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You’ll Never Be Published…

May 11, 2010

Much to my Indian father’s dismay, I was never a model student.  I did okay in school but wasn’t the typical brilliant Indian kid who scored a 1600 on the SAT and had Harvard, Yale, and Stanford knocking on their door.  My dad was usually disappointed with my report cards and would say things like “Your last name begins with the letter “A” so you should only be bringing “A’s”  home.”

Remind me never to use that logic with Maya because 1. It makes no sense, and 2. I don’t want Maya bringing “D’s” home. 

I think my embarrassing B/B+ average was mainly due to the fact that I have trouble focusing for too long.  I can barely get through an hour of Tyra Banks and her interminable lessons on how to “smize,” nevermind listening to a 2 1/2 hour lecture on a widgets place in the macroeconomic environment.  So when I graduated from college I swore up and down that I would never return to school.  But this past weekend I found myself squeezing into a tiny little chair in a stuffy UCLA classroom (UCLA needs to take some lessons from USC on how to design a classroom) so I could attend an all day class entitled, “Writing in the Internet Age.” 

Being back at school was an eye-opening experience.  Can you believe there are people who have no idea what Google is?  No idea!  And Twitter was basically a foreign language for 60% of the class.  I’m not an expert in social media but seriously?  Are people living under a rock?

Anyway, this is what we learned after a marathon 8 hour session:

1. There is a 0.0001% chance that any of us will ever have a book published.  Unless of course you self-publish and peddle your book out of the trunk of your car, which, according to one presenter, is a very valid way of promoting yourself!?

2. There is no money to be made in writing a book.  Translation – you can write to your heart’s content but unless you churn out a crappy book a month like Danielle Steel or have a reputation like Jodi Picoult, you can forget about quitting your day job. 

3. If you are a glutton for punishment and still want to pursue a career in writing it is imperative that you maintain a blog.  With a blog you can get your name out there, develop a writing style, and you can use your blog as a platform to develop a presence. (Finally, something that made sense!)

As I listened to presentation after presentation, I realized I was wasting a Saturday afternoon to listen to “experts” explain that I was going nowhere.  Fast.  So you can imagine my surprise when the very last speaker ended up being the only one who really made any sense.

Have you ever heard of Nadine Jolie?  Long story short, she began blogging anonymously back in 2005 about the secrets of the magazine and beauty industry.  But when the New York Post blew her cover Nadine found herself fired for disclosing secrets about the Ladies’ Home Journal where she worked.  Fast forward 5 years later and Nadine has managed to build herself an empire of sorts including 2 published books, TV appearances, and speaking engagements. 

I was fascinated by Nadine who was by far the most engaging and “real” presenter of the day.  Her story gave us all a little bit of hope – if it can happen to her than why not us too?  She was honest about the challenges of the blogging and publishing world, but she wasn’t full of negativity.   Nadine was even nice to a very rude audience member who told her that her site was basically worthless since it didn’t support her financially.  She explained that while her blog doesn’t offer that much financial support it is still what got her to where she is today, and who can put a price on that?

Do you have any long-term blog goals?  Are you doing it in hopes to make money eventually, or do you consider blogging more of a hobby?

Sitting Like a Lady

May 10, 2010

Mother’s Day started with a bang.  Literally.  As I got a head start on the laundry Sunday morning (or so I thought) parts of our washing machine suddenly detached and made the scariest noise I have ever heard.  Needless to say the machine is no longer usable, and what better timing for the machine to break than a Sunday when a week’s worth of laundry needs to be done?

So I ended up spending the better part of Mother’s Day at Best Buy searching for a new washer/dryer and then lugging two giant trash bags of dirty clothes to my in-laws place so that Ali and Maya would have clean socks to wear this week.  Happy Mother’s Day to me! 

My marathon laundry aside, the day wasn’t without its share of perks…

What holiday isn’t great when gifts from Anthropologie are involved?

And would it really be a holiday if my mother-in-law didn’t give me a pair of gorgeous shoes?

Maya made me a place mat so that there was no confusion as to why my presence is tolerated around here:

Flowers were also involved…some real:

Some better than real:

But the highlight of the day was that both lunch and dinner were provided and I didn’t have to cook or move a single dish.  What could be better?

Maybe getting my daughter to stop slurping her tea and getting her to sit like a lady.

Well I guess there is always next year, right?

What was the highlight of your weekend?

Tolerable

May 7, 2010

I was determined, and I mean determined, to replicate the Balinese vegetable curry that I had in Japan.  The only problem was that I had little idea what the ingredients were.  All I knew is that it contained coconut, vegetables (obviously), and loads of fat-filled cream.  I didn’t have cream or too many vegetables yesterday, but I set out to replicate anyway.  Talk about setting myself up for failure, right?  But I’m pleased to report that despite having no recipe and few ingredients on hand I ended up with a very thick lentil soup that was nothing like the vegetable curry I was craving but was still pretty damn good. 

Well, in my opinion anyway.  Maya started laughing when I asked her if she wanted any.  I believe the words “That’s crazy Mama” might have escaped her mouth.  And Ali?  Well I put this wonderful plate together with garnishes and everything, handed it to him, and crossed my fingers.

“Um, Manu?”

“Yes?”

“Is there coconut in here?”

“Yes, a little bit.  Why?”

“Well I don’t eat coconut.”

“But you did when we were on our trip.”

“Well I don’t eat it at home.”

Okay then.  I’d like to think I’m a fairly smart person but even I didn’t get the logic.

“You don’t have to eat it if you don’t like it.”

“Well I can eat it.  I don’t hate it or anything.  If you throw some more raisins on it I can definitely tolerate it.”

So Ali “tolerated” the dinner that took me an hour to cook while I silently cursed him and Maya and swore up and down that I would stop trying to make new things.  And while I try to make myself follow through with my new resolution, feel free to give this tasty (in my opinion) recipe a try. 

“Tolerated” Lentil Coconut Stoup (as Rachel Ray says – thicker than a soup, thinner than a stew)

1 cup of red lentils, washed
1/2 can of coconut milk (I used Trader Joe’s Light version)
1/2 can of tomato paste
1/2 a small onion, chopped
2 small potatoes, chopped
2 tablespoons of raisins
2 carrots, chopped
2 celery stalks, chopped
2 teaspoons of salt
1 teaspoon of garam masala
1 tablespoon of curry powder
1 tablespoon of butter
cilantro and avocado (optional)

1. Add the washed lentils and chopped potatoes to a soup pot. Cover with water and simmer for 25-30 minutes until the lentils are cooked and the potatoes are soft. (Add more water if the lentils dry out).
2. Meanwhile, saute the onion, carrots, and celery in the butter. Add the tomato paste, curry powder, salt, and garam masala.
3. Mix the onion/carrot/celery mixture into the soup pot, add the coconut milk, and simmer another 20 minutes.
4. Serve over rice and garnish with cilantro, raisins, and avocado.

I hope you “tolerate” my concoction better than the picky people in my house.  Oh and this may very well be the last recipe I have to share as I will likely be boiling pasta and opening a jar of Prego here on out.  

Hopefully this news is met with sighs of disappointment from my readers, rather than relief?