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Covid led some of my friends to make our monthly craft night into a weekly online craft night. It's only half as fun, but we get to invite people in other states and it happens four times as often, so we don't have to worry so much about if other things happen at the same time because even if we miss a few, there are still a lot more.

One of my friends likes to give us a summary of her week, and I've decided to do that, too, but right here.

We had a cold snap (expected to possibly freeze), so I took the opportunity to snip some basil to propagate, as described here. It should be ready to plant on the 15th. I've tried this before and it worked great right up until I planted it. Next time I'll water my planter ahead of time so the soil is ready.

I've also been re-training myself on how to deal with cold. I at first was forgetting about scarves and hot drinks.

In socializing, I ran into an ex-co-worker on a neighborhood walk. She had left our employer to work for the state which paid much better. Thirteen years later, she's still there. For a while she was counting down the months, days, and seconds until retirement; then covid happened and she got to work from home. Suddenly working was not so bad, and she gets to continue working from home, so she's sticking with it.

Like me, she'd thought that with so many more fun things to do at home it would be harder to motivate herself to do work, but she says that did not turn out to be the case. Interesting!

Also, with the state, she got free parking right across the street (instead of costly parking across campus), but the commute was still awful, often taking 45 minutes to make the 3-mile trip home after work. So that part is better, too. She's also disgusted that although she gets a raise this year as a state worker, the people at our old employer do not--sometimes they are called state workers, and sometimes educators, often depending on which one screws them over the most.

I also made my annual visit to my neighbors who used to live next door, but now live at the end of the block (they'd try to buy the house they were renting, but instead they were forced to move to a nice place when they bought). They always do Trick or Treat on Halloween, so I get to visit. (I see them other times, too, but those are unpredictable.)

But I also failed in a social task. Another friend organized a birthday archery event, and we had to RSVP by a certain time. There was plenty of notice and it was clearly explained and yet I let myself get distracted until I'd missed the deadline. Robin's job has been stressful, so he was counting on me.

I was pretty annoyed with myself. I only get to see my close friends in person every month or two and I blew it. I'd been so proud of myself for getting yucky things done that I had been prioritizing over the last couple of weeks (I researched the election, posted my findings, voted, finished a book for which I am a beta reader, finished various sections of a book on the climate crisis that's emotionally quite difficult to read, and got my car inspected and registered) forgetting that in-person socializing should be prioritized. I'm getting back into using my bullet journal, so that should help me keep from forgetting things, but I also need to organize a few things.

Luckily, my friend was able to add us to his event after all, so we are not punished for my negligence. Yay!

And now a question. Many folks in the Rebel Badge Club are sewing their badges onto a "camp blanket." This is a small blanket that often is turned into a poncho by cutting a hole in the middle for your head. I had never heard of this before. I always sewed my Girl Scout badges on my uniform's sash or vest and my extra patches that wouldn't fit on a lined windbreaker.

I had thought that badge blankets/panchos were a British/European thing. But one Rebel said, 'When I was in Guides, we didn't have camp blankets.' (Europe has Girl Guides rather than Girl Scouts.) So maybe it's a modern thing. Do you know?

And speaking of the Rebel Badge Club, November's monthly badge is Science Fair, where you choose a science project from a provided list, or if you are a scientist, you can make up your own project. One of the items on the list is to make a solar oven. I've always kind of wanted to make one, so maybe now is a good time. One of my friends from craft night even provided a link on how to make a windshield shade solar cooker, which is different from the box ovens I'd seen before, and gets hotter, so it sounds good, but on the first reading, I'm not really parsing it. I'm remembering, no matter how you go, you also need something clear for a greenhouse effect (like a turkey roasting bag or two clear glass bowls (one inverted over the other)) inside which you need a thin black metal pot (to absorb the heat), so I have some thinking to do on how to accomplish those things. Have any of you made or used solar ovens?

This week's craft project is to continue knitting a hand towel. I think I'll actually finish it this week. One thing about crafting virtually ever week is that things actually get finished!
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One of my friends, Michelle, is hosting an online celebration this holiday season. She did something similar for Thanksgiving, and people shared pictures and stories of their holiday foods and it didn't feel so lonely. This time she wants to invite more people.

The next two sections are direct quotes from Michelle's Facebook page.

What?

For those of you who don't read cozy English mysteries where every fancy pants Lord and/or Lady uses Latin to act fancy, "in situ" means "on site" or "in position". Basically, instead of a come as you are event, it's a stay where you're at event. The fact that there's a place in Paris called In Situ just makes this sound exciting.

*excitement*

Let's get together and celebrate your winter holiday(s) culminating on this day that most companies give many people the day off. [The celebration was originally set for December 24, now it's basically for the rest of the year.]

It's all going to happen here, in this event. So share what you are doing for the winter holidays.

Are your kids singing that song you sing when you light your Menorah? Video the very solemn cuteness and share please.

Is your (insert what wicca do on solstice here because I don't know, but I'm sure it would be heartwarming to hear about)? Post the story here! (I like learing new things.)

Did you get the train set running through your Christmas town? Share your joy with us!

I also don't know about Kwanzaa, so if you celebrate, I'd love to hear how!

Is your Festivus pole completely unadorned? You can air your grievances here.

Do you shun the religious, astronomical, cultural and anti-consumerism nonsense celebrations but have the day off and you're going to use it to get some projects done? I wanna see your projects.

Also, tell me what you're eating.

Who?

Alright, please help by inviting people.

Who should you invite?

Our mutual friends! Friends you want to participate! Relatives! Anyone that you know that is celebrating alone or afar this year. Secret crushes! People you think I should know! People you think will participate! People you think would enjoy lurking!

We can all be in this together online with low risk. Invite them all.

Where?

https://www.facebook.com/events/209592843992809/
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There is a poster in Whole Foods that says something like "Nobody invites friends over for microwave." You invite them for barbecue (I figured out based on the adjacent posters).

Immediately, I became intrigued with the idea of inviting friends over for microwave. The first dish I thought of was Trader Joe's frozen macaroni and cheese. So delicious! (It comes in multiple flavors, too, but the plain is my favorite.)

The second dish I thought of was breakfast potatoes. Robin microwaves potatoes, then sautees them with onions and stuff. So good.
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Instead of wondering to ourselves why someone can't be more like us in some way, I wish we would try harder to wonder how different someone can be and have it still be okay. Can we make it okay for people to be super different?

There's an old song (1965), "Johhny Half Breed," about how a town has made it clear that that "half-breeds ain't welcome." Until the mayor's daughter disappeared and they couldn't find her. As a last resort (after helicopters, even), they sent the man they called Johnny Half Breed after her and he found her.

"He was hero for a day.
They asked him to remain.
They said they learned their lesson:
All people are the same."

Um, no, all people are not the same. They called him because he was different and he succeeded because he was different. He had tracking skills that the townspeople lacked. And he had those skills because he lead a different lifestyle than they did. The lesson to learn is that people are different and that this can be good.

I'm also reminded of a seminar I took where all the participants were divided into four personality types: detail-oriented people, curiosity/logic-oriented people, people persons, and creatives/thrill seekers. Everyone agreed that without any single one of these groups of people, the world would be a worse place. They also agreed that they were really glad that they didn't have to do the yucky things that the people in the other groups enjoyed doing.

Much as I think I would enjoy having an identical twin sister around, and I do think I would, it's getting really old, not to mention tragic and horrifying, to hear so many stories about people who want everyone to be the same such as, just off the top of my head:
* religious people who want everyone to be the same religion as them
* those who want everyone to be the same political party as them
* straight people who want everyone else to be straight
* people who never wanted an abortion for themselves or loved ones who want to outlaw all abortions for everyone
* body shamers
* bullies
* misogynists, racists, and homophobes
* people who say immigrants should "just learn English" (like it's so easy and they're just being stubborn)
* evil/intolerant homeowner association members
* sorority sisters who fine you for going out of your room with "bed head"

Are there any exceptions? Yes. I admit to wanting to "fix" psychotics, anorexics, addicts, and other people who cause harm to themselves or others. And if it's not possible to fix them, I want there to be protections, even if that means, say, the death penalty for serial killers. So I am not immune to this kind of thinking.

But overall, I'd rather ask, "can we make it okay for a person to be different from me?" than "how can we make people be more like me?"

We can start with asking "why are they different and what are the advantages?" (yea for learning!). And it could also help to remember something my mom said that I really like: "Everyone is always doing the best they can."

What ways are you different from how other people would like? Here are some of mine:
* yankee imperialist pig
* materialist and global warmer
* omnivore
* living in sin (unmarried partner)
* godless (atheist-leaning agnostic)
* don't have kids
* don't even want kids
* don't even want pets
* buck teeth (won't get braces)
* female who likes to think and be financially independent
* different career than my parents'
* cold all the time
* don't want to take mind-altering substances
* early retiree
* think "too much," don't like meditation
* clothes are not in style, especially shoes!

Obviously I don't like some of those, at least in some ways, but most of them I really, really do like.
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We just learned that during the Granada part of our study abroad class, we will be staying with host families rather than in a dorm as previously described.

Lately I seem to be taking all news badly at first and this was no exception. Oh, no! I will have to speak Spanish to them and I can't! And I'm set in my ways now! And they probably expect a twenty-year-old!

Okay, really I know that staying with host families is awesome and that we will learn so much more about Spanish language and culture than we ever would staying in a dorm with a bunch of other foreign students. So really, this is a great development.

But families are made out of people, and we won't know what they're like. So I've been reading up on it. Guess the number one reason people host students.

Ready with your guess?

It's to earn money. So, we'll be like foster children.

Okay, no, that makes sense and is perfectly reasonable. And the other reasons are because they think it will be fun in some way. The ones with kids think it will be good for the kids. The old ones think it will be nice to have company. That sort of thing. The important thing is to communicate well and try to get along and be understanding and flexible, things that, at least in English, I am good with.

Another idea is to think about all the ways I am odd and set in my ways to help me prepare myself for living with strangers. I normally think I'm a pretty flexible person, but am I? (I used to think I was energetic before I worked at summer camp.) I am used to:

* eating pretty much whatever I want and I'm super picky - now I will be eating whatever the family is eating (this is the scariest - they could expect me to eat giant cockroaches from the sea for example)

* eating whenever I want - now it will be three meals a day and very few snacks (probably okay; I probably won't get so hungry that I can't pay attention as much as I want to--I won't be at work!)

* eating however much I want - Spaniards might be like Italians with the feeding = love culture (I already weigh more than I need to)

* having a live-in boyfriend - yeah, that's not going to be happening

* telling the truth - will little white lies be expected?

* dressing casually - supposedly you can tell tourists because they're wearing shorts and white sneakers (it's probably okay to wear my regular clothes and look like a tourist, so long as my shoulders are covered if I want to go into a church; I won't have to wear high heels and make-up or anything)

* joking around - I won't know the language well enough to do this most of the time (I might start to feel lonely, but I'll get to see Robin daily, so that should be okay)

* a bunch of American cultural stuff I don't even realize

I don't think I care about laundry differences, cleanliness differences, sharing a room with a host daughter, having to be decently covered to get to the bathroom, or having to share a bathroom. But I'm sure there will be issues of some kind.

Plus I'll have to bring a gift. Something that is typical of where I'm from and can be a nice memento for them. That hopefully they would like. No clue.

(My first thought was Texas-shaped tortilla chips and salsa. Or some hideous longhorn tourist thingy. Uh, no. Bluebonnet refrigerator magnet? Banana chocolate chip pancake recipe?)

I'm just reminding myself--it's better than boot camp or other military living arrangements, it's better than prison, and it's better than being a foster kid (as a minor). And it's only a week and a half.

Plus, I kind of miss having new roommates all the time--learning new ways to do things and new recipes. And maybe it really will be awesome. (Though I do better psychologically if I go in with low expectations and thus am more likely to have the surprises be pleasant ones.)
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After writing the lyrics for "Spanish Agent Noun," I sent them off in an e-mail to my study group and a couple of other friends who are learning Spanish. Robin said, "Wow." Another friend said, "Fun!" From the rest of my study group, it was radio silence.

But in spite of this evidence that I'm just a dork or that nobody below a certain age knows that song or some other negativity, I got the idea in my head that I would like to perform that song for my class mates. This is what all those informal recitals have been preparing me for, right?

I looked up the chords. At least one of them is hard. Plus it takes me a really long time to learn even easy songs on the guitar, and I wanted to perform the song sooner rather than later.

Then I found this YouTube version apparently created for karaoke. I asked Robin if he could get it to play in class and he said yes.

I made copies of the original and new lyrics side-by-side to bring to class. And before class, I wrote a few examples of these nouns and their associated verbs on the board.

Our professor comes to class about 15 minutes early, so I asked him for permission. He was, understandably, confused about what I wanted to do. He was also disappointed that my song was not in Spanish. And worried that it would take up too much valuable class time. But then he said yes.

And so that is how I came to sing "Spanish Agent Noun" in class.

The class was extremely positive and supportive. They seemed to enjoy my song. Yea!

At the end of the class, the professor told me he liked my song and he liked the original song which he listened to as a child.

And in later classes, he has said things like that I must sing my answer. Students have asked me if I have written a song to help us remember irregular commands (I have tried) or to remember the South American countries, capitals, and presidents (not interested).

So, I'm not teacher's pet or class clown, but instead have acquired the unusual role of class singer/songwriter. Who'd have guessed there even was such a thing?

Belonging

Sep. 14th, 2014 09:41 pm
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I got to go to an and-of-summer party yesterday. This is a swimming pool and board game party thrown by some friends who have millions of friends. It's generally quite large and full of people I don't know, though after all these years of party attendance I am actually getting to recognize some of them.

One interesting thing I noticed is the huge difference I feel between work and this party in terms of being in the loop.

At work I feel very out of the loop. For example, I was not automatically "invited" to certain committee meetings and didn't notice until Wednesday that two of them were on Friday, so I took Thursday off instead of Friday. If I had gotten the notifications when the meetings were set up for all the principal attendees, I would have noticed earlier and probably taken off Wednesday instead of Thursday.

For another example, a couple of weeks ago I contacted the head of the advisors in my college and asked if they had meetings of any kind and, if so, whether it would be appropriate for me to attend these. He said yes, they have monthly meetings, and I am welcome. But my predecessor didn't come because she was only part-time. I am also part-time, but feel that advisor meetings should not include all advisors except me.

(Another sad thing is that I'm a little afraid to tell my supervisor that I contacted the head advisor and am doing this. Because I'm a little afraid that she'll tell me that I don't need to go to those. I want to at least see what one is like before I let the cat out of the bag. And this is even though I know my supervisor likes me to keep her up to date on all my goings on.)

In contrast, at the party I got to find out things! I wasn't necessarily told directly, but it still felt good. For example, one friend who likes to help host Halloween parties told the hostess that she would not be doing so this year because her husband will be out of town. So, the hostess might like to throw the party instead. However, the hostess likes to go to the party thrown by the No Kidders (group for people who don't want kids). (Yes, most years she goes to at least two Halloween parties!) And I get to know way ahead of time instead of just wondering at the end of October if anyone I knew would be having a party.

For another example, when I went down to the hot tub to say goodbye to the host, the gal he was talking to recognized me as someone who performs at recitals and requested another recital. And so I got to hear the preliminary plans being formulated (perhaps next April).

The party was a lovely antidote to the alienation of work, even though I see even my favorites of those people much less often than I do my co-workers.

Also, of course it was a nice party where I got to learn about how Starbucks barista jobs are stressful (but why? that is so wrong!), two friends are probably moving into new jobs soon (one is having the job created for her; one has two companies talking to her but the timing is off and she might lose both opportunities), one of my classmates is angry about how much time our teacher wastes, one of my friends is willing to travel only 33% for her job now and yet is currently travelling over 50% and, for example, has the highest status on an airline that flies only to one country (The Philippines), etc.

And I tasted bread pudding made with biscuits, which also seemed to have custard and chocolate--too bad I was so full by the time I tasted that. And I learned that chicken nuggets make a good party food. And there are these "chips" made out of cookies you can buy now. And I got to wear a winter hat in Austin in September because it went with the party theme and it was actually a bit cool outside.
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They say that when someone close to you dies, it gets better in time. That's true.

But it also gets worse. Because every year that goes by is another year that person doesn't get to have.

Today is the birthday of one of those people.

She was the athletic one. I'm angry that she missed rock climbing. At which she would have rocked (couldn't resist). I'm pretty angry about ultimate frisbee, too, where she might have blown a few stereotypes. But what else? Would she have been into ballroom dancing? Marathons? Yoga? Or too busy with work and family? I don't get to know.

She was the practical one. She was majoring in accounting. I thought that sounded kind of boring. But then look at how my career turned out! Would she have made piles of money? Would she have spent it all on stuff, or would she have been financially solid? How would the latest recession have treated her?

She was the stylish one. How many hair styles would I have seen her try? Would I have tried any of them myself (we had the exact same hair except hers was even thicker)? Would she be coloring her hair by now? If so, just to hide the grey, or would she be trying colors more exotic than her dishwater blonde? Could her vision problems have been fixed by surgery?

Would we ever have been roommates? Would I have been auntie to her kids? Would we have drifted apart long ago by now? So many things I never get to know.

Happy birthday to Kristen, already gone longer than she was here.
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One of my bosses was telling me that one of the tires on his car was going flat and that's when he realized his car did not come with a spare, not even one of those mini spares.

That reminded me of when I learned that many pick-up trucks do not come with bumpers.

Man, you think some things just go without saying, but no.

He said the trunk is small already, so it makes sense.

So he dropped his car off to get the tired fixed (while there was still enough air in the tire to be able to drive it there himself). He told them that last time he left his car there to be repaired, the next time he refilled his gas tank he noticed that he'd gotten five fewer miles per gallon than usual. So, they were joyriding his car, having more fun with it than he let himself have. He said he wasn't angry or anything, and the repair had required driving the car to test it. But with just a bad tire, he warned them that he didn't want this to happen again.

Obviously, he has some kind of sports car. (He didn't say what kind; Robin's guessing Porsche.)

He described a few other odd things that happen to him now that he has that car. His car attracts a lot of attention. More than he wants.

And people will pull up next to him, especially Ferrari drivers, and want to race him, revving their engines. They especially like revving their engines under bridges, because you can get a good echo going. He doesn't want to race people, though.

And of course he has to be extra careful to drive perfectly because he also gets attention from police officers.

I've never noticed people treating me differently based on what car I'm driving, but then all the cars I've driven, even rental cars, have been very common and boring models, so that makes sense.

But Robin has noticed a difference. He says when he drives his big red pick-up truck, people get out of his way. But when he drives my little blue sedan, he gets no respect. (Or as I like to call it, fear.) People will cut him off going 20 miles an hour more slowly than he's going, for example.

And here I thought that's just how everyone drives.

And then there's my friend raaga123 who finally gave up her Miata after being rear-ended one too many times by people who claimed they didn't see her. I'd like to add that her Miata was quite a bright robin's-egg blue color. But these large vehicle drivers would claim that her car was just too short to be in their sight lines. Uh huh.

And my mom noticed that she started getting hit when she had a dark green car (Toyota Tercel) instead of other colors. As if green were camouflage in the suburbs. Weird.

So, what message is your car sending out? Invisibility? Doormat? Attention whore? Monster truck? Bumper car?

Cake of the Day

This cake exhaled smoke at regular intervals:

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Today I attended my neighborhood association's annual Christmas party pot luck.

There were a lot of really boring parts to the program, and I didn't talk to anyone, but there were a few interesting bits.

My favorite was when the new association president played us the video he made about the history of our neighborhood. I recognized his name from his ads in the newsletter (I think he's a real estate agent), so now I know how to pronounce Lueke (rhymes with kooky). He looks like a male model, so right away my prejudices that he might be a self-centered jerk reared their ugly heads. But when he accidentally ran his face into the microphone when he got distracted, that helped.

The video started with one of those voices that sound like an announcer from the 'fifties, so that was funny, but it turned out to be an actual promotional ad from the 'fifties, which was even funnier. It was from a residential builder promoting Austin, but the houses were clearly from our neighborhood. They were very proud of the asbestos siding for example. And we could see it was painted with brushes. The houses had the same windows as we have, each made from 4 matching rectangular pieces of glass (one across the top, one across the bottom and two side-by-side uprights, one of which opens out). Three times they said--and spelled out on the screen--"Quality at no extra cost!" So this was proposed as our new neighborhood slogan.

Then he went on to show a bunch more boring stuff, but with plenty of snide remarks and questions to keep things lively. "Do you recognize this intersection? Neither did I and I live on one of those streets." A few trees have grown up in the last 50 years. So he turns out to have a great sense of humor. And he humors all the little old ladies who like to put one arm around him while they whisper messages in his ear for him to pass on to us.

I also got to see the proposed replacement for the "jug handle," which someone has dubbed "the gooseneck." They're going to make it so you can go under the bridge and turn right on 53rd. Right now you have to pass by and it's a long time before you get to another real street, so many residents cut through a parking lot.

Sadly, the 53rd Street/Cameron Road intersection is something we avoid unless it's two in the morning because it's almost impossible to to turn left onto Cameron like we want to. But the proposal includes a traffic light, so that could be good. But will that make the Cameron road traffic back up even worse during rush hour? Maybe; it's hard to tell.

Doing this will require that they tear down the overpass that I use to cross the freeway as a pedestrian, but they are adding sidewalks to the parts the drivers use, so that might be okay too. Overall, I'm guessing I'll give it a thumbs up. If it works, this will save so much gas and pollution and obnoxiousness and confusion over the "jughandle" detour into the old airport.

I also learned that Cameron Road used to go to Cameron, Texas, a town about 70 miles northeast of Austin.

I still don't really get the point of neighborhood associations, though. Apparently what got ours started is a that a bunch of people wanted a bigger place for our library which was then in a strip mall. And they got a bigger spot in the strip mall and, 18 years later, a new library. I get the idea that we were fighting other neighborhoods for that library (because city funds are limited). And I learned a little about why there are two statues of lions out front. It's so that we can read between the lions.

They also "fought" to move the airport as the planes got bigger and louder. I didn't mind the airport being there, but I did like the t-shirts. On the front it just said "Move It" in a small circle on the chest. On the back is a view through a window to somebody's backyard. On the window sill are a nice plant and a few books behind a bookend. The book whose title you can read is something about airplane crashes. Then in the backyard, what takes up most of the view is a jetliner landing in it. Fun!

They also worked to get a new pool and a splash park in our local park. And they are pround that our neighborhood won the backyard wildlife award last year (neighborhood with the most new certifications?). And they pull weeds in the park and pollution out of the creek. And there's a garden and an annual fall festival.

And a page taped to the wall had some demographics which I've just double-checked online. Windsor Park has 16,000 people in 2.5 square miles. Only a couple hundred are members of the neighborhood association, though at one point, 500 were. The median household income is 38K per year, compared to 50K in Austin overall. We're half Hispanic, 1/3 white, and most of the rest are black, but virtually everyone at the meeting was white. The average age is 29, but, although it wasn't mostly old people at the meeting this time, it was mostly old people and middle-aged people.

Cake of the Day

Ho hum, just two colors:



Here's a close-up:



Let's get a little closer:

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Today we drew names for the secret Santa thingy.

I got an adviser, so I was able to slip my limerick into her box right after the drawing of names. That was fun.

But she's the one who doesn't like dessert.

Nevertheless, I scored. Check out the part in the "Anything else your Secret Santa should know" section: "I am very frugal and appreciate simple, low-stress, homemade or personal artifacts as gifts. Help me learn more about you! I already know and have everything on this sheet."

Macaroni art! And old socks!

Not really, but surely I can work with that. Also, she actually lists two favorite desserts: pumpkin cobbler and bread pudding. I've never even heard of pumpkin cobbler. I have heard of pumpkin bread pudding, though. Maybe I should try that recipe I've saved and see if it works.

Another interesting angle is her goal to "organize my time better so that I get more sleep."

Crochet earplugs. With macaroni.

Cake of the Day

Ho, hum. Just another cake of en entire book.

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I went home to help celebrate Mom's 70th birthday this weekend.  We just had a relaxing weekend hanging out, talking, playing games, and watching a movie and some TV.

My brother was there, and he is one of the people posting something he is thankful for every day this month (or at least until Thanksgiving).  One of my favorite things was thinking up confusing things we could post such as:
* "I'm thankful that I was able to put my foot back on" - Mom, after the cap to the leg on her ironing board fell off and she was able to get it back on.
* "I'm thankful for sixes" - my brother, on his last turn in a round of Yatzee (he actually posted that one)

Another good quote: "How do you feel about pancakes and sausage for breakfast?"  "I feel quite good about that."

Thanks for having another birthday, Mom!  And thanks for the pancakes and sausage and other yummy things.

Post of the Day

I have a special soft spot for today's XKCD,
US Space Team's Up Goer Five: The Only Flying Space Car that's Taken Anyone to Another World. It's "explained using only the ten hundred words people use the most often." (It looks like "thousand" isn't one of the thousand most commonly used words.)

Actually, multiple soft spots.  The first is because of my bias that complicated things can be explained to anyone.  Yes, technical language can help when you want to be concise among people who know, but it's not absolutely necessary.  And this comic illustrates that.

Puzzle-time: If you haven't read it yet, imagine how you would label oxygen, hydrogen, and helium tanks.

Hint: You can use the word "air" but not the word "gas."

Second, this is how I speak in foreign languages when I am getting quite good.  Because I suck at foreign languages.  Heck, I often have to speak like this in English when I'm forgetting half the words I want.

It's also funny.  My favorite: "This end should point toward the ground if you want to go to space.  If it starts pointing toward space you are having a bad problem and you will not go to space today." And there is no reason tech writing can't be amusing--another bias I have.

Cake of the Day

Most cakes don't go for realism; cute is easier. Not so with this creature peeking up from the depths:



Seems friendly. Not sure though; I want to stay back a bit.
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I met someone today who is having three weddings. First they signed the papers and officially got married here with a few best friends. Then they went to her parents' place in Mexico and got married with many, many people. Next month they're going to his parent's place in India and get married with hundreds of people. In India they will also be attending several other weddings.

Who needs Honeymoons? Or Christmas (during which they will be in mid-air on the way to India)?

They haven't decided which date to use as the anniversary they will celebrate. (Apparently they have decided not to use all three. On the other hand, she keeps quizzing him on the date of their first date and another thing--maybe the day he proposed, so there may be plenty of celebrations in the future after all.)

Quote of the Day - "The metro is by and far the most ingenious application of petroleum products, excepting perhaps those used in hospital settings to save especially sweet babies. I can't believe how many folks complain about the crazies on the bus, which do exist but have only ever made me fear for my safety once or twice in roughly five years of constant use. The crazies on the highway make me fear for my life once or twice every five minutes." - Maya at 20 Year Challenge
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It's all very fine to read about cool small houses, but after a while I sometimes look at my own house and think it needs to be cooler.

Yesterday I did two loads of laundry and two loads of dishes. Then I cleaned up my stuff around the part of the house where we just throw stuff when we come in the door. (No, it is not shaped like a basketball hoop.) I found library books and a check (for $50) among other things. I also cleaned out my backpack.

Most things went in the recycle bin or trash can. I also finally put away the "gifts" I got when I got my new air conditioner and furnace. Financial items got filed. And I added about three more inches to a stack of paper in the office that needs to be dealt with.

Today I wasn't quite ready in time to go play ultimate. So I decided to work in my "garden." I watered my flower box. I dug out all the plants between two plants where it's difficult to get the mower and transplanted some wildflowers that are bound to get mowed into that area. I don't think they're going to survive, though. I pulled out johnson grass and beggar's lice from next to the driveway and from the rose garden. I slapped at a lot of flies that looked like house flies but were biting me. I may have accidentally hurt some earthworms.

And I found my old glasses. On the ground in the rose garden. I like to hang them in the neck of my shirt, but when I bend over (say, to pull weeds), they sometimes fall out. In this case, they fell into the soft plant life, making not a sound. Stupid gardening.

I returned the library books. Then I went grocery shopping (where I forgot to get more sour cream) and remembered to bring shopping bags. I keep getting these fabric over-the-shoulder bags from conferences, so I put all but one into the other one and brought that to the store. It worked fairly well. It's hard to keep fabric bags open while loading them, but the sacker managed. And he stuffed everything into one bag, which I like. I really hate when they put only one or two things into a bag, especially when the thing already has a better handle than the bag does.

Then I cooked some taco meat with another recipe that will not be a keeper. I did two loads of laundry and a last load of dishes.

Then I went out to eat with R and two people I sort of know from ballroom dancing: C and S. C and I shared the macaroni and cheese at Z Tejas, and S and R shared a shrimp appetizer (in addition to their regular dishes). I also had chips and queso and cornbread and butter for a fully yellow meal. I still haven't found my ideal Z Tejas meal (except that it should have an apple muffin).

I might have learned more about those two today than the total amount I already knew. I still like them--that's good.

And now I've written. Who knows what other thrills await me today.

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