My Food Memory

My Food Memories

My beginnings

 

 

A long, long time ago, in this very same galaxy, I tried to cook food well before I was ready to. I believe that I had first tried when I was three years old. The result thereof could hardly be called food. I remember that my brother and mother both said that I was just wasting food. My confidence was shot, but my determination was bolstered.

For the longest time I would sit in the kitchen and watch my parents cook. It involved my father talking about work and my mother talking about what she saw on TV, a few arguments, something falling every now and then, a cat sticking its nose into the mixing bowl, and a number of questions being asked by me.

I'd watch as my parents would cook pasta, soup, casserole, and many other dishes. I'd learn what everything in that big red binder that they used to hold recipes in meant. I'd what the only food show I could tolerate; Gordon Ramsay's Kitchen Nightmares. I'd watch, and I'd learn.

After ten years of watching all of these different things, I tried to cook again. This time, I ended up making real food, but my mother had told me that I was still wasting food. I was told that I should only help with making the food, not make it on my own.

I helped with making the food for about two years, until mother started to scream her head off at me every time I made a little mistake. Once, I accidentally grabbed the wrong type of barley for a soup she was wanting to cook, and it ended up taking her two extra hours to cook the soup. She started yelling at me, saying I was deliberately sabotaging her attempts to make friends and how I was a bad person for it.

Yup, that's how I was taught to cook.  had my own family look down on me and, in at least one case, call me a bad person. Now, I cook stir fry like now other. Beef stir fry, pork and leek dumplings, chicken spring rolls; these are the foods I can cook, to name only a few.

The best way to get me to do something is to tell me I can't or shouldn't do it. That's how I learned to cook; although my father did support me the entire time.

Movie Night

According to a survey the class and I* took, these are my movie-related results.
(*Not me and the class.)

1. I am moderate in activity and enthusiasm. I enjoy the company of others but I also value my privacy.
2. I am hard-headed, skeptical, proud, and competitive. I tend to express my anger directly.
3. I am dependable and moderately well-organized. I generally have clear goals and am able to set goals aside.
4. I am generally calm and able to deal with stress, but I sometimes experience feelings of guilt, anger, and sadness.
5. I am practical but willing to consider new ways of doing things. I try to seek a balance between the old and the new.

Wow. It's like the survey was in my mind or something; this sounds almost exactly like my self-image.
Now for the psychological reasons for why I watch movies.

1. My high score on the “pleasure seeking” dimension suggests that I am a hedonistic movie watcher – this means I enjoy films that give me pleasure or make me feel good. (70%)
2. The “nostalgia” dimension refers to the extent to which I watch movies in order to re-experience the past. My score on this dimension is average or similar to most people. (65%)
3. The “catharsis” dimension refers to the extent to which I watch movies in order to feel miserable and suffer with the characters of the movie. My score on this dimension is average or similar to most people. (Only 30%, by the way.)
4. My high score on the “aggressive” dimension suggests that I enjoy watching violent movies, such as action or war films. This may be because such movies help me release aggression and tension, though it could also indicate that I have an aggressive personality. (You don't say. 85%)
5. The “escapism” dimension refers to the extent to which I watch movies in order to escape or forget about reality. My score on this dimension is average or similar to most people. (55%)
6. The “sensation seeking” dimension refers to the extent to which I watch movies in order to experience arousing or adrenalizing feelings. My score on this dimension is average or similar to most people. (A perfect 50% on that one.)
7. The “artistic” dimension refers to the extent to which I am interested in aesthetically driven, conceptual, and highly creative films. My score on this dimension is average or similar to most people. (55%)
8. The “information seeking” dimension refers to the extent to which I am a curious and intellectual movie watcher. My score on this dimension is average or similar to most people. (55%)
9. The “boredom avoidance” dimension refers to the extent to which I watch films primarily as a means of avoiding boredom. My score on this dimension is average or similar to most people. (45%)
10. The “socializing” dimension refers to the extent to which I am more interested in the company of others than the actual movie when watching a film. My score on this dimension is average or similar to most people. (50%)

Yes, I did copy and paste the results. I changed the you's into I's, and I fixed the grammar a little.

This seems very accurate for an online survey. Normally when I answer honestly the survey spouts out some b/s that doesn't make sense, but this survey actually seems correct. Most unusual, that.

On to the blog questions!

"What is your favorite movie and why?"

At this moment I'd have to say Pacific Rim. The Giant Robot Science Fiction genre is one of my favorites. This is the most recent film I've seen. I also like the idea of merging minds with somebody else to fight a monster known as a Kaiju*. Using a Jaeger**, a giant robot, to fight off aliens just seems so awesome, too. It also fits in with my thoughts on the irony that we know more about outer space than we do about our own ocean, so the first aliens we run across come from down there. Something I noted while I was watching the movie: the main character was quoting me, not the other way around. Since the movie takes place in 2020, then in 2025, I made a joke that the writers just guessed what I personally would be like in that time and based the main character around that.

(*Literal Japanese translation: Giant Beast.)

(** Literal German translation: Hunter. On a side note, jaegermeister, the alcoholic beverage, translates out to "Master Hunter.")

 

"What kinds of movie do you not care for?"

History movies and documentaries. I can't stand some pretentious like expletive droning on and on and on and on and on about something only a handful of people are actually interested in. Who cares what kind of bread was served during the Civil War's first years? How does that matter? And, most importantly, where did you guys get the funding for a movie like this?

 

"How often and where do you usually watch movies?"

I watch them whenever the mood strikes me. Or when I'm invited by one of my friends, or when something really interesting comes along. As for where, I'd sarcastically say "In front of a movie screen." In reality, I watch movies wherever they may be.

 

"What do you need to watch a movie?"

First of all, I need the movie. After that, I just need a drink and to keep my shoes on and I'm ready to go. The reason for the drink is self-explanatory; I need something to quench my thirst. As for the shoes, well THAT is a funny story. Remind me to tell you guys about it sometime...

 

"If my life story was made into a movie..."

See Pacific Rim. You'll have a pretty good idea of my life story then. I mean, the main character guy is pretty much me, so you don't really have to look much farther than this movie.

Dan in Real Life

Dan in Real Life

Questions and Answers

 

"Can you know in three days that you love someone?"

I think so absolutely. There is a reason why they call it "falling in love." It can happen spontaneously, without warning.

 

"What makes someone a "hottie" to you?"

To me, what matters is what's inside. Don't misunderstand me; I'm still about as shallow as the next guy, but I look for personality more than anything. The best way to explain is in the form of an analogy. Think of a jelly doughnut. When I buy a jelly doughnut from Krispy Kreme I don't actually care about the bread part. What I'm after is that strawberry filling.

 Maybe this isn't a very good analogy, but I think it gets the point across.

 

"Where was your best hiding spot as a kid playing Hide and Seek?"

I would hide under a pile of coats. Nobody could ever find me. I would actually grab a handful of coats from the closet and I'd toss them on the floor in the corner of somebody else's room and I'd hide under them. Nobody ever thought to look under the coats. Remember, kids: If you ever need to hide from the police, hide under coats.

 

FINAL QUESTION

"Do you think well travelled people like Marie are more interesting than the rest of us?"

Definitely. They are generally more cultured and more worldly than somebody who stays at home all day. Whether they have visited Japan or Middle Earth, either way it's the same.

This is a Place Without a Dog

No Dog Here…

 

This is a photo of a most humorous scene

From a most horrific game, the original

Silent Hill

 

This is the man, Harry Mason, looking at

An abandoned doghouse in the ghost

Town of Silent Hill

 

This is the comment that, when said at the

Right time, can be quite ironic

 

This is Harry Mason saying

"Probably a doghouse, though I’m not sure

Since there’s no dog around"

 

This is that conclusion made just as the

Dog of this abandoned doghouse leaps

At Harry Mason

 

This is the events of a scene in this cursed

Town of Silent Hill, forever trapped in winter

As white and gray ash falls like snow

 

This is a residential street, where one can see

Suburban houses and green, grassy lawns, a few

Of which have the occasional tree

 

This is the front of a house over by the concrete

Street named for a horror novelist, both close to

And far from the elementary school

 

This is that moment when you realize just how

Important it is too look around before you say

Anything, as your words may come back to bite

You…

Gale's Song

Gale’s Song

This story was kinda spur of the moment done in class. This is pretty much a generic fairy tale that I wrote from my memories of the very few ones that were read to me when I was a little child. Don't expect too much, but don't expect too little.

Once upon a time in a land far, far away, there lived a princess whose beauty could not be matched. This princess was named Gale. She had hair the color of fresh wheat, and eyes the color of a clear summer sky.

Gale was very happy where she lived, in a grand castle on the edge of a forest. Her parents, the king and queen of this land, loved her very much. Anything she wanted they would give her. Her life was great.

Gale would spend most of her time in her room. Her room was at the top of the tower in the center of the castle. She would stay there for most of the day, and she would sing. From the height of her tower, her song could be heard for miles around.

Gale’s songs always brought the people who heard it happiness. She was liked by everyone; for her songs carried a certain special something that made everyone feel better, no matter what it was that bothered them.

However, one day Gale’s voice went away. She could no longer sing. For days, she sat in her tower room, hearing the voices of the townspeople ask, “What happened to Gale’s song?” Everyone became worried for her.

Gale’s parents, saddened by the loss of her beautiful voice, asked everyone they could find if they could get her voice back. A wandering magician cast a magic spell on her, but the spell did nothing. A wandering musician tried to get her to sing by playing on his lute, but the music did nothing. A wandering doctor brewed her a cup of tea made from enchanted leaves, but the tea did nothing.

Growing even more upset and desperate, the king and queen turned finally to a wandering knight. They did not know if he could restore Gale’s voice, but they were willing to let him try.

Gale was sitting alone in her room at the top of the tower. She looked around and saw everything her parents had given her. She had everything she ever asked for, but something was missing. It was the one thing she truly wanted, but didn’t know how to ask for.

It was the love of a courageous man. So when the knight walked in to Gale’s room at the top of the tower, her voice immediately returned. To everyone’s surprise, they started to hear her song once again.

Many of the townsfolk, and the three wanderers included, believed that Gale’s song was even more beautiful than before.

Days later, Gale and the knight were married, and they lived happily ever after.

The End.