So it all started with this image:
Did someone just dump glitter from the craft cabinet in their tea, ruining it for the sake of a good photo, or was it edible sparkling sugar? Would edible sparkling sugar dissolve in hot tea & cease to sparkle? Would it sink to the bottom? I decided I wanted to find out. I purchased some rainbow “disco dust”:
I felt like at least 2 separate types of edible glitter ought to be tested, but I was indecisive about choosing a second, and put it off. Meanwhile, I was learning about Butterfly Pea tea (which I first read about on depravi-tea). Dried flower buds taken from the butterfly pea plant will, when steeped in hot water, yield a remarkably vivid blue tea.
But there’s more!
It is also a magic-color-changing tea: when you add lemon or lime juice to the brew, it shifts hue to something more fuchsia:
The lime juice billows out in a roiling purple cloud, making it look like an awesome night sky.
And with that thought I knew what the 2nd type of glitter would have to be.
Wilton edible glitter silver stars:
Soooo many “celestial seasonings” puns will be made. (Just as soon as the flower buds arrive from Thailand.)
Magnificent Ruin (edited)
1000 posts. *excessively unenthusiastic applause* To commemorate this almost-but-perhaps-just-maybe-not-entirely worthless event, I present you with a conversation I had late last May.
[friend thereof]: oh i looked at a few things on your tumblr last night when i was trying to decide whether to go to bed
[friend thereof]: that's okay right?
[unicoherent]: which one? sure
[friend thereof]: unicoherent
[unicoherent]: cool, yeah. I dunno, I haven't posted anything good there in a while
[unicoherent]: I've been feeling to sick and too tired
[friend thereof]: ugh.
[friend thereof]: is it getting worse these days?
[unicoherent]: which.... I like having the account as a record because I can see objectively that I have been awake less and less, that it doesn't just "feel that way" but I hate publishing stuff at all if it's mostly just depressing crap
[friend thereof]: is that the kind of thing that you feel inclined to post these days?
[unicoherent]: I haven't had the energy to really post ANYTHING positive for WEEKS. Some of it SEEMS positive, but it's all like a code that isn't really a code. I remember what I was thinking and feeling when I posted certain things, and... *shrug*
[friend thereof]: hmm... i mean, i didn't post anything to my livejournal in all of 2012
[friend thereof]: i'm sure this is different though
[unicoherent]: You probably did other things in 2012 though
[unicoherent]: other than allow yourself to be hauled to the clinic for blood tests, like
[friend thereof]: ugh. i'm sorry
[friend thereof]: yeah. i guess i should have figured from how often you were posting before that you *did* spend a lot of the time posting to this tumblr
[friend thereof]: like, all this stuff is from the first eight days of may, that i'm looking at.
[unicoherent]: it's not just how often though, it's about whether it is a thing that I spent time thinking about and putting effort into posting or whether it is just a reblog of something pretty I saw that day
[friend thereof]: like, and the tumblr has both of those?
[unicoherent]: It's about whether the posts require thought, or if I am in pain and can't think straight and trying to comfort myself with pictures of cute animals
[friend thereof]: i guess i don't know from just the archive which ones are your originals and which ones are reblogs
[unicoherent]: It would be hard to explain what I see about how I've been doing lately because to me there is a lot more data in the data set than there is for anyone else. For me there is the data that resides just in my memory – I know what I was feeling when I made the posts, etc. Also I wouldn't expect anyone else to know about all the data that even _is_ there. I can look at it and see that the entire month of April was kind of cruddy compared to February, but who else would even take the time to look at the entirety of either month?
[unicoherent]: It is just a thing I do for myself