This mushroom was in our garden yesterday. This macro shot just happens to really be cool to me. Jessica finds it disgusting, but she eats mushrooms of other varieties and I don’t care for them. How ironic!*
*No, I’m not calling Jessica an iron.
Monthly Archives: July 2006
Habanero Hands
Yesterday at lunch I picked a young habanero pepper with my bare hands. I didn’t think anything of it because it was a quick pick followed by putting the pepper on a paper napkin and then a quick hand wash. Evening time came and I cut the pepper up (again, bare handed) and roasted it on my grill after de-membraning it. I cut the membrane out because I’m completely scared of a whole, raw habanero – I ate one once and then unate it hours later. By the time dinner was over my hands started to itch in certain spots. About 10:30, after having washed my hands probably 15 times throughout the evening I rubbed my eyes because I was getting tired. Doh!
I can confirm that rubbing your eyes with chili oils on your hands is a bad choice. I can also confirm that cutting up a lemon and immediately rubbing the acidic juices on the oil infested parts helps neutralize the base of the peppers. This was chemistry 101 all over me 😉
I would recommend using rubber gloves for all intense peppers as well as when doing dental work. The roasted habanero fruit was great on my bratworst with some sautéd onion and orange bell pepper. It had some heat, but not what I was expecting. The moral of the story is that Icy Hot has capsaicin in it. Capsaicin is found in peppers… and peppers and Icy Hot should not be placed on sensitive parts of the body 🙂
7 Things in 7 Days: Day 2
I have more blogs and email addresses than any sane person should have. By blogs I mean sites running on blogging software. I have email addresses all over the internet and I think that if I were to check them all regularly… they’d have less spam in them at any given time.
I just started another blog yesterday morning, but I’m not about to post the URL here because it would be highly offensive to the ‘Highly Offended, Legalistic Christian Jerk’ [that’s probably a hint but it won’t do you any good on Google, yet]. I have a blog about theology, one about design & development and also one about me being a closet environmentalist.
I have email addresses all over the place including Yahoo, hotmail, gmail, randypeterman.com and various other places that I’m not going to reveal.
7 Things in 7 Days: Day 1
There is a meme going around the internets wherein people are revealing 100 things about them in 100 days. I’m shallow or something because I can hardly think of one thing to tell people about me in one day let alone one hundred. So, therefore I’ve shortened mine to a managable list. Today’s nifty thing about Randy that should scare the pooh-pooh out of people is:
I often tell people I’m a horrible liar [when the conversation mysteriously goes that direction]. I then go on with a story about my mom telling me and my cousin not to go down to the corner store and buy candy when we’re done with our paper routes and then we did anyway but we ate all of the candy before going inside – my mom walked outside to find my cousin cramming the last of the junk into his face and I got in trouble. But the truth is that that is a lie. Not the story about me and my cousin, but the truth is that I would lie to the judge and jury [not really if I ever go to court] if I thought it was a good joke. I love a good joke and so if deception is part of the joke at first, I could boldly, blatantly and smilingly lie to impact the humor of the punch line.
This has, of course, backfired on me a few times like when I was in college and my friends were at another college. I called up my friend Robin and told her that Jessica and I were alloping. That was all good and fun until my other friend, Sean, said that it really hurt her and that she was crying in the middle of her college classes. Furthermore my ex-girlfriend Cindy was Robin’s roommate and Cindy, probably hating my guts or looking for a way to get back at me, corroborated with Sean and said that Robin had been all broken up about it. In the end my accomplice, Sean, had turned the tables on me and got me all broken up about hurting Robin… lies are from the devil.
And if my girls ever read this: I know the truth about every lie you’ve ever told me – be afraid, be very afraid.
A Picture of El Coche
So here is a picture of our Red CR-V up in the Rockies, in the rain, by trees, looking all domesticatedly rugged.
Feeding the Addiction
My buddy Craig gave me another gift yesterday: Home Coffee Roasting. I am officially going to be joining the ranks of Coffee picky persons [AKA: Snobs]. This book has color charts to compare the roast depth to your beans (I’ve successfully roasted a ‘moderately dark’ roast). It also covers a wide variety of techniques, beans, regions that coffees are grown in as well as types of roasters and the history of coffee. This book is cool! I haven’t finished reading it yet, but I’m so impressed with what I have seen so far that I had to share.
Dead Man’s Chest
Last night Jessica and I saw Pirates of the Carribean: Dead Man’s Chest. Go see this movie. It is worth seeing in the theater and it is as good or better than the first. I can’t say that about a lot of sequels, but this one adds to the character development, has an engaging plot and includes some twists. They’re making a third movie, and I hope it keeps going because I’m quite excited about it and I haven’t even seen the trailor 🙂
Oh, and the soundtrack rocks! Zimmer is a brilliant composer and has quite a range.
The special effects are as amazing as we’ve come to expect in the last 10 years, and the acting, as before, is lots of fun.
Bowels of Mercies
I love the King James translation of the Bible for its strong language and there is something oddly poetic about it. However, this morning I was reading Abby’s Bible she received when she was born in Grapevine and we were taking a look at Colossians 3 where the translators in 1611 wrote ‘put on … bowels of mercies.’ Abby’s 3 year old mind couldn’t comprehend what was being said. 🙂 Unfortunately I find myself reading like when I was a Spanish student: I translate to modern English from the 1611 English so that I can comprehend what is being said.
For those of you less savvy Paul was writing have a heart of mercy in modern vernacular.
My First Professional Massage
I have never had a professional massage before Friday evening. My dad use to work on sore muscles in our backs and necks when we’d get injuries from crazy stunts and such, Jessica has on occassion massaged my back, and ironically my best friend from the fourth grade through High School’s mom was a masseuse – but I never went to her for a massage. So Friday night, as I stated before, I got a massage as part of my recovery from the auto accident. Jessica has been saying how wonderful they are for some time.
The first half had some sensitiviy and pain involved where I was tender and had some deep tension in my muscles, but I couldn’t tell you about the second half: I fell asleep! When living la vida loco it is hard to remember that things like this can reduce stress, reduce pain, and reduce being awake. I don’t know how much a massage costs (this one was part of my treatment) normally, but I have seen them for $45.00 and hour or more, and every couple months this could be the perfect treat and decompression method for me. I’m sold on the idea now.
However, no matter how Jessica talks about getting her nails done, I’m not getting mine done.
Flux Capacitors
I am cleaning out my system today. I went through my RSS feeds and removed the ones I dont’ care about that I subscribed to to see if I would grow to care about them. I tossed a handful and removed my ‘Business’ folder because none of what was being written about in that set of feeds held anything for me any longer. I’m cleaning out my inbox. Its time for me to get things done. It just works better for me to have clean ‘data inputs.’ I’ll keep an archive of stuff, but in the end, lots of junk is getting cleaned out. It feels like a good colon cleansing – or so I’m told 😉