Month: January 2011
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Eggs For Breakfast
Our Saturday morning ritual included breakfast at the farmer’s market, the first one this winter after they moved to the senior center on Mifflin Street. Scrambled eggs, breakfast sausages, toast, mixed vegetables and fresh spinach. We took our trays upstairs where the crowds wouldn’t be so bad and it would be a lot warmer. The… Read.
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We, The People
Congressional dorkwads spent the day reading aloud from the constitution, for no good reason that I can think of. Did they think I didn’t believe they could read? Did they think I believed they’d never read it before? Did they think I would never have guessed they could pull off such a blatantly patronizing show?… Read.
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Ramen II
I followed My Darling B’s advice and planned ahead this time: I found one of those giant-sized tea cups, the ones that are big enough to bathe a cat in, at St. Vinnie’s yesterday and brought it home to run it through the dish washer because, y’know, yuck. It’s probably been handled by everybody and… Read.
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Ramen Dreams
I had the strangest craving for ramen this afternoon, and not even the really good kind you can only get in a noodle shop in northern Japan in the midst of a snowstorm. I was drooling for the kind of ramen you can only get in a brick off the shelf at your local big-box… Read.
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The Path Between The Seas
I didn’t have any trouble falling asleep last night. In fact, after my head hit the pillow I had so much trouble staying awake long enough to finish the chapter I was reading that I read the last paragraph so many times I ought to know it by heart now. The Path Between The Seas… Read.
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Sensing a trend
Tonight, we tangoed. The cats were chasing each other around like bumper cars. It’s snowing again. Work was pretty crazy. How about those Packers, eh? “There is nothing you can name that is anything like a dame!” Coffee coffee coffee. Beer beer beer. Wine wine wine. I can’t eat cheese or I’ll fart a lot.… Read.
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The Wire
B and I watched episodes one, two and three of The Wire last night. I know it’s a TV show so old it’s been off the air almost three years, but we haven’t watched television since about 2005 and that was back when we were still living in Misawa, Japan, so we’ve got some catching… Read.
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Rust
I get relatively little spam (knock wood) compared to almost anybody else I know, either at home or at work, and the little junk mail I do get is what you’d normally expect: Invitations to help the crown prince of Namibia transfer millions of dollars out of their country, guarantees to make my manhood more… Read.
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The End of the Lazy-Butt New Year’s Holiday
For the past two days I’ve indulged the hell out of myself: I parked my butt on the sofa Friday morning and have done practically nothing since then but drink coffee, read web comics, blog and read books. Just a total slug. And it was good. But things fall apart, as they say, and it’s… Read.
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Kitchen Explosion
My Darling B plans to serve a huge turkey with stuffing for dinner today and decided to prepare it by soaking it in a big stock pot filled with a mixture of water, soy sauce, sugar and various herbs. She lined the pot with a big plastic bag and asked me to help her get… Read.
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