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Late-night (cable-access) cooking.
Don't be hurt, but I'm writing this partly to stay awake. Tomorrow is Office Thanksgiving, and I've pledged "something sweet potato", since everyone loves the smell of my lunch go-to of a baked sweet potato with cinnamon and orange juice. I'm trying out a variation on a family favorite, and I think it's going well; unfortunately(?), I've been out ( Read more... ) -
Nature 2, Rachel 0.
I keep going to concerts, painting, and baking bread, last week I got to sub for another ESL class (Level 1 this time), and not long ago I (accidentally) led my office nemesis (not at all a person I dislike, like DiMO, but rather a cherished and worthy foil) into disclosing that she held back-to-back pageant titles in the very small town where she ( Read more... ) -
Carefully chosen modifiers.
I dare not aspire to NaBlPoMo, or whatever the journal version is called, but wouldn't it be something if I produced, oh, 4 entries this month instead of the usual .5? If nothing else, it'll give me more to read when I do my periodic sweeps through my own past. Also it appears I'm going to start this week - and thus this month - with two back-to- ( Read more... ) -
Things I did on weekends or the occasional Thursday.
Lately I've been having some weekends, y'all, in between floods (my commute took SO EFFING LONG today), which seems like an excellent place to pick up. In late September Holly invited me down to Augusta to paint a mural in her apartment, which is a cute ground-floor loft space downtown. For security's (and privacy's) sake, she's put plywood ( Read more... ) -
"Thank goodness for calculus", she thought. But only once.
The other night I came the closest I ever have to using my AP Calculus. I say "AP Calculus" because I mean the class specifically, not the subject - I doubt 10,000 people in the whole country do pen-and-paper calculus on a given day, not counting students. No, I mean that I had a problem, a white expanse in which to make some kind of effort in ( Read more... ) -
Travel(bl)ogue: The Danube, 2009.
I'm still working on the pictures from the trip - a task complicated by not having internet access at home, and not having (or being reluctant to be seen to have) sufficient free time at work - but then, you still haven't gotten the pictures from Christmas in London, and I haven't heard any complaints. Let patience be our watchword, etc. It was a ( Read more... ) -
The prompt that never fails: Things People Say.
Today I was solicited at the Target by a thirteen-year-old boy. I was walking along one section of the main path, turning my head from side to side to survey the cross aisles (and avoid collisions), when my gaze fell for a split second upon a pair of youths, with their khaki shorts and summer hair and general air of avoiding the nearby stands of ( Read more... ) -
Boys, music, banjo, art. HEAT WAVE.
My brother and my de facto siblings are keeping me occupied with weekend concerts (at the rate of two or three a year), which is nice of them and not overly taxing; you're not actually supposed to talk to strangers while the musicians are playing, and the average show involves at least one attractive brunette guy, in the opening act(s) if not in ( Read more... ) -
Bloomsday, y'all.
The internet informs me that today is the day to put on your best turn-of-the-century togs and swan about Dublin, honoring the events of James Joyce's Ulysses. Thanks to Gabs and her brilliant idea that we read said tome together - a plan on which she totally bailed - I've come to realize exactly what a weird practice Bloomsday really is, because ( Read more... ) -
Reading is, for conspicuousness, the new indecent exposure.
On widely spaced occasions, I am made to dress up and leave the office, usually to attend a meeting. The destination is nearly always the same (the state building downtown), but the format varies: sometimes I am the lowest-ranking sacrificial appendage to a complete away team, and other times I am a lone missionary presence carrying note paper, ( Read more... )