I finally have a theme : MILK
Upon introspection of why my blog seems so boring to me and probably to everyone else - I decided it was because my posts don't have a theme. That must be why lots of people I know (see my sidebar with all the links for great examples) have great things to say - because they can actually tell a story. So I've decided that either I never paid attention in English class, or I've entirely forgotten how to write (probably the latter) and that I should really try to have a theme.
Today a few things happened that had to do with milk. It started with getting lukecold milk from Welcome Wednesday (free bagels and beverages at the University of Michigan Alumni Center). It wasn't warm - but it wasn't cold enough. Milk really only tastes good to me when I've just gotten the jug out of the fridge, otherwise it really tastes too much like something I shouldn't be drinking. (Humans ability to drink milk has been a recent evolutionary trait that corresponds with the rise in agriculture. I need to find a reference for that other than that I heard it on a science podcast.)
This incident was followed later in the day with a conversation about cereal and how the greatest challenge for morning rituals is "Life" and to eat it before it gets too soggy. You can surely start your day with much victory over life if you can eat all of it within the window of good milk saturation and before it's milk-logged. To achieve this you have to be careful of your milk to cereal ratio - too much milk and you are hosed. You will fail at Life.
Finally, I came home from a long day to find that the box of Thin Mint Girl Scout cookies had finally been opened and was inviting me to eat them. (I didn't want to open the box myself having eaten a different entire box all myself minus 7 or 8 cookies on Saturday.) So, I exerted all the self discipline I had and only took three and poured myself a glass of milk. I needed a good milk experience to displace the negative one, but I was still wary so I used a little hershey's syrup just in case I was too ruined from this morning. As I dipped my cookies in my chocolate milk, I realized that there is an art to eating chocolate covered cookies that I have routinely done my whole life. I find that an initial nibble is necessary so that the dipped cookie will allow a little bit of milk to access cookie. Then you can't dip too much because it'll get mushy but unlike an oreo, you can't really tell when it's been too long because all the chocolate is holding it together. Therefore, you have to time it just right. I think this is why I can't eat too many chocolate covered cookies dipped in milk; it's just way too stressful to time it right.
That is also why I never autonomously buy my own Life. It's too stressful to get all the ratios right and it's sometimes really sad when you can't claim victory. Every chance I can though - I'll take advantage of it when it's there.
Today a few things happened that had to do with milk. It started with getting lukecold milk from Welcome Wednesday (free bagels and beverages at the University of Michigan Alumni Center). It wasn't warm - but it wasn't cold enough. Milk really only tastes good to me when I've just gotten the jug out of the fridge, otherwise it really tastes too much like something I shouldn't be drinking. (Humans ability to drink milk has been a recent evolutionary trait that corresponds with the rise in agriculture. I need to find a reference for that other than that I heard it on a science podcast.)
This incident was followed later in the day with a conversation about cereal and how the greatest challenge for morning rituals is "Life" and to eat it before it gets too soggy. You can surely start your day with much victory over life if you can eat all of it within the window of good milk saturation and before it's milk-logged. To achieve this you have to be careful of your milk to cereal ratio - too much milk and you are hosed. You will fail at Life.
Finally, I came home from a long day to find that the box of Thin Mint Girl Scout cookies had finally been opened and was inviting me to eat them. (I didn't want to open the box myself having eaten a different entire box all myself minus 7 or 8 cookies on Saturday.) So, I exerted all the self discipline I had and only took three and poured myself a glass of milk. I needed a good milk experience to displace the negative one, but I was still wary so I used a little hershey's syrup just in case I was too ruined from this morning. As I dipped my cookies in my chocolate milk, I realized that there is an art to eating chocolate covered cookies that I have routinely done my whole life. I find that an initial nibble is necessary so that the dipped cookie will allow a little bit of milk to access cookie. Then you can't dip too much because it'll get mushy but unlike an oreo, you can't really tell when it's been too long because all the chocolate is holding it together. Therefore, you have to time it just right. I think this is why I can't eat too many chocolate covered cookies dipped in milk; it's just way too stressful to time it right.
That is also why I never autonomously buy my own Life. It's too stressful to get all the ratios right and it's sometimes really sad when you can't claim victory. Every chance I can though - I'll take advantage of it when it's there.
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