weeks, I've been taking a beer can and shoving it up the butt of a chicken. There's not much more for me to say that anyone would really want to hear, but what the heck. I got some time on my hands waiting for my chicken to stop screaming in the oven.
I started by doing something I've never done in my life before: I bought a six pack of Bud Light. I'm not a beer snob... no wait, I am. Even if I wasn't, this is some bad beer. But it's good enough for a chicken. I rub on a secret spice blend (whatever isn't older than the cats goes in!) and put some garlic cloves in the beer can.
Today, I added a little somethin' somethin' buy roasting potatoes in the same pan. I think the chicken will like the company. There's no possible way to insert a beer into the potatoes or else I'd give that a shot. Not that I've tried.
This method of cooking chicken produces really moist white meat and crispy skin because the bird isn't cooking in its own fat and juices. It's also hilarious to see a chicken sitting on a can. I don't know about you, but I really enjoy laughing at my food. Not WITH my food, but AT it.
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Good ole Rocky Top
Congratulations to Tennessee Lady Vols on their 8th national championship! Almost as good as Tennessee winning was UConn losing in the semifinals. Almost...
My two favorite Lady Vols of all time are Michelle Marciniak (like duh) and Chamique Holdsclaw. We once drove four hours on a whim to see Chamique because the she played the game with more grace than anyone I've ever seen in my life. The basketball was just an extension of her hand. I hope she gets back in the game soon. For now, she's chilling in the ATL.
Here's an odd looking picture of MM and CH from 1996. It's not a strange picture to take because they're obviously celebrating a win, but a it's strange picture to publish.
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