#goodbye susto

[nekirmum]

I realize I've been MIA for a moment or ten. I've been out of commission, much to my own dismay, if not to yours. I hope that you'll accept this rambling recollection of the past as an apology.

I guess I'm like that friend who falls of the map and then turns up again as if no time has passed, picking up right were you left off. Jeez, I really am a bit like ol' Mumrik aren't I? I see it now.

Anyway, here's me picking up where we left off.

[nerdjerkery]

Roller coaster

:) of the day:

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[naurufan999]

Its finally happening!!!! I feel like I've been waiting to hear something from this album forever 😊 There was always some fans who said the album must be really bad since it wasn't released, but now we get to hear for ourselves! I feel like this girl right now, both excited and scared 😁I don't think it can possibly be bad, it's Axel we're talking about!

[officialspec]

for the music thing: Down the River by The Crane Wives ? or really anything adjacent to that album

also using this ask to plug my favourite crane wives songs ok <3

[media-research-reified-abyss]

7 Stages of Conocimiento--Gloria Anzaldua

Stage 1: The ground shifts under you, you fall into the crack between worlds, shattering the mythology that grounds you. You strive for leverage in the fissures, but the Earth keeps stirring beneath you. In the midst of this physical crisis, an emotional bottom falls out from under you, forcing you to confront your fear of others breaching the emotional walls you've built around yourself. If you don't work through your fear, playing it safe could bury you. Your relationship to the world is irrevocably changed: you're aware of your vulnerability, wary of men, and no longer trust the universe. This event pulled the linchpin that held your story together and you cast your mind to find a symbol to represent this dislocation. Coyolxauhqui is your symbol for both the process of emotional physical dismemberment, splitting body/mind/spirit/soul, and the creative work of putting all the pieces together in a new form, a partially unconscious work done in the night by the light of the moon, a labor of re-visioning and re-membering. Find the scattered, missing parts of yourself and put them back together. Every arrebato rips you from your familiar "home" casting you out of your personal Eden, showing you something is lacking. Your world turns upside down and cracks the walls of your reality, resulting in a great sense of loss, grief and emptiness, leaving behind dreams, hopes, and goals. You are no longer who you used to be. As you move from past presuppositions and frames of reference, letting go of former positions, you feel like an orphan, abandoned by all that's familiar. Exposed, naked, disoriented, wounded, uncertain, confused, and conflicted, you're forced to live en la orilla--a razor sharp edge that fragments you. When two or more opposing accounts, perspectives, or belief systems appear side by side or intertwined, a kind of double or multiple "seeing" results, forcing you into continuous dialectical encounters with these different stories, situations, and poeple. Trying to understand these convergences compels you to critique your own perspective and assumptions. It leads to re-interpreting the story you imagined yourself living, bringing it to a dramatic end and initiating one of turmoil, being swallowed by your fears, and passing through a threshold. Seeing through your culture separates you from the herd, exiles you from the tribe, wounds you psychologically and spiritually. Cada arrebatamiento is an awakening that causes you to question who you are, what the world is about. The urgency to know what yoou're experiencing awakens la facultad, the ability to shift attention and see through the surface of things and situations. With each arrebatamiento you suffer un "susto" a shock that knocks one of your souls out of your body, causing estrangement. With the loss of the familiar and the unknown ahead, you struggle to regain your balance, reintegrate yourself (put Coyolxahqui together) and repair the damage. You must, like the shaman, find a way to call your spirit home. Every paroxysm has the potential of initiating you to something new, giving you a chance to reconstruct yourself, forcing you to rework your description of self, world and your plat in it (reality). Ask Spirit for increased awareness. Honor what has ended, say goodbye to the old way of being, commit yourself to look for the "something new" and picture yourself embracing this new life.

Stage 2 (Nepantla): You are catapulted into nepantla as you are jerked from your familiar and safe terrain. In this liminal, transitional space, suspended between shifts, you are two people, split between before and after. Nepantla, where the outer boundaries of the mind's inner life meet the outer world of reality, is a zone of possibility. you experience reality as fluid, expanding and contracting. In nepantla you are exposed, open to other perspectives, more readily able to access knowledge derived from inner feelings, imaginal states, and outer events, and to "see through" them with a mindful, holistic awareness. Seeing through human acts both individual and collective allows you to examine the ways you construct knowledge, identity, and reality, and explore how some of your/other's constructions violate other people's ways of knowing and living.

Stage 3: When overwhelmed by the chaos caused by living between stories, you break down, descend into the third space, the Coatlicue depths of despair, self-loathing, and hopelessness. Dysfunctional for weeks, the refusal to move paralyzes you.

Stage 4: A call to action pulls you out of your depression. You break free from your habitual coping strategies of escaping from realities you're reluctant to face, reconnect with spirit, and undergo a conversion.

Stage 5: Your desire for order and meaning prompts you to track the ongoing cirumstances of your life, to sift, sort, and symbolize your experiences and try to arrange them into a pattern and story that speak to your reality. You scan your inner landscape, books, movies, philosphies, mythologies, and the modern sciences for bits of lore you can patch together to create a new narrative articulating your personal reality. You scrutinize and question dominant and ethnic ideologies and the mind-sets your cultures induce in others. And putting all the pieces together, you reenvision the map of the known world, creating a new description of reality and scripting a new story.

Stage 6: You take your story out into the world, testing it. When you or the world fail to live up to your ideals, your edifice collapses, like a house of cards, casting you into conflict with self and others in a war between realities. Disappointed with self and others, angry and then terrified at the depth of your anger, you swallow your emotions, hold them in. Blocked from your own power, you're unable to activate the inner resources that could mobilize you.

Stage 7: The critical turning point of transformation, you shift realities, develop an ethical, compassionate strategy with which to negotiate conflict and difference within self and between others, and find common ground by forming holistic alliances. You include these practices in your daily life, act on your vision--enacting spiritual activism.

The first four stages of conocimiento illustrate the four directions (south, west, north, east), the next, below and above, and the seventh, the center. They symbolize the seven chakras of the energetic, dreambody, spirit body (counterpart of the physical body), the seven planes of reality the stages of alchemical process, and the four elements: air, fire, water, and earth. In all seven spaces you struggle with the shadow, the unwanted aspects of the self. Together, the seven stages open the senses and enlarge the breadth of depth of consciousness, causing internal shifts and external changes. All seven are present within each stage, and they occur concurrently, chronologically or not. Zizagging from ignorance (desconocimiento) to awareness (conocimiento) in a day's time you may go through all seven stages, though you may dwell in one for months. You're never only in one space, but partially in one, partially in another, with nepantla occuring most often--as its own space and as the transition between each of the others. Together, these stations constitude a mediation on the rites of passage, the transitions of life from birth to death, and all the daily births and deaths in between. Bits of your self die and are reborn in each step.

[whump-in-the-closet]

thanks for the tag!!

G: god of death by susto

H: house of the rising sun by the animals

O: on and on by the score

T: too late to say goodbye by cage the elephant

S: stronger by the score

I: immigrant song by led zeppelin

N: nico and the niners by twenty one pilots

T: the run and go by the twenty one pilots

H: high and dry by radiohead

E: everybody wants to rule the world by tears for fears

C: circus of doom by rok nardin

L: lane boy by twenty one pilots

O: oh ana by mother mother

S: seven nation army by the white stripes

E: enemy by imagine dragons, JID

T: the fine print by the stupendium

tagging anyone who wants to do it! it’s very much an open tag lol

Music tag game~ thanks for the tags @riverlett-arboreal @whumpsday @blood-is-compulsory @cryptidwritings happy y’all thought of me ^.^

Rules: Make a new post and spell out your url with song titles, then tag as many people as there are letters in your url.

W: Wires - The Neighbourhood

H: House of Wolves - My Chemical Romance

U: Ultra Violet - Thouxanbanfauni

M: Memories Faded Interlude - 88GLAM

P: Party Monster - The Weeknd

Q: Quarantine Clean - Turbo, Gunna, Young Thug

U: Ukrajina - SWEETBOYBLONDEY

E: Everywhere I Go - Hollywood Undead

E: Everyday - A$AP Rocky

N: Nanana - My Chemical Romance

No pressure tags: sorry for any repeats — @whumpshaped @brutal-nemesis @emmettnet @kira-the-whump-enthusiast @straight-to-the-pain @suspicious-whumping-egg @whumpy-bi @ghostsinthecloset and anyone else who wants to <3

[newcountryradio]

New country #1094(653) van 11 oktober    2021  (wk 41) tussen 19.00 -22.00 op Smelne fm

Album van de week *Asleep At The Wheel *Half a Hundred Years* Home Records/Thirty Tigers    

 1.       Charley Pride                       Is any Body Going To St Antone        *RCA

2.      Justin Moore                      You Look Like I Need A Drink            *valory    

3.      Tyler Childers -- Yes I Guess  They Oughta Name A Drink After You--* Hickman Holler

4.      Cody Jinks               I Don’t Trust My Memories Anymore           *late august rec.

5.      Scotty McCreery                   Damn Strait                            *triple tigers  

6.      Blake Shelton                        Come Back As A Country Boy           28 *warner bros  

7.      Jason Aldean/Carrie Underwood --If I Didn’t Love You *capitol nashville #3

8.      Lee Brice                             Memory I Don’t Mess With   *curb records #2

9.      Jameson Rodgers/Luke Combs –Cold Beer Calling My Name --*river house      #1

10.  Asleep At The Wheel          Half A Hundred Years  * Home Records/Thirty Tigers  

11.  Asleep At The Wheel          Take Me Back To Tulsa* Home Records/Thirty Tigers  

12.  Charley Crocket                          Wasted Days And wasted Nights  *Son of Davy records

13.  SUSTO                                 Life Is Suffering                            *New West  

14.  Trisha Yearwood                 Believe Me Baby (I lied)         * MCA

 15.   Jason Eady                          Back To Normal          * Old Guitar Records *favoriet    

16.  Garth Brooks                      Rodeo                         * Capitol Nashville      94/33  

17.  Garth Brooks                      The River                    * Capitol Nashville

18.  Rodney Crowell                  Hymn # 43                  * RC1 Records            ( sofi)

19.  The  Wild feathers                 Top Of The World                          *New West / PIAS        

20.  Lilly Hiatt                              Lately                                      *new west

21.  Jesse Malin                           Lost Forever                *Wicked Cool Records / Bertus

22.  Asleep At The Wheel--  (get your kicks on) Route 66--* Home Records/Thirty Tigers  

23.  Asleep At The Wheel--The letter That Johnny Walker Read* Home Records/Thirty    

24.  Carly Pearce                       Dear Miss Loretta                   *Atlantic  

25.  Billy Strings                         Know It All                                *Rounder

26.  Morgan Wallen                   Banded On A Bullet Hole         * big loud  34

27.  Aaron Lee Tasjan                  Traveling After Dark                 *bertus  

28.  Gene Watson                       Farewell Party                          *capitol

29.  Willie Nelson                       On The Road Again                *CBS *trucksong  

30.  Charly pride                        All I Have  To Offer You Is Me * imperial  

31.  Jeanny Seely ft Willie Nelson—Not A Dry Eye In The House    *juweeltje

32.  Robin Winthers                  Left The City For The Mountains      *self

33.  Reba Mc Entire                   Fancy                                             *MCA (3 in 1)

34.  Reba Mc Entire w/Dolly Parton     Does He Love You               *MCA (3 in 1)

35.  Reba Mc Entire      I’m A Survivor                                              *MCA (3 in 1)

36.  Cody Jinks               I Don’t Trust My Memories Anymore     *late august rec.

37.  Asleep At The Wheel          Spanish Two Step    * Home Records/Thirty Tigers

38.  Asleep At The Wheel  /Emmylou/Willie--The Road will Hold Me Tonight  *“  “”  39.  Pokey LaFarge                             Goodnight Goodbye (hope not forever) *new west/pias

40.  Amber Kamminga              3Am                             dutch corner

41.  Anna Mc Rose                     Something To Believe In                    *self dutch  

42.  Ilse deLange/Calum Scott   You Are The Reason               *universal        

43.   Willie Nelson                                Write Your Own Songs                  *  Legacy  

44.  Tim McGraw                       Please Remember Me                        *curb  1999

45.  Martina McBride                I Love You                               * RCA

Adres  Bauke van der vliet Samensteller/ presentator New Country Barten 30 8447 BS Heerenveen  (newcountryradio@gmail.com)

[thepartyresponsible]

i've heard rumors about a potential liminal space playlist floating around somewhere... I've been looking for new music recently, any chance that you're able to share the playlist with us? :)

so, uh. listen. i am always ready to share my playlists, but this monster is actually 25 songs long? which is very shameful. so here’s a condensed version, narrowed down to a reasonable 12 songs.

liminal spaces playlist:

mississippi nuthin’ - shovels & rope

wrecked - turnpike troubadours

thank you for saying goodbye - the glorious sons

wicked twisted road - reckless kelly

go it alone - jason isbell and the 400 unit

won’t be home - old 97′s

life to fix (radio edit) - the record company

thousand mile night - jonah tolchin

the weary kind - ryan bingham

prisoner - stumfol

friends, lovers, ex-lovers, whatever - susto

if i needed you - jason isbell & amanda shires

bonus track: i will always love you (single edit) - josh weathers

if you haven’t seen the video of josh weathers’ cover, it’s a treasure.

[you-moveme-kurt]

Glee «Time for goodbyes» Part V

Marzo de 2058

-¿Listo?... -Listo… no, espera un momento —contesto Blaine arreglando el cobertor alrededor de su esposo, tomo otra manta y la puso al final de la cama, como si los pies de su esposo necesitaran calor extra, luego de abulto un poco las almohadas y termino todo cerrando las cortinas. -Me encanta cuando haces esto… —dijo Kurt acomodándose. -¿Verificar que las cortinas queden perfectamente alineadas? —pregunto verificando si efectivamente las cortinas estaban perfectamente alineadas. -No… me encanta cuando te ocupas de mí y me consientes… y también que las cortinas queden alineadas —respondió sonriendo. -Pues llevo años perfeccionando la técnica —agrego Blaine encendiendo una de las lámparas que pendían sobre la cabecera de la cama— y si hablamos de consentirte, eso es lo que más me encanta en el mundo —dijo sentándose a su lado en la orilla de la cama. -Te amo Blaine… -Y yo te amo a ti… y juro que daría lo que fuera por liberarte de este dolor… —añadió acariciándole el cabello. -Lo se… pero me conformo con que me sigas mimando de esta manera, así, todo será más fácil de sobrellevar de lo que creí… -Cuenta con ello… —dijo Blaine apartando el otro par de almohadas. -¿Ahora si estamos listos? -Ahora si… ¿estas cómodo? —quiso saber volviendo a acomodar el cobertor. -Mucho… —contesto Kurt medio remolón— demasiado en realidad —agrego dándose vuelta para quedar recostado sobre uno de sus lados. -¿Acaso extrañas tu antiguo cuarto? —pregunto su esposo haciéndole más caricias.

-Siempre extrañare mi antiguo cuarto… — respondió Kurt mirando a su alrededor— no puedo creer que mi Papá lo mantuviera como un santuario todos estos años. -Y que conservara la mayoría de tus cosas… -Incluso las que etiquete en su momento con un «sticker» rojo… se supone y eran para desechar pero creo que él no lo entendió así. -Eso sucede con los Padres… no sé si has notado pero  los cuartos de nuestros propios hijos siguen estando como cuando vivían con nosotros, además… si alguna vez se hace una película sobre tu vida… no habrá necesidad de crear una escenografía de cero… se usa este cuarto y listo. -Pero faltan cosas… todo lo que me lleve cuando me fui y que se ha ido perdiendo con cada cambio de casa. -Bueno, en ese caso habría que conseguir utilerías extras… —dijo mirando la estantería— pero bueno, eso se verá en su momento… ¿me prometes que descansaras? —agrego dándole un beso en la frente. -Lo intentare… aunque sin ti a mi lado es difícil conciliar el sueño… ¿qué tal si te quedas aquí conmigo? -Me encantaría… pero alguien debe encargarse de todo… -Y tu como el héroe que eres… lo harás. -No sé si seré tan héroe… pero hare lo que sea para que descanses… —dijo dando otro beso. -¿Qué dirás?... -No lo sé… asumo que responderé algunas preguntas, alabare un poco a Burt y corregiré a la Señora Singleton sobre lo que dijo de la herencia. -Déjalo… no creo y lo haya hecho con mala intención... -Aun así… no quiero que divulgue información falsa por ahí… ahora tú… cierra tus bellos ojos… y descansa… —dijo dándole un beso en cada parpado, lo miro un instante y se levantó para retirarse, Kurt se acomodó un poco pero volvió a  incorporarse al sentir que golpeaban la puerta. -¿Quién será? —pregunto Kurt desde la cama. -Tal vez uno de nuestros hijos… Noah debió decirles que tú te retirabas para descansar… yo veré…—contesto haciendo el gesto de que se quedara donde estaba. -Disculpen chicos… —dijo Carol desde la puerta. -¿Carol?... ¿éstas bien? —pregunto Kurt incorporándose del todo. -¿Por qué no estas descansado? —agrego Blaine con las manos en la cintura, como si su suegra fuera una niña pequeña a quien se debía corregir. -Es que recordé la manta que me pidió Lizzie  para Devon, se la lleve y resulta que el pequeño sintió picazón con la lana, así es que fui a buscar otra… —explico señalando la que llevaba en las manos sobre otra cosa que ni Kurt ni Blaine pudieron identificar— en fin… ¿puedo pasar?, quisiera compartirles algo… será solo un segundo… —añadió como excusándose de antemano. -Claro… por supuesto… pasa… —contesto Blaine apartándose. -Gracias cariño… verán… —dijo dejando lo que cargaba sobre la cama— al buscar la manta encontré esto… —agrego dejando a la vista una caja de zapatos forrada en papel de envolver y que tenía una etiqueta en la tapa que decía «Mi propia caja de preciosidades, como la que dijo Kurt que debía tener», Kurt contuvo la respiración por un par de segundos— nunca la había visto, y pensé que tú cariño sabias algo… -… -¿Kurt? -Si… disculpa… la verdad es que ya la había visto, ayer cuando estaba alistando su ropa, Blaine la encontró y me la mostro…—respondió Kurt con la vista fija en la caja. -¿Y que tiene dentro?, ¿la revisaste? -¡NO!... —exclamo poniéndose la mano en el pecho, como ofendido por aquello, Carol y Blaine dieron un respingo de susto— no… no la he visto y tampoco creo que debiera..—agrego apartándose. -¿Por qué no?... cariño, si hay alguien en el mundo que debería quedarse con esto eres tú, sé que te dije que podías escoger cualquier cosa… pero si esto te gusta... toma… —dijo Carol entregándosela, Kurt se apartó otros tres pasos sin recibirla— Kurt estoy segura que si Burt tenía esto era porque tú se lo dijiste, o lo inspiraste… no se… y si nunca me hablo de ello, entonces concluyo que es más un asunto de padre e hijo, ¿no crees Blaine? —agrego mirando al esposo de su hijastro -Lo creo… -No es un asunto de padre e hijo —dijo Kurt mirando a Blaine con cara de pocos amigos— fue una tontería que le mencione cuando estaba seleccionando mis cosas para mi partida a New York, allí le hable de la «caja de preciosidades» que yo tenía  y le sugerí que él debería tener una si quería preservar cosas estúpidas pero sentimentalmente importantes… ¡ni siquiera me entere si la idea le pareció bien!… ¡ni siquiera!… -Claramente le pareció cariño… —insistió Carol dejando la caja sobre la cama. -Carol… -Kurt… escucha… —agrego acercándole, le tomo una mano y le acaricio la cara de la más maternal de las maneras— yo ya tengo guardadas un montón de cosas estúpidas pero sentimentalmente importantes y que tienen que ver con Finn, contigo, con mis nietos y por cierto con Burt… esto es tuyo… —termino por decir dándole un beso, Kurt la abrazo y no pudo evitar soltar el llanto nuevamente. -Disculpa… —dijo apartándose, Blaine se metió al baño a por pañuelos descartables para ambos. -No te disculpes —contesto Carol llorando también— si tuviéramos que pedir excusas por cada vez que lloramos, terminaríamos por disculparnos el resto  de nuestras vidas… gracias cariño… —añadió recibiendo el pañuelo de manos de su yerno, Kurt también recibió uno y le agradeció con una sonrisa deslavada. -Bien…  —dijo Carol sonándose— ahora sí que me voy a descansar un poco… ¿puedo?, ¿verdad Blaine? -Por supuesto... ve… yo estaba a punto de bajar a encargarme de todo…—respondió este acariciándole la espalda. -Gracias cariño… —respondió Carol acurrucándosele en el hombro— y gracias por asegurarte de que todos estén bien… en especial tu esposo…—añadió dándole un abrazo, Blaine sonrió y la cobijo entre sus brazos, Carol le dio nuevamente las gracias y volvió a despedirse de su hijastro antes de retirarse. -Al parecer no tendré que robarla para ti… —dijo Blaine sentándose en la cama, tomo la «caja de preciosidades» y la puso en su regazo, acaricio la tapa con mimo e hizo el ademan de abrirla. -¿¡Qué se supone que estás haciendo!?... —pregunto Kurt abriendo los ojos más de lo normal. -¿Qué?... ¿acaso no la abrirás? -¡NO! —exclamo arrebatándosela de las manos. -¿Por qué no? -Porque no… —contesto guardándola bajo la cama—  ahora si me dejas… intentare descansar como me aconsejaste… —agrego acostándose de nuevo. -Ok… —dijo Blaine ayudándolo con los cobertores. -Disculpa… —murmuro sin mirarlo se acomodó en uno de sus lados y se limpió las lágrimas con la punta de la funda de la almohada. -Está bien… ¿puedo preguntar algo? —Kurt asintió moviendo su cabeza— ¿por qué cambiaste de opinión?, parecías más que entusiasmado cuando la encontramos… -Cambie de opinión… -¿Por qué? -Porque si… -¿A qué le tienes miedo? —quiso saber Blaine tomándole una mano. -No es miedo… solo… me rehúso… -¿Te rehúsas?... ¿a qué? -A aceptar que de ahora en adelante mi Papá solo será un simple recuerdo… -Burt nunca será solo un simple recuerdo… Kurt… tu Papá vive en todo lo que puedas imaginar, vive en Henry y su altura interminable, en los ojos de Noah y aunque genéticamente imposible, vive también en Lizzie y su risa extra contagiosa… —Kurt sonrió a la par con su esposo— pero sobretodo… por sobretodo Kurt… él vive en ti, en el maravilloso y valiente hombre que eres… —Kurt se incorporó rápido y lo abrazo, aferrándose a él como si fuera al ultima tabla de un naufragio oscuro y desgarrador, Blaine lo envolvió con su amor desbordante y allí se quedó para él, minutos, horas… lo mismo daba.

[croquetasyputeria]

Quarantine & Cook?

It’s March 2020 and life as we know it had changed. The past few weeks Miami has not been the regular hustle and bustle, but a more pandemic scare with food scraped shelves. I’ve left my house maybe a handful of times (mostly to get food) and I’ve tried social distancing (not that I needed to try hard because I am an introvert). My last semester in college has moved to remote learning and I’ve taken up some new hobbies. One of them is learning to cook a low carb diet. Since this epidemic started I decided a to live healthier a life, so I’ve said goodbye to my croqueticas (for now) and hello to some more verduras. I am not some who loves meat, but honestly if I’m going to be home for the next 3 months in quarantine I might as well do something productive. As an avid rice lover it’s been hard, but one thing I couldn’t stop craving were some tacos. Yes, on my outings to the grocery store I’d pass by Tacobell and shudder at the mere thought of having a taco. It wasn’t until I pass by my and saw my neighborhood taco shop .... You know the whole in the wall with either an abuelita/abuelito in the back preparing la comida and it’s the most delicious in the world... The one where there maybe 3 tables to sit down to eat, Presidentes are always on special, and although it looks like dump, the ambiance is great? You know what I’m talking about? No? Well anyways I couldn’t hold myself back from it anymore!!! So I went on Pinterest, like any millennial would, and found a recipe for low carb tacos. To my surprise I was able to find a recipe that ditched the flour and used cauliflower! I’ve previously made cauliflower pizza, so I knew this was the receipe for me! I made some adjustments, but overall they came out amazing and satisfied my craving.

Ingredients: (13-15 tortillas)

1 cauliflower head, 12 oz of cheddar cheese, 4 eggs, 1/2 a tsp onion powder, and 1/2 a tsp of garlic powder. You’ll also need at least 1 cheesecloth

Directions:

First preheat the oven to 400°F.  Then, I got my cauliflower head split it in 2 and put 1/2 in my food processor and chopped it up finely (made it looked like cauliflower rice). I then put the finely chopped cauliflower in a bowl wrapped with a cheesecloth and microwaved it for 4 minutes to take out any excess water. I waited for the cauliflower to cool down before I strained the excess cauliflower water and placed it in the blender. Then I repeated the same process for the second half of the cauliflower head. Once the cauliflower was in the blender I added the rest of the ingredients in and blended it all up. I then used an ice cream scooper to get the contents out of the blender. Each scoop I grabbed I added to a nonstick pan and made them into flat circles. Once I finished put them in the oven for 14 mins or until brownish. I let them cool down and made the rest of my ingredients for the tacos. I’ll leave the rest of that up to your discretion.

I hope you all enjoy my cauliflower taco recipe and maybe even might consider doing it during this quarantine phenomenon. If you do I hope you share how your tacos came out. Enjoy and stay safe!

XOXO,

croquetasyputeria

Es marzo de 2020 y la vida tal como la conocemos, ha cambiado. Las últimas semanas Miami no ha sido el ajetreo habitual, sino un susto más pandémico con estanterías vacías de comida. He dejado mi casa tal vez un puñado de veces (principalmente para conseguir comida) y he intentado el distanciamiento social (no es que tuviera que esforzarme porque soy introvertido). Mi último semestre en la universidad se mudó al aprendizaje remoto y he tomado algunos pasatiempos nuevos. Uno de ellos está aprendiendo a cocinar una dieta baja en carbohidratos. Desde que comenzó esta epidemia, decidí vivir una vida más saludable, así que me despedí de mis croqueticas (por ahora) y hola a algunas verduras más. No soy de los que ama la carne, pero sinceramente, si voy a estar en casa durante los próximos 3 meses en cuarentena, bien podría hacer algo productivo. Como un ávido amante del arroz, ha sido difícil, pero una cosa que no podía dejar de desear eran algunos tacos. Sí, en mis salidas a la tienda de comestibles, pasaba por Tacobell y me estremecía ante la sola idea de tener un taco. No fue hasta que pasé por mi y vi la tienda de tacos local ... Ya sabes, un bajareque que hay una abuelita / abuelito en la parte de atrás preparando la comida y es la mas rica del mundo ... La que allí tal vez ¿haya 3 mesas para comer, los Presidentes siempre están en especial, y aunque parece un tugurio, el ambiente es genial? ¿Tú sabes de qué estoy hablando o sabes a qué me refiero?? ¿No? Bueno, de todos modo ya no podía contenerme más. Así que fui a Pinterest, como cualquier milenario, y encontré una receta para tacos bajos en carbohidratos. Para mi sorpresa, pude encontrar una receta que abandonó la harina y usó coliflor. Anteriormente hice pizza de coliflor, ¡así que sabía que esta era la receta para mí! Hice algunos ajustes, pero en general salieron increíbles y satisfizo mi deseo.

Ingredientes: (13-15 tortillas)

1 cabeza de coliflor, 12 oz de queso cheddar, 4 huevos, 1/2 cucharadita de cebolla en polvo y 1/2 cucharadita de ajo en polvo. También necesitarás al menos 1 gasa

Direcciones:

Primero precaliente el horno a 400 ° F. Luego, conseguí que la cabeza de coliflor la parti en 2, puse 1/2 en mi procesador de alimentos y la corté finamente (parecía arroz de coliflor). Luego puse la coliflor finamente picada en un recipiente envuelto con una Gaza especial (cheesecloth) y la puse en el microondas para 4 minutos para eliminar el exceso de agua. Esperé a que la coliflor se enfriara antes de colar el exceso de agua de coliflor y colocarla en la licuadora. Luego repetí el mismo proceso para la segunda mitad de la cabeza de coliflor. Una vez que la coliflor estuvo en la licuadora, agregué el resto de los ingredientes y lo mezclé todo. Usé una cuchara de helado para sacar el contenido de la licuadora. Cada cucharada que agarré la agregué a una sartén antiadherente y las convertí en círculos planos. Una vez que termine, lo puse en el horno para 14 minutos o hasta que se doren. Los dejé enfriar e hice el resto de mis ingredientes para los tacos. Dejaré el resto de eso a su discreción.

Espero que todos disfruten mi receta de taco de coliflor y tal vez incluso consideren hacerlo durante este fenómeno de cuarentena. Si lo haces, espero que compartas cómo salieron tus tacos. ¡Disfruta y mantente a salvo!

XOXO,

croquetasyputeria

[nekirmum]

The premier of the first song from the far too long-awaited Goodbye Susto album is set for this coming Saturday at 8 PM CET. Come hang out for a few minutes with us in the chat. This is kind of a big deal for me.

[nerdjerkery]

A Christmas gift from Stella Luna. I’m stunned. Just stunned.

[naurufan999]

Look out Tumblr, I'm back.

Okay, so here’s me starting a Tumblr blog when I should be working on a project for university. Adulting is hard.

A summary for any newcomers since I moved from Twitter:

I was a huge fan girl for the Swedish indie rock band Nauru when I was much younger. I guess I still am, but more grown up. Fan woman? Is this a thing?

I guess it is a thing! LOL

And by default of course I was a fan of the singer, Axel Lundén’s solo music. I was too young to see Nauru more than one time before they broke up. But I did see Axel two times in Oslo, Norway where I live. I saw him at Blå, where I met Micke (RIP), but not Axel. Then I saw him at Krakatao, that was his final gig. Or at least he said it.

During that show, he sang my favorite song for me. After the show he signed the set list he gave me when he saw my scarred arms, or so he says.

The actual setlist:

I did not have it good as a young person. But I’m better now and my scars are now covered with awesome tattoos.

Well, Axel tells the story much better than I with my terrible English. You can read about it here and here.

This all really started when I went on the internet to solve the mystery of the posters for that 2014 show that suddenly showed up in 2021 around my work. And to find some fellow Nauru fans to discuss it with.

I found my old roommate Linnéa. And I made some new friends who are all so nice but had no idea who Axel is but for some reason still were super interested. And some others who just thought the posters were weird.

Maybe it’s best I didn’t find many old Nauru fans around. That fanbase was so toxic in the end. The people I did meet don't have the same history and this is maybe a good thing.

I think this mystery is solved now? I am pretty certain Kåre hung these posters all over. Linnéa found one in Karlstad also. My friend in Bergen even found them there!

(This is a picture Linnéa sent me from Karlstad, Sweden)

Obviously now that he wanted us to notice the website was back after so many years. And very similar to how it was then. With some obvious differences. The story for one, the about page for another, and a few other small things.  

Later I wrote a letter to Axel to apologize for being an idiot back in 2014. Since nobody knew whatever happened to him, I was not even sure it would ever reach him. It was worth a try!

My email:

Axel later responded to the email I wrote him and I was very uncool in my response.

My uncool response:

Axel's much cooler response:

Then we found him on Twitter, with a odd name and living in L.A. I was afraid he was going to call it quits and disappear again, but some nice people in Kåre's discord server got him to think different about things.

Now Axel tells a new story. Which is good, because I still have a lot of questions. The most burning among them for me and most fans: Whatever happened to Goodbye Susto anyway?   

I think we're about to finally find out.

Jinkies! Get in the Scooby Doo bus, folks! XD 

Sorry this was such a mess. But I am a mess, so what were you expecting?

K bye.

[nekirmum]

The first in a series of posts where I roast my BFF by recreating his teenage goth poetry, probably winning no brownie points.

[nekirmum]

Goodbye, Susto

It's difficult to describe the pain of pouring your heart into an artistic endeavor that never realizes its full potential or sees the light of day. Although it will never compare to the loss of Micke, it results in a kind of grieving process all its own. My albums are like children to me, made from my essence and experiences, the emotional equivalent of DNA and epigenetics, I imagine. Even today, it's depressing to think about. So I think about it as little as possible. Move on, make new things. However, revisiting the situations those songs detailed, if only in prose format, has brought the ache of failure and loss back to the foreground.

I do not have the masters for Goodbye Susto at my disposal. That hardly matters; I never was fond of the direction it took once control over it was stripped from me. All I have is a set of digitally mangled demo tracks to piece back together. Still, these recordings were indicative of a particular time in my life and, although I could theoretically re-record it all, it wouldn't quite capture the essence of what it was back then.

Today, I sat down and literally faced the music, so to speak. I've begun with the first song I managed to write as I emerged from a vast creative desert.

I couldn't have imagined I would feel this empowered.

[nerdjerkery]

Fingers crossed

After some convincing, Axel let me send the corrupted drive off to professionals. They say it takes about 48 hours in easy cases when they don’t need parts to fix anything. We’ll get an update sometime early next week.

If we even get half of the files recovered, it’s better than nothing.