that tiny bit of leftover popover batter, the stuff that can't go into the pan no matter how hard you try? makes excellent crepes! yum!

hooray! my second project, and honestly my first "big" project, is finished! ( Read more... )

illnesses that last for a while and disrupt things are annoying. illnesses that last for a while and then don't go away when it would be good for them to do so are... *sputters* no words for it. it's 4:20am, and i woke up, coughing, after feeling the cold/sinusy symptoms gradually ramp up again during the day. drat ( Read more... )

features BOSTON! (or at least, the voices of people from our fair metropolis in the audience, including several LJ-friends...)

i love it when this happens. :) check out this silly story on cute overload, and it may happen to you, too.

happy friday, folks.

i finished my first knitting project, tonight.

therefore, i will need more yarn.

...

fortunately, i bought enough yarn yesterday for the next three projects.

(hey, it seemed logical to *me* at the time... :) )

"if you can't DRESS yourself for $1000 a day, don't go *near* the national budget!"

-- paula poundstone, on "wait, wait, don't tell me!", 11/01/2008

i mentioned this in passing (in an LJ way), a week or so ago.

i took a knitting class a couple weeks ago. i feel amazingly accomplished; there is something about knitting that is everything people always told me it was: meditative, productive, calming, quiet.

( the family connection )

here's my current favorite nomination for something to encourage a smile. it features a guy named matt harding, of whom i'd never heard until today; apparently he's pretty well known for this video. (as an explanation, the pointer to this site was sent to me in email by a friend, who is an astronomer.)

enjoy...

a friend posted today about the very recent death of someone who i can honestly only describe as an acquaintance.

reading the on-line account of the tragedy, i was shocked. stunned. abruptly thrown into some form of grief, and reminded what grief really, truly, actually is: the loss of what might have been yet to come, rather than what was.

( i guess what follows could be called a eulogy. )