A budding maniac’s present to his little sister? Or quite possibly a first year art student’s work…
[thanks Geekologie]
A budding maniac’s present to his little sister? Or quite possibly a first year art student’s work…
[thanks Geekologie]
It looks like google, if we could smell it, it would probably smell like google. Go on, have a go, try and use it….whatever you do, don’t break it!!
Cooking food: Sometimes you just need it to be quick, but that doesn’t mean you don’t want it to be good. Ready meals will never taste as good as a home cooked meal. However, the speed and convenience of just punching a hole in something with a fork, and microwaving it for two minutes wins out. With this in mind I have two words for you: stir fry. Yes, I know all the food I have cooked is quite easy so far. The clue is in the title.
I made a sweet chilli king prawn stir fry with rice. It is a quick and delicious meal. I am proud to say that I have perfected the art of cooking rice. This is how….
You want Basmati rice. It’s more expensive, but the taste makes it worth it. Always measure rice by volume and not by weight: use a measuring jug and measure 2½ fl oz (65 ml) per person (5 fl oz/150 ml for two, 10 fl oz/275 ml for four and so on). The quantity of liquid you will need is roughly double the volume of rice; so 5 fl oz (150 ml) of rice needs 10 fl oz (275 ml) of hot water.
Put in a pan and add boiling water ( I always boil the kettle and then add the water.) DO NOT STIR. Once is fine but anymore will ruin the rice. Put the lid on the pan and turn the heating down to the lowest setting. The leave it alone. Do not peak to see if is ready. Leave white rice for 15 minute and brown rice 40. Use a timer. Do not overcook the rice. This spoils it. Simply bit a grain to see if it is ready. If it is not ready, give it a few more minutes.
When the rice is cooked, remove the lid, turn the heat off and place a clean tea cloth over the pan for 5-10 minutes. This absorbs the steam.
Now for the rest….
You need: King prawns, sweet chilli sauce, mushrooms, peppers, tomatoes, carrots, any other vegetables you want to use.
Wash the veg and cut it up. Add some olive oil to a wok or frying pan. Leave until the oil warms up. Add vegetables for a minute and stir constantly. Add the king prawns. Keep stirring for a minute or until cooked. Add some sweet chilli sauce. And your done!
You can always leave the rice if your in a rush and cook some noodles. Just add some noodles in a pot with some water. Takes a few minutes to cook. Keep stirring.
So, did it taste good? Yes. I was given full points.
If you would like to suggest something for me to cook, comment below, or email frostmagazine@gmail.com.
LOST is over and after 6 years and watching every single episode; no one’s still sure about what actually happened. Well someone found this and now it makes a little more sense!!
Thanks to [Geekologie]
Douglas Coupland, the author of Generation X: Tales for an Accelerated Culture and populariser of the word McJob – to mean unskilled work, product of the transformation from industrial to postindustrial labour – suffered loneliness when he was a young man, influencing his later novel Eleanor Rigby.
He once spoke of his lonely experiences in the Melbourne broadsheet The Age:
If they told us in school that there was this weird thing you were going to experience the moment you turn 20, that would have been a great service. It might be just a North American thing but you always have to smile for the camera and give it your best. Negative emotions, or inevitable emotions, never get discussed.
His book, as those of sound musical mind will know, is named after a song by The Beatles about an old woman who dies lonely, and whose funeral is only attended by a priest called Father Mackenzie, who may or may not be based on a real ‘Father’ Tommy Mackenzie.
Oddly enough, Rigby herself existed, and is buried in a graveyard in Liverpool where Lennon and McCartney used to spend their bored days.
The Beatles anthology, the name of a documentary series of three albums and a book about the band, mentions that McCartney ended up not thinking that it was all a coincidence, but rather that Rigby was hanging around in his unconscious.
If the story is to be believed, one day, on his own, at a piano, the first line of the song just came to McCartney:
The first few bars just came to me, and I got this name in my head… ‘Daisy Hawkins picks up the rice in the church’. I don’t know why. I couldn’t think of much more so I put it away for a day.
On Tuesday, the Daily Mail published an article about how children in the age of web 2.0 – the social networking class – “are twice as likely to feel lonely as those over 55.” The article cites the Mental Health Foundation as saying that the modern world is making the young more vulnerable. This quote is not in quotation marks, but a quote by Dr Andrew McCulloch, chief executive of the foundation, is in quotes. He says: ‘The internet is not a root cause of loneliness but it can exacerbate the problem.’
Typical Mail. They provide an analysis of what the foundation have said first which ends up contradicting the quote they use by the chief executive of the foundation.
Dr McCulloch’s point is of course the one to listen to, at least half of his point is; that the internet is not the cause of loneliness, but it might make the problem worse. But then, if you’re lonely, what will help? How can we really tell if the internet is not helping the loneliness of a lonely person? Sounds like guesswork to me.
The internet might not help (Help! I need somebody Help! Not just anybody Help! I need someone Helllllllp! – as John Lennon once said) but what exactly do we have to prove that it might exacerbate the problem? Nothing.
But even so, doesn’t the song Eleanor Rigby teach us something about modern kids and loneliness; namely that when Lennon and McCartney were kids they would hang around graveyards, and become consumed by names on graves who forever more linger in their unconsciousnesses. Lonely or not, kids today ought to count themselves lucky they have internet porn and pac-man to play with rather than creepy, haunted carcass parks.
But also, most importantly, the song Eleanor Rigby was written when McCartney was alone on a piano. To be alone is one of the few pleasures left in the modern world, where hell is other people more than it has ever been.
by Carl Packman
You can read more of Carl’s thoughts and articles on his blog Raincoat Optimism.
Well, we didn’t get there again. Not only did Wales fail to get even close to the finals, but not a single Celtic nation will be at the first World Cup to be held in Africa. Nice one, assholes.
But I’m used to it and…well, see…I do love the World Cup, y’know. I really do. I know what you’re thinking: “Ceri? That’s Welsh, innit? Why the hell would YOU enjoy the World Cup? Wales haven’t been in it since the 50’s!” well, I assume that’s what you’re thinking because the rest of the piece hinges on it.
Firstly, SHUT UP I KNOW! I’m more a rugby fan anyway.
Secondly, being an impartial viewer really does heighten my enjoyment of the tournament! No, seriously! All you flag of St. George waving, lager swilling Eng-er-landers can happily cheer along your team but the other games tend to be a formality to watch. I’ve heard many a glib utterance of (things along the lines of) – “Ooh look, Portugal’s out” from some England fan or another. Oh Yeah? That’s HUGE, you pillock!
Every team is a possible villain or hero for me! I do usually pick a team before the tournament commences, but it invariably changes after the group stages. (Last time I was all “Yeah! Go Ireland!” and was chanting “Forza Azzuri” by the end…I was supporting Italy, asshole.)
This year, Argentina is my team. Partly due to the small yet significant Welsh-speaking population living in Patagonia. Partly due to my 3rd favourite sporting moment being Maradonna’s “Hand of God” ;-)
(after Gareth Edward’s try for the Barbarians vs New Zealand and Wales’ 2005 Six Nations Grand Slam.)
But my backing of the Argies is mainly due to Lionel Messi. God this guy is crazy-style awesome.
So, what the fuck do you want now? My tip to win? Easy, it’s the same as everyone else’s. Spain. What? Why are you still staring at the screen? What do you expect? Oh! Shit, you want me to say good luck? As in, to England! Ugh. Well….<exhales>….here goes.
Good luck…um…chaps…lads…fellas…uh…is that ok? Cool.
Oh and before I forget, if DO you win, don’t spend the next 50 years gloating. K?
Shit, I’m going to regret wishing you lot good luck now…
Sloths are the only animals (apart from dolphins) that always have a smile on their faces. This cute video was filmed at Aviaros del Caribe; a sloth sanctuary in Costa Rica: the world’s only sloth orphanage. “Baby two- and three-toed sloths, whose mother’s have either been run over or zapped by power lines are brought to the sanctuary and looked after by Judy Arroyo.”
Watch the video, my favourite part is about 17 seconds in. So cute!
For more sloth photos and videos, visit amphibian avenger’s blog, or follow her on twitter. For more on the sanctuary go to slothrescue.org.
Do you need distracting? Or you might have too much time on your hands that needs filling…
Well here’s a little treat for those of you who’ve ever wondered what new fathers do on paternity leave. Click on the site to see plent more. ManBabies.com