Mike Jurewicz’s Blog

So I decided to make a second post today.  One on a bit of a brighter note than the last.

I recently started thinking back to an old dream of mine to be a radio DJ.  It just always came across as a career that I would really like to do because of my love for music.  But unfortunately modern radio is just utter crap.  DJs have little to no control over what is played on the airwaves and most just come across as complete tools that have the station manager’s hand up their ass like a little puppet.  And I have absolutely zero intentions on playing the latest cut from the Red Jumpsuit Apparashit whatever the fuck they are so working in a normal radio station just seems out of the question.  So I came up with an idea, I could make my own weekly podcast where I would play music that I want to play and talk about music that matters to me.

I brought the idea up to my friend Wurm who does a lot of work with websites and just overall online technology and he seemed thrilled to here me say that because he was thinking of the same thing.  So he has started looking for some good programs to do the recording and hopefully in a few weeks we will have our first musical podcast.  We haven’t decided on a name or how long each episode will be but I can tell you that there will be no musical format other than just stuff that we like and think you would like or think that you should give your time to listen to.  So you will hear anything from rock to indie to instrumental to punk to hip hop to whatever.  If we like it and think it rocks we will play it.

Once I have more information for you I will sure to let you know.  In the meantime get ready.

It’s been a little longer than I would have liked since my last blog.  I was absolutely intending on researching a topic I was given by someone to write about but then life got in the way.

Due to all the brush fires here in Florida and the smoke that travels with it my allergies have been bothering me lately, a lot last week.  This caused me to break off plans with a friend of mine and then get called a “flake” because of it.  Always lovely to not be believed when are you aren’t feeling good.  Oh but I only wish that was the end of my horrible day that day.  A mere hour or so later I was called and told that my last remaining grandparent, my grandma, had passed away.  While yes she had taken a turn for the worse in the days previous to that and we kind of expected it it was still upsetting.  A call to a person that normally makes me feel better when I’m down was futile as she was busy and didn’t call me back.

The next day didn’t go much better as I was just still beat up about the whole situation.  I took offense to somethings said about my friend and stuck up for him.  It only made things worse as people became pissed off at me for just sticking up for a friend.  I apologized for how childish I was because I was just in a horrid mood but it seems to have fallen on deaf ears.

The entire trip to PA I felt like I was in a daze, yes I did drink a lot and that may account for some of it.  My mind and heart were racing a mile a minute every moment of the day.  I stood at the funeral just wishing that she was there to hold my hand and tell me that everything is going to be alright.  I laid in bed or on a couch each night just wishing she would call me or text me.  I walked around Peddler’s Village seeing Marilyn Monroe memorabilia and little Irish trinkets that I wanted to buy and give to her.  I felt emptier than I have ever felt in my life.  I was so sad and depressed that I couldn’t even cry.  I tried believe me.

I’ve come back to Florida and it just continues still.  I have to work this weekend and it doesn’t even bother me like it normally would.  I had no desires that I wanted to move back up there but then don’t even feel at home here.  I wish I had something to show me a way.  Maybe just a hint.

I have made mistakes in my life and it’s like she punishes me so much for making a mistake.  Like I’m suppose to be perfect.  I’ll be the first to admit I’m not.  I make my apologies but I don’t know if anyone believes me.  Yet when people make mistakes towards me I’m always willing to forgive but no one even seems they need to apologize.  What has happened to mankind?  What has happened to kindness?  Am I a dying breed?

Well I figured I’d go ahead and make a posting about the first request I got. Mariah would like to know a good recipe for baby. She seems to be having a hard time finding one.

I agree, good baby recipes are hard to come by now and days. So here is a delectable dish of Baby Braised in Wine but first the appetizer of Baby Stew.

Baby Stew
Ingredients
- three pounds of baby (chop it up we know that no baby is that small, refrigerate the rest for later)
- 6 small onions, chopped
- 1 bay leaf
- ½ cup chopped celery
- 2 tsp. salt
- 2 cups diced carrots
- 3 raw potatoes, cut up
- 3 tbs. flour
- 1 tbs. chopped parsley

Directions
Clean baby and soak in salted water. Drain, disjoint it in pieces for serving and place in a large kettle with onions, bay leaf, celery and salt. Cover with cold water and cook slowly until tender, about two hours. Add chopped carrots and potatoes and continue cooking until these vegetables are done. Smooth flour with a little cold water and add slowly. When thickened, add chopped parsley and serve.

Baby Braised in Wine
Ingredients
- 2 babies, cut into serving pieces (go with 6 month olds if you can, I know they may be harder to get a hold of but they are much more tender)
- Salt and pepper
- Flour
- 2 tbs. olive oil
- 2 onions, sliced
- 2 cloves garlic, minced
- 6 carrots, peeled and sliced
- 1 lb. fresh mushrooms, sliced
- 2 tbs. fresh parsley, minced
- ¼ tsp. thyme
- ½ tsp. oregano, rubbed
- 4 bay leaves
- 2 cups dry white wine

Directions
- Preheat oven to 350º. Salt and pepper baby and coat with flour.
- Place oil, onions, garlic, carrots and mushrooms in large casserole dish.
- Place baby on top of vegetables. Sprinkle with parsley, thyme and oregano.
- Add bay leaves and wine. Cover and bake 1 hour or until baby is tender. (more tender than it naturally already is)
- Remove bay leaves before serving. Servings: 6-8

I’ve been trying to think of stuff to write about lately but I guess I’m drawing a blank. I want to do some rants or reviews. I know some of my friends like it when I go off on rants about things that bug me. So here is where you come in.

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- Give me an idea of what you want me to rant about or review or just in general talk about. (Movies, music, TV, politics, food, celebrities, blah blah blah, etc.)
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- I will include your name in the post. If you don’t want it please just say so.

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Well as you probably know by now I have decided not to leave and move to Philadelphia.  I decided Thursday not to leave after a very emotional week that made me realize that despite that I hate Florida in general there are people here that I love so much that I couldn’t possibly leave them.  While yes I have family up north and friends up there as well these people down here help make me who I am.  They literally keep me sane even though I am pretty insane.

I cried so much Wednesday night and Thursday morning thinking, “am I making the right decision?”  I ultimately decided that the people down here are too important to let go of.  I would go up to Philly and would end up being depressed and coming back.  So I might as well save the miles on my car and all the trouble.  I truly believe this is the right decision.

I’m sorry to all my family and friends up north that were looking forward to me coming back.  I know I picked a horrible time to make this choice but I just had to do what is going to make me happy.  I really hope you all understand that and forgive me.  I am going to try to come up and visit the same time my brother goes up so fear not.

So I am here in Florida for meantime.  Probably going to look at getting a place with Lane and Chris, that would interesting to say the least.  I really wish I would have realized all this sooner so it wasn’t so much all happening in a short period of time but my friend Mariah put it well when she said, “What a twist.”  I guess I’m just one big M. Night Shymalan film.