Brandon: If things keep going this way, I'm going to find a horse's head next to me one morning.
NIck: That's the difference between you Italians and us Polish: if you find a horse head, it's a bad omen; if we find a horse head, we make soup.

Rolled back into Victor last night, after spending the latter part of the week visiting Carla in Baden/Ambridge. It was a wonderful trip, and not just because Carla and her family treated me with lots of kiwis, avocados, and a generous helping of kindness (plus a cooler of venison to take home!). Her family was really niceæI found common music ( Read more... )

Last year I was twenty-one
Didn't have a lot of fun
Now I'm gonna be twenty-two
Another year with nothing to do
-"1969"

Turning twenty-two is still fun, despite what the Stooges say!

Geoscientists are not in the habit of attributing natural phenomenon to unholy pacts with the netherworld.

Now THAT'S how you open a term paper!

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Cold and snowy and grey today.  I'm hoping for cold and snowy and bright.  Or frosty and sunny.  I found a rather delicious remedy, though: egg nog and Capt. Morgan's Private Stock makes for a good warm-up.

So the basil plant was liquefied and spooned over pasta, making a delicious potato gnocchi pesto dinner for Carla and myself.  In Mr. Basil’s place a small sage plant aspires to one day make flavorful stuffing and savory pork entrees.  The cycle of life continues.  My plants are a microcosm of Finnegan’s Wake.  Yea, so anyway…

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The dinner with Dr. Youngquist went marvelously!  He loved the food, music, dessert, and even our apartment.  Mike and I had a great talk with him and the conversation kept running smoothly.  He’s the only man I’ve ever known to compare William Blake and other Romantic writers with Fugazi and MF Doom.  On a side note, I was happy to find out he ( Read more... )

Tomorrow night Mike and I are having Dr. Youngquist over for dinner.  It should be both great and bizarre, like inviting a career speed freak into your home.  I’m cooking up a fancier dinner, and there’s pumpkin pie for dessert.  Carla and I baked the pumpkin pie last night, and while it’s really yummy with a flakey crust, it’s not at all what I ( Read more... )

In case Mr. Basil dies of cold eastern winds, his life should be remembered.  Oh, when I brought you home you were so tiny, sickly, and yellow.  Now my planty has turned from a jaundiced baby into a thriving shrub of plant matter.


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