Возьмите из холодильника 10 яиц,
положите на стол оставшиеся семь и
вытрите пол, в следующий раз будьте
предельно внимательны. Возьмите таз
и разбейте об его угол яйца, вылейте
их содержимое в таз. Протрите стол
от желтков, будьте аккуратны. Итак,
у нас в тазу 5 желтков.
Теперь возьмите миксер, вставьте
венчики и начните взбивать желтки,
попробуйте еще раз вставить
венчики:.. теперь до щелчка,
взбивайте.
Вымойте лицо, шею, руки и спину,
вылейте желток из ушей.
В итоге у вас в тазу осталось два
взбитых желтка, как раз они нам и
нужны для пирога.
Обклейте стены и потолок кухни
газетой, накройте мебель
какой-нибудь тканью. Пора доставать
муку, насыпьте 200 г в стакан, затем
высыпите в таз с желтками,
оставшееся 800 г. соберите аккуратно
обратно в пакет.
Убедившись в том, что потолок и обои
обклеены газетой, начинайте
взбивать. Примите душ. Возьмите 4
больших яблока и острый нож,
предварительно сбегайте в аптеку и
купите йод, пластырь и бинт. Пора
приступать к очистке яблок,
обработайте большой палец йодом и
забинтуйте его. Нарежьте яблоки
кубиками и помните, нам понадобится
2 яблока, так что в процессе готовки
можно съесть только половину,
обработайте йодом указательный и
средний пальцы. Единственное
оставшиеся и уже нарезанное яблоко,
сбросьте в тазик, подберите с пола
упавшие кусочки, промойте их.
Взбивайте все миксером, отмойте
холодильник, потом засохнет - не
смоете.
Теперь выливайте содержимое в
сковородку и ставьте в духовку.
Подождите час и не увидев ощутимых
изменений включите духовку .
Проснувшись , не звонить в "01",
откройте окна и духовку.
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Thought about Ph.D for the past week or so and decided I’m not ready to go back to school full time. More importantly, not ready to live on only one salary again. When tried to imagine not being able to buy a new computer or TV for another five years, got very scared. That’s why originally thought to go back to school once Misha starts getting a real salary, which is about 4 years from now. Then I can relax, have kids and do the Ph.D. It was a perfect plan and I don’t understand why I wanted to stray from it.

Figured out how to write to journal and look like I’m working at the same time – type everything up in Word and then paste online. Brilliant! The best part is that the figuring out came just in time – I can leave in 5 minutes. That is if the rain stops. In another brilliant move I forgot to take an umbrella with me today.

Misha and I went to my niece’s birthday yesterday. It was an interesting collection of people. Her friends, who are in college and my cousin’s (her mother) friends, who are in their 30’s. And Misha and I. It was a bit weird for us because we didn’t feel that we belong in either group. Sitting in the middle, between the two groups only intensified their differences. We could technically find something to talk about with either demographic, but given our location at the table it was tough to choose one and stick to it.
The whole thing got me so confused that I forgot to leave my cousin money for the dinner. Now I have to stop by this week, or they’ll think I’m a complete cheapo.

Felt like weekend was completely wasted. But when thinking about it in detail, did manage to do some productive stuff. Like shopping on Saturday can’t possible be a waste of time, as managed to snatch up some nice pants at Tahari sample sale. Escada was a waste of time, on the other hand. Could have skipped that and went to Tahari earlier or gotten some more sleep. Can’t wait to shorten the pants and start wearing them. Also found a really great jacket, which only came in either XS or XXL. Was very pissed. Got a headache from doing circles around the racks trying to find some other normal size.

Since spent the whole day with my cousin, didn’t have to cook anything. On the flip side, didn’t get to do anything in the apt, in terms of making it look more livable. Didn’t really do anything useful for that matter, like finally finish the wedding album or the thank-you notes.

As soon as I hit the button on the last post, a new thought was born. Watching reality TV doesn't make us call up the station and invite the camera's into our own home. However, reading other people's diaries (either published on the web or in books), has a tendency to push the readers into writing their own accounts of their lives.

Are internet diaries an updated, high-tech version of wall graffiti?

I started wondering today why the genre of diary or journal is so popular these days. Some of the best examples are Bridget Jones' Diary and Sex and The City. Could it be that female diaries are more popular than males? Or that we tend to be more interested in other people's lives and lives of other females is typically more interesting to us than lives of males? Are diaries are justification for butting in someone else's life? If we gossip and pass judgement about a book or TV series it can be written off to discussing literature or popular culture. But doing the same to a person we know is considered rude and is looked down on.

Even peeking into lives of strangers through this site gives us the opportunity to "look through someone's window" so to speak. This site is similar to reality shows but the web version without pictures (well, sometimes with them).

Yul'ka said I should write and write I shall. Wish link to Russian keyboard was working, that way I could have started practicing writing my thought in Russian. Which would mean thinking more in Russian as it's hard to write in a language that's different from the one you're thinking in. Is that too much thinking?

Finally got a job. It's only temp (for a few months) but it's with a liquor distributor.

I think my dad was the happiest one when he found out. Since this is an American arm of French cognac.

I don't want to be a ruthless bitch, but I also hate the idea of a housewife. So where's the happy medium? Get a stupid, meaningless job just to get out of the house? Seems like a waste of time and life. Decide never to have kids and concentrate on myself? Have many kids as to limit free time to think up such depressing thoughts?

If anyone has figured out this riddle, please give me a clue as to what the answer is.

Can modern women really have it all?

Read another article today and most American women think that it's possible. I'm not so sure. Of course it's possible to have a family and a career, the question is "Is it possible to have both a successful career and a successful family?"

I think one of the reasons I'm apprehensive to have children is because most kids I see today scare me. In order to let the children "find themselves" their parents let them get away with almost anything. Most of the commercials for cleaning supplies show and I quote, "kids being kids." This pretty much means that they paint on the walls, jump on the bottle of chocolate syrip in the middle of a white living room, play soccer in the kitchen, etc. Same TV projects the image of a successful career woman as a vindictive bitch. There is some truth behind it, in order to rise through the ranks in the corporate world, a woman must be able to leave her femininity at home. Many of them are married...to men who also work 12 hour days and have children who are cared after by nannies or shipped off to boarding school. That's not my idea of having it all .

Then there are women who are stay-at-home-moms (the PC term for housewifes). Many of them still work part time, freelance or find some other way to entertain themselves during the school hours. Their children tend to behave better and grow up to be mentally healthier and more well rounded adults. However, I find it hard to be at home and not do housework, which I happen to hate. How does one justify not working and still hiring someone to clean and do laundry?

As I was typing the last post, Firka started making noice - looking for attention. She's like a true kid - doing something she's not supposed to draw attention to herself when we're busy. Although everyone who met her agrees that she's the best behaved cat they've ever met. My cousin even said I did a better job with her than she did with her kids. Not that it's much of a compliment.

Most of my friends think I've gone completely nuts because I treat Fira more like a person then an animal. We have conversations and share our feelings. But I think this will only sounds weird to ppl who've never had pets. Others will understand.

been kind of depressed today. feel like my life not really going anywhere concrete. can't figure out what i want, which is kind of why going nowhere. hoping that some directions will fall from above. although as an atheist not sure who will be throwing them down. perhaps zina (my upstairs neighbor and college friend). catch 22 - depressed because life has no direction or purpose but too depressed to choose direction or purpose.

Totally miss living in Manhattan. It might have been more expensive but it was worth every penny. There's аbsоlutely nothing to do in Brooklyn unless you drive for about 30 minutes to the cooler parts which are just across the bridge from the real thing. Back on UES there was ton of options within walking distance - 3 movie theaters, million of restaurants and bars, shopping, dance and comedy clubs... Now the closer movie theater is always sold out on weekends, so we drive for 20-30 minutes across Brooklyn to someplace where we don't have to fight for seats. We've been here for almost 5 months and are yet to find a good Mexican or Italian restaurant. By the time we get to the other side of the borough (where all the happening places are) and find parking, we're too frustrated to enjoy the night out and just want to go home. I rather pay higher rent and live in a place that offers everything I want within 10 blocks.

Last week and during the first half of this one, I was convinced that I really want to do a Ph.D. in Russian Lit. But then yesterday I was watching Euro News and thinking how cool it would be to be involved in international economics/business. So now I'm completely confused as to which way to point my career radar. On one hand it's probably easier to get into a Ph.D. program and it's free plus you get a stipend. On the other hand it's at least 5 years. A masters in international econ is only 2 years, will most likely pay a lot more afterward but is harder to get and will cost close to $60,000. Considering we now already have almost $100K in student loans, I feel guilty adding another $50-60K to that amount.

almost ready for my road test next week. my instructor said that my driving and especially parking skills show significant improvement. meaning now the chances that i turn correctly and park within a foot of the curb have increased to about 85%. and it only took four months to get here.

Because of their stupid games on Wednesday and Thursday, all regular programing on other networks has been canceled and replaced with repeats. A warning or some kind of notice from these ppl would have been nice. Most of us were just trying to figure out why the programming guide doesn't match what's actually on the screen. At least they won, so the rescheduling is somewhat justified.

I'm trying to figure out if all men are alike or just those named Misha. Everytime I tell my something about Yul'ka's Misha, he completely agrees, except for when I tell him about cooking, cleaning and laundry that the other one does. For some reason he thinks that sleeping on the couch in the hallway is a much better idea/suggestion than cooking dinner for his wife.

Anyway, he suggested some current Ph.D. students that I should talk to. I'll probably try to see if I can make the deadline - Jan 1st. Nothing to decide until then. I may torment myself over whether I should do this for next six months and then not even get accepted. I guess we'll just have to wait and see. As you can tell, the whole looking-for-a-job-interviewing routine has really gotten me pretty fed up.

Going back to today's conversations, more specifically the second one (which actually happened first) with my professor. I'm pretty sure he wants me to apply, otherwise why would he keep mentioning that I can still meet this year's deadline. The thought of not making any money for the next five years is pretty scary. Although, I'm pretty sure I can still do something part time. My biggest scare is emerging at the end of the process with the feeling that I've wasted five years of my life. That's how most of Mishka's friends feel after four years of med school and not even half a year of residency. I think most of it the shock of just having a real job. Surprisingly for many of them it's the first they've ever had. Amazing how there are still ppl out there who don't start work until they're 27. And they still complain about it.