I know that I am a good writer. What frustrates me is that I don’t always have the time or the inclination to show it. I find it fascinating to proofread other people’s work. People messing up there, their, and…
Month: November 2004
the threat of separation draws me in to this nightmare realm where I search calling your name there is an echo back… this scenario has happened before in a different situation in my dreams. I wait for you in the…
“And a third emu is currently on the loose.” –NBC 10 pm news. We’ve got some cooks in our neighborhood. Everyone contributed to make a wonderful meal the other night. (click to make it bigger) Chicken w/garlic, lime, and something…
I am like a freaking barometer. Whenever the air pressure changes, I get headaches. Combine that with my unfulfilled caffiene addiction…today has been yucky. So my migraine is making me nauseous and dizzy. What a wonderful Friday night. 🙂 Counting…
What happens when Sholeh is too busy to write blog entries? She blesses the world with poetry. Oct 9 This is what she is cloaked in Undermined by mystery She’s got no poker face Emotions concealed? No, openness is her…
And now I bring you…funny scientific article names: The uncertain blitzkrieg of Pleistocene megafauna (apparently the megafauna were not as sure about their attack as they should have been) Amphibian road mortality in response to nightly variations in traffic intensity…
Another creation! Ingredients: Chicken breast (cut into pieces) onion (diced) tomato (diced) zucchini (sliced) 1/2 can coconut milk salt pepper Fry chicken in a large wok or non-stick pan with onions, salt, and pepper. When chicken is fully cooked, add…
O Lord, my God and my Haven in my distress! My Shield and my Shelter in my woes! My Asylum and Refuge in time of need and in my loneliness my Companion! In my anguish my Solace, and in my…
Oh, speak with all of the words lingering in your heart, The ones that refuse to come out unless prodded. Speak and don’t be afraid of the emotions The dreams, the pain that come with speech. Just…speak, sing, shout out…
The Baha’i Association at my University won the bulletin board decorating contest. We got a monetary prize for catering for events, but more importantly, it inspired us to make a better board than we would have without incentive, and now…
In those days past when summer was the overriding season our smiles were open the cynical twists of the mouth didn’t exist. There was no pain behind those eyes. It was the Sobes and the Guccis and the core Chicago…