| 9:55a |
So, Sven and I were trying to put together a classification system for people who move to Alaska indefinitely. Are we missing any groups? I'm not counting people who's jobs transfer them there for reasons other than punishment- they seem to transfer out fairly quickly.
Hippies- moved to Alaska to be closer to nature. The smart ones survived.
The Loser's Brigade- you're here because you did your CO's 17 year old daughter. Or maybe your boss's wife. Either way, good luck transferring out.
Northerners- people born at high latitudes, who found exotic lands as far south as Seattle to be scorching. Most of the ones of these that I've seen in Alaska were either Russian or Norwegian. (Apparently, everyone else from cold climates is intelligent enough to realize the benefits of living in civilization with an air conditioner in the summer.)
Flaming Conservatives- the staple of Alaskan small towns. Moved to Alaska because nobody would call them crazy for being just that right wing, and because it allows them to do "good honest work" like farming.
Of course, these groups do cross over in some cases. We really couldn't think of any other groups of people who moved permanently did so. |
| 7:05p |
I called in sick today. I spent a couple hours with Sven, when he got home, and then passed out again.
I know I'm sick when I can sleep until four PM and still feel as if I could sleep more. Towards the end, I was coughing less, at least.
I'll be spending the evening trying to play catchup on the networking class the company's having me take, and cooking. If I have the energy, I'll go back to the store and pick up chocolate and butter, two things I forgot. I keep meaning to make chocolate orange truffles to stalk Joe with. If I can muster the energy, tonight sounds like a good night for such stalkings.
At the very least, I'm making some gingered chicken broth, clay pot chicken with mushrooms, and Swedish meat balls. I can do another round of boxing up masses of food for lunches in the coming weeks. I'm debating doing smoked salmon quiche as well.
My parents have announced a visit in May. They're going to try to talk uncle John out of some of his cans of smoked salmon- real salmon, not the crap they eat down here. Some days, I miss living in a state where farming salmon was illegal. I should see if I can get them to pick up some reindeer sausage, too. Elk is good, but it's just not the same.
And Silver, you need to come visit PDX again some time soon. You're my excuse to buy exotic new game meats to cook with, though I'm starting to run out of options. The farmer's market only carries so much, and some of them are really one time use. There's really not much you can do with yak. I speak from experience. Elk you can make quite a few recipes out of. |
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