thunder cracks, clouds shatter


Scamper of talons
Spasmodically searching
Head, eyes darting
Scurrying, hustling
To the popcorn
Offered magnanimously
By bench boy
Who wields this power of god
Controls his subjects
They dance for him
More come, involuntarily
The footpath clogs
With feathered activity
A foul sight to see
I must pass
Despite the park sign
I step on the grass


Rolling thunder to the south-south-west
As I roll out of bed
Icy spring water greets my face
And I awake
My steaming Nescafe
Draws a gang of flies
Who filter the valley yonder
Thunder cracks, clouds shatter
Water pours from heaven
Pitter-patter on the iron awning
The sky bids me good morning
Starts the day stretching, yawning
Rain turns quickly into hail
Rendering the mountain trails
Off limits today


Through the woods
Down the creek bed
‘Cross the valley
This vast expanse
Of grass and dock
Guarded on three sides
By mountaintop
Open to the skies
So open the trail signs
Disappear
There – there is the trail
Not up the gorge
But to the right
Upward climb, up, up, up
With no respite
At last, the ridge – hurray!
And there’s the lake!
Lacul Avrig
Shrouded in cloud
A thick grey veil
I wade in
A pretence
The water’s ice
Too cold to swim
Cloud cover descends, ascends
Time to go, cabin bound
The pups await

Personal obstacles: As it turns out, I’m intensely, overwhelmingly fearful of crossing running water courses.

the rise and fall of dough: some questions

Delicious, but I would like a more open crumb
  • My problem with freestyling bread-baking is not knowing exactly when to start baking. Has the dough risen to its full extent yet? Will it still rise? Or will it start falling in the next minute? Is there a better approach than just eyeballing it and hoping for the best? Is this why people follow recipes??
  • Why on earth is autolyse – mixing flour and water together and letting it sit a while before adding yeast and salt – called autolyse when it doesn’t seem to have anything to do with autolysis, the biological process of self-digestion? I came across the term autolysis during beer brewing – it’s when living yeast in the wort/beer feeds on dead yeast, which sounds as disgusting as it’s supposed to smell.

 

bread bared

I’m flattered when friends ask about my bread-baking process. What I lack in skill I make up for in fearlessness as I bumble along according to a rudimentary understanding of food biochemistry and a principle of effort minimalisation. There are, of course, countless different ways to bake; here are some notes from my experience:

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on electoral reform, it’s trudeau’s way or the highway

[transcript below]

Wow, his previous job experience as a drama teacher is really paying off right now. I actually believe that he actually believes that Canada is better served with a smaller number of larger political parties instead of a larger number of smaller political parties. He comes from a political dynasty, with a father having served as prime minister. He comes from a party that has governed the country for at least half of all its history, and he believes it’s done quite well, thankyouverymuch.Read More »

switching to english

My doorbell rang. There stood my former flatmate. “Where’s my money?” she demanded.

She came into my building and screamed at me for a good long while. I couldn’t breathe. I stepped outside for fresh air. It was raining. She followed. She screamed at me some more. In the rain. Even in the complete abject shittiness of the moment I appreciated the poetry.Read More »

i emailed 183 members of parliament. this is how they responded.

On 18 May 2017, I emailed each of Canada’s 183 Liberal members of parliament. The emails addressed the member personally (e.g. “Dear Mr. Aldrag”) but were otherwise identical. The subject line read: “I support ERRE recommendations – please vote YES on May 31st”. The text provided reasons why the member should vote ‘yes’ to concur with the recommendations of the all-party committee on electoral reform that were published on 1 December 2016.

The four charts below summarise their response as of 28 May.

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all my breads – by king arthur, miller

soft, gentle, shy
the grey pastel
of the hour before daybreak –
rye.
colour creeps in
a quiet blue tint
so faint, it apologised.
its strength holds up half my starter
equals with wheat
but it soon drowns
in a tide of teig
of louder flours.
having bloomed, now fades
as the backdrop, unseen
as the foundation of
all my breads
since last july.