soccer and crack
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ciroccojLast soccer game of the regular season, and we lost 2-0. DOH. First game we've lost this year, I think - definitely the first loss I've been in. The other team was really good, though, and really aggressive. We had a few injuries. One didn't count because it was our resident hypochondriac, but the other two were players who normally take whatever gets dished out with no problem. So, yeah. Tough team.
I've got some soccer drills to get better footwork skills, and I really hope I can stick with my plan of actually, you know, doing them. I'd like to feel that I can contribute more to my team than a warm body that moves fast and can occasionally stick a foot in and divert the ball from the other team. I'd like to actually feel like when I have the ball, I might have a chance in hell of controlling it long enough to do something useful with it.
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Saw the lawyer today, for my mom's will. It all sounds relatively straightforward (she says with pitiful naivete). We'll see how straightforward it all sounds after I've actually started to do what he said to do.
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Watched a bunch of teenagers get hooked on crack today.
No, not really. Close, though. Los Amigos, my kids' summer camp, isn't just for teaching kids the Spanish language. They're also supposed to learn something of Latin cultures and customs. So today Flo, the leader, brought in an Argentinian food: dulce de leche. Basically, condensed milk boiled into a hyper-sweet caramel spread. Think Nutella, but caramel-flavoured.
Little kids? Meh. Some liked it, some didn't, most wouldn't try it because it's brown and funny-looking.
Teenagers? Listened with interest while Flo explained what it was, then gingerly tried it. Eyebrows went up as the sugar rush hit. Conversation utterly stopped. Bodies drew closer to the magical source of this marvelous thing (a can). At first they spread it on bread, the way they were supposed to, but pretty soon they'd gobbled up all the bread and were licking the stuff right off their plastic knives. At one point Flo noticed and said, "Hey! No double-dipping!" and I had to stifle a giggle because they were up to 10th and 12th dippings by then.
It was like they were hypnotised. Four boys and two girls, ages 13-16, vibrating like junkies, impatiently waiting for another drag at the crack pipe.
And the only reason they didn't degenerate into a murderous mob to get at the last little gobs of it was that Flo promised she would bring more on Thursday, and gave them little handouts on where to the stuff and how to make it at home. Never seen teenage boys so avidly memorize a recipe before. Chanting "stick can of condensed milk into a pot, cover with water, boil gently for 3-4 hours covered, adding water if needed, remove and let cool before opening," like it was some kind of magic incantation.
I had to laugh. I used to eat the stuff with a spoon too, and could get through half a can before my stomach started to tell me that this was a bad, bad idea. Nice to see I'm not the only one :)
I've got some soccer drills to get better footwork skills, and I really hope I can stick with my plan of actually, you know, doing them. I'd like to feel that I can contribute more to my team than a warm body that moves fast and can occasionally stick a foot in and divert the ball from the other team. I'd like to actually feel like when I have the ball, I might have a chance in hell of controlling it long enough to do something useful with it.
Saw the lawyer today, for my mom's will. It all sounds relatively straightforward (she says with pitiful naivete). We'll see how straightforward it all sounds after I've actually started to do what he said to do.
Watched a bunch of teenagers get hooked on crack today.
No, not really. Close, though. Los Amigos, my kids' summer camp, isn't just for teaching kids the Spanish language. They're also supposed to learn something of Latin cultures and customs. So today Flo, the leader, brought in an Argentinian food: dulce de leche. Basically, condensed milk boiled into a hyper-sweet caramel spread. Think Nutella, but caramel-flavoured.
Little kids? Meh. Some liked it, some didn't, most wouldn't try it because it's brown and funny-looking.
Teenagers? Listened with interest while Flo explained what it was, then gingerly tried it. Eyebrows went up as the sugar rush hit. Conversation utterly stopped. Bodies drew closer to the magical source of this marvelous thing (a can). At first they spread it on bread, the way they were supposed to, but pretty soon they'd gobbled up all the bread and were licking the stuff right off their plastic knives. At one point Flo noticed and said, "Hey! No double-dipping!" and I had to stifle a giggle because they were up to 10th and 12th dippings by then.
It was like they were hypnotised. Four boys and two girls, ages 13-16, vibrating like junkies, impatiently waiting for another drag at the crack pipe.
And the only reason they didn't degenerate into a murderous mob to get at the last little gobs of it was that Flo promised she would bring more on Thursday, and gave them little handouts on where to the stuff and how to make it at home. Never seen teenage boys so avidly memorize a recipe before. Chanting "stick can of condensed milk into a pot, cover with water, boil gently for 3-4 hours covered, adding water if needed, remove and let cool before opening," like it was some kind of magic incantation.
I had to laugh. I used to eat the stuff with a spoon too, and could get through half a can before my stomach started to tell me that this was a bad, bad idea. Nice to see I'm not the only one :)
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Date: 2004-07-27 07:41 pm (UTC)It doesn't, um, explode? ::is curious::
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Date: 2004-07-27 07:50 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-07-28 09:40 am (UTC)Oooo that stuff's amazing. I had some at the reunion of my dad's argentine school... I totally can see murderous mobs forming because of that stuff.