ginger jane ginger_wonder is amazing stuff. you can mix it with carbonated water to make ginger_ale, you can mix it with hot_water to make ginger_tea, you can spill it all over yourself and lick yourself off. 080221 ... unhinged two different people told me to take ginger for my cold today 080221 ... cr0wl this summer when corey worked with me, we called ourselves the ginger brothers. 081210 ... no reason she said sometimes people called her gin for short and we thought it was funny that her names were always edible 081210 ... epitome of incomprehensibility Good for sore throats, helps reduce nausea. As for ginger ale - the rationale of drinking ginger ale after an upset stomach seems to have more to do with the fact that it's a high-calorie liquid that can be easily digested; for sore throats it doesn't appear to help at all. For sore throats, what helps is fresh ginger (which is strong-tasting but good) cut into little pieces and put into an herbal tea like lemon tea. But my silly mindbody has associated ginger ale with healthfulness even though it isn't all that healthy. O Canada Dry, my panacea placebo. What about the real thing? Can I grow it in a garden? Or is it like bananas and oranges and simply not a temperate/continental crop? The more I describe something, the more the gaps in my knowledge are apparent. For instance, hair. Isn't ginger hair a lighter red, that is, the coppery light-orange sort of "red" hair, not the darker shade my brother has? Memory of eighth-grade genetics: Peter telling me that Adam and I should make babies, since A. has red hair and based on the hair colour of my mother and brother I probably have a recessive gene for it - "You would make little Bobs!" (My brother's name isn't Bob, but it sounds funnier as Bob.) A look passed between A. and EoI as if it were the fruit of the Tree of the Knowledge That Neither of Us Wants to Have Sex with the Other (allusion to Adam and Eve; it was a Christian school after all, or maybe I've modified my personal history the way I molded "molecular gastronomy" into "modular Christianity" - who knows?) If my memory serves me correctly, I had a crush on Peter. He liked to tap me on the shoulder and say "I'm gonna kill you," which, since he had no intention of doing so, I found quite flattering. 130903 ... nr let's call you this. i met you in university writing class and found you intriguing. i liked the way you patiently and gently passed our work around. some people just carelessly tossed them or were rougher. your writing was good. you were kind of hippie-ish. i eventually started to get to know you a bit more, and you were a warm person with a nice smile. i developed a crush on you in the last part of the year, but i was shy and then you ended up leaving that school and moving away. we stayed in contact and chatted every now and then through msn messenger. you told me i always had the best names (remember when you could change your name on messenger?). then you moved back, hair cut, hippie phase somewhat over, and we reconnected through music a few years ago and became friends and occasional musical collaborators. sometimes over the years i've thought i might have a crush on you a little, again, but the more time i spend with you, i realize that i might just be attracted to your demeanour, warmth, and engaging way of speaking. when i actually notice what you say, though, sometimes you kind of spend a lot of time talking about a small concept, perhaps you're a bit self-involved, perhaps you talk a bit more than you listen. this isn't to say you're not a good person and friend, but i'm usually satisfied with just that relationship. i feel like my subconscious knows you're always just out of reach, sort of an almost-but-not-quite person. i dream of you here and there, even though we only speak sporadically and you don't really randomly come to mind much. last night i dreamt that we were sort of cuddling and you said you had always liked me. i was surprised to hear that, and kind of happy to hear it but also unsure of where to go next. it seemed a bit out of reach in the dream, too; you said you didn't feel the need to rush things, and pulled away a bit at times. i've dreamt of running into you in school halls and talking about music. i've dreamt my run-of-the-mill absurd dreams with you somehow featuring. i've dreamt of you chatting with my best friend who you've never met. my dream-version of you is always a bit more idealized than real-life you, though. 211010 ... nr you were in my dream again last night. i was watching a band play, i think it was supposed to be at my university, and originally the lead singer was another musician i know (who actually isn't a singer in real life). but then somehow he turned into you after the set was over. we had a project we were supposed to be working on, and i started setting up to work on it. you walked over to me and said "want to just forget it?" i considered we could put it off for a bit and said "yeah, i wouldn't mind going for a drink." assuming we'd go somewhere on campus. you replied, "oh, i wanted to go to [insert dining establishment i don't remember]." i was surprised, and replied, "oh, you want to go for dinner in [my old neighbourhood that's far from campus]?" you nodded. i was kind of pleased you wanted to take a longer break with me and looking forward to spending that time with you. 211021 ... nr and again (apparently almost exactly a month later). i can't quite remember the first part of the dream, except that it seems we were more honest with each other about what was going on and how we felt. in the next part of the dream (or next dream), i was walking with a friend in the halls of what i think might have been supposed to be our university. you had to walk through people's dorm rooms to get to other places in the school; it wasn't the best building structure! so my friend and i walked into your room, which looked like a sort of weird underground speakeasy cave-like space with uneven stone walls, dimly lit by yellow light from table lamps. you were sitting facing away from us on the bed, and turned around nonchalantly when i said "hey [ginger]! sorry, just had to pass through here to get to [wherever we were going]." you kind of acknowledged it but it was clear no one really thought it was that strange. in the next part of the dream, i was standing in that room, but you weren't there, and i was pregnant. but i don't know who the father was; i don't think it was supposed to be you. in the next dream, a good friend of mine was pregnant with your best friend/my friendly acquaintance's child. 220111 ... nr i emailed my friend about the dream, and then asked her "how are you and your actual real-life husband and child?" and then i laughed because i'm pretty sure that's the first time i've phrased this question that way. 220111 ... nr he introduced another singer after his performance, complimenting her on her talent and how after hearing how honest she was in her songs, he realized he could be this way. in turn, i realized i could be this way too, but how? 230228 what's it to you? who go blather from