The menu, a litany of updated regional classics such as black-eyed pea cakes, was relentlessly “improved” by garnishes such as avocados and Basmati rice. The joint’s “philosophy” — since all new restaurants must now publish a justifying manifesto along with their menu — centered on the now tedious homage to “local” “organic” produce and a
“You are bored. And I’m going to let you in on a little secret about life. You think it’s boring now? Well, it only gets more boring. The sooner you learn it’s on you to make life interesting, the better off you’ll be.” https://www.nytimes.com/2019/02/02/opinion/sunday/children-bored.html More coming. Currently coffee deficient, but not currently bored.
I have no idea how a theoretical physicist living in Sophia, Bulgaria came to follow my little blog. The polite thing to do when someone inexplicably follows is to– as WP asks me to do– is “check them out” (grammatically incorrect, WP). More often than not, I move on with my life. But sometimes… you
Mr. Big Food and I will be venturing off the Farm soon. As Daughter C & the J-man no longer live here, we were forced to confront the questions, “Dogs? Farm?” So we asked Matt & Erika. OMG. Yes! There are young folk who like tea, who know a few words of Hungarian, who know
And my favorite– All from Powerline’s The Week in Pictures
If there’s an Oxford Comma, why isn’t there also a Cambridge Comma? Or maybe it has merely been overtaken by what I call the “Shatner-Walken Comma,” which runs something like: “What, do you mean, a Cambridge, comma? All you, need, is more, cowbell. And, Yeoman Rand.” Powerline’s.s The Week in Pictures Pictures coming after coffee
Any bibliophile can tell you that half the pleasure of a well-curated bookshelf is in the sorting. Sarah Rose Sharp, Hyperallergic, February, 14, 2019 This is true. There’s a whole table in the Living Room dedicated to books which I have cleaned, wondered why I had placed them in such & such a location, and
In case you were wondering– given the fact that I spoke to the sheep as if I were addressing human infants– sheep’s auditory frequency range is 100-30,000Hz. The frequency of a human female voice ranges from 165-255Hz (male voice, 85-180). So Mr. Big Food may have to elevate the frequency of his calls. I need
That’s Clyde in the foreground. Bonnie, who comes running to greet me, is more skittish once she within reach.
Because ghostsniper asked… . Tiger’s lovely three story condominium. INTERIOR: 1st story– kitchen and breakfast nook with vinyl flooring, enhanced by stabilizing brick. Split-level 2nd story– living and dining room with wall-to-wall carpet. 3rd story carpeted loft– overlooks dining room, scenic view of Big House’s back door, can serve as storm shelter. EXTERIOR: Cedar paneling
From Powerline’s The Week in Pictures. More to come. West Virginia is a beautiful state whose people are very proud.
Check it out on the biggest screen you have. It updates about every 10 secs. or so. Scroll around, too. Zoom in! What fun! And to think… soon the skies will be empty as will the map. (Though I think there’s a setting to track gliders.)
I understand. We weren’t actually together speaking of math, but Rocky & I were, so… . 77 – 29 = 48. A 48 degree drop in temperature from yesterday afternoon to this morning. More layers! And speaking of math– I witnessed the most amazing thing yesterday at the SuperLu. (That’s the SuperValu grocery in town
“Hey, Missy?” Marica asked as she approached Missy’s desk. “Sorry to interrupt, but do you have a minute?” “Sure, Marica,” Missy said slipping off her reading glasses and looking up. “I’m working on the final edits you suggested to my Epic Novel but I could use a break. What’s up?” Missy and Marica just looked
But I do have a few things to say. I watched the SotU address on CSpan– whose apolitical scenes are more politically charged than I’d remembered. Cutting to The Ladies in White while talking about The Virginia Governor was … politically inspired. My take on the general point. What’s wrong with wanting to do well?
Obviously, the best part of the game– and it wouldn’t have taken much– was the football food. It was fantastic! I especially liked the Rissole, but the wings were pretty damned good, too. It was nice of Mr. Big Food to spare me barbecued wings. These, with a crunchy bread crumb and herb topping were
Sort of makes you nostalgic for the crappy olden days of carefree football, doesn’t it?
WAN: Wild Animal Network There’s a Chuck Will’s Widow calling! He’s desperate to find a mate. I’ve never seen Chuck’s Will’s Widow. But I hear him. He’s desperate to one-up his fellows by calling early.
Everybody’s talkin’ about it! Is anybody really talkin’ about it? More to talk about! All via Powerline’s The Week in Pictures. More at the link!