Chunky Move is an absolutely mind blowing Australian dance company giving a whole new meaning to “lighting” a stage.
The geek in your life will also enjoy it… there are algorithms involved!
Chunky Move is an absolutely mind blowing Australian dance company giving a whole new meaning to “lighting” a stage.
The geek in your life will also enjoy it… there are algorithms involved!
Justin and I started making cheese this past month or so. It’s like being the author of a magic trick, it’s so awesome! We started out with Mozzarella and Ricotta. After a couple batches of each cheese, I was ready to branch out. What about goat cheese? Yes!
On a trip to Santa Rosa, we got some culture, molds and goat milk (at Trader Joe’s). The process was relatively easy… basically heat up the milk at a certain temperature, then add the culture and the rennet, stir and let sit over night.
In the morning, we scooped the coagulated curds into 4 chevre molds.

Checking them in the evening, they shrunk to about half their size!

The following morning we un-molded the now fairly hard cheeses to begin the air drying process.

We salted the whole surface of each cheese.

And the 3rd morning we made a delicious chevre omelet. Yummmmm!
This was in 1995 at the CIV highschool in Sophia-Antipolis, southern France. Can you figure out where I am?
Found via Facebook friends. Thanks!
The word “ragnagnas” is a common French name referring to a woman’s menstrual cycle (yes, I’m talking about this again) and it has a slight “annoyed” sound to it. Try saying it with a bit of a frown and it will make perfect sense. Rah-nyah-nyah!
Like most women, I get pretty -ultra- sensitive around the time they start. And then I get frustrated with things, or even down until I realize that I’ll be starting my ragnagnas the next day and it puts everything in perspective.
On Justin’s wise advice, I started putting them on my Google calendar so I can see when they’re due and make sense of any anxiety by looking at the date. It’s something’s I’ve never done.
Funny thing is, a few days ago he asked me: “What’s Rag-nag-nas? Is that a dance class you go to?”
I love my man’s candor, it totally could have been an ethnic dance class or the name of a Flamenco teacher, but after laughing my head off, I had to reveal to him my little secret.
I haven’t touched this painting in a while now. Well you know, I got distracted by the holidays, traveling, eating and such. Can’t do everything!
It was time to give it a little life… therefore people. I also did a few light touch-ups.
Here’s a closeup of the people walking around the area, being in line for yummy ice cream or a having a pizza.
Next will be the bicycles in the foreground… my most dreaded addition! We’ll see.