On the afternoon of the day I planned to kidnap my chickens and deliver them to a new home, I got the news that the property where I live has been taken off the market. I no longer have to divest myself of poultry, and, if I please, I can plant a large garden with the seed that I saved from last year ( Read more... )

 This weekend I went to a dance, where I ran into a friend I hadn't seen in months. I stayed the night at her place (a very fine household of nine roommates, most of whom bicycle in preference to driving cars, keep a library that's open to the public on Sunday afternoons, run a food co-op out of the living room, and also share a piano that gets ( Read more... )

Web scraping, anyone?

As part of my job, I spend 20 minutes to an hour each day getting data from various websites, doing essentially the following for each data source:   go to website, login, choose report, choose date range, download report, copy and paste into an excel sheet, upload to an internal database. I want to stop doing this manually and ( Read more... )

Dance Flurry in one month. Some like a contra.

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For fans of the Penguin Cafe Orchestra, "Music for a Found Harmonium" is the 2nd tune, starting around 2:12.

Here is a spleen, attached to a liver.
My turkeys are in the freezer.

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Who ever decided that corn should be yellow?


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The frogs come on little flat feet.

In my experience, maple syrup and olive oil (together) do not improve the taste of hot chocolate. They do keep it nice and smooth, though.

A key flaw in my plan for world domination through the wearing of pretty socks may be that I have no pretty socks.