to buy an electric kettle that breaks and has to be thrown away, or
to use a less-efficient stovetop kettle?
to buy an electric kettle that breaks and has to be thrown away, or
to use a less-efficient stovetop kettle?
I keep clicking on the "Play Store" icon though I don't want anything from there. I guess my brain sees the word "Play" and thinks "Fun" so tells me to click it.
Woke too early this morning. Gave up on trying to go back to sleep. Boiled water. Got out the blue bowl to make Cream of Wheat. (Blue, vs. white, is important for detecting the difference between the Cream of Wheat and the bowl.)
We buy the store-brand generic cream of wheat when it's available, but when it's not we get the original brand. Generic comes in a bag. Today it was the box, thus the brand-name version. On which I expected to see the black chef in the puffy hat but of course he's gone.
The Cream of Wheat man and the Quaker Oats man who reminded me of Captain Kangaroo were the companions of my childhood breakfasts. Along with my dad, who cooked the cereal and served it to me.
As an adult, now, I understand the historical reasons why the black chef was problematic--though if he were introduced now, when chefs are idolized, wouldn't he just be a Betty Crocker type of personification of the brand? It seems less trustworthy now that no one is on the box to vouch for it.
It's amazing how many of the sites telling you how to make acorns edible first give complex instructions involving hammers or advising caution in the use of serrated knives. Such clever and resourceful people, apparently ignorant of the existence of a nutcracker--in spite of the very famous eponymous ballet that is well-publicized every Christmas season.
coda: I found that tannin leached out effectively from the broken acorns that I threw into the still-warm leftover pasta water. Was it the starch? The salt?
Ground some up with flax seeds in the blender and added it to bread-machine bread this morning. Though honestly, I don't think I had enough acorn to affect the taste.
Spurred on by success, I have extracted perhaps a dozen more acorns into pieces. They are now soaking in cold water, awaiting the next time we cook pasta.
I did make acorn flour a few years ago, enough to add a quarter cup at a time to whole-wheat bread. It did add a nice flavor to the bread.
Different years yield different quantities of acorns. This fall is a mega-acorn season. We joked about needing to wear hard hats while walking to avoid being bonked.
Acorns are all over the place.
Starting to dwindle with approaching winter though.
One last carrot remained in the fridge. I sliced it into long ovals then looked for humus. No dice. So, poured some yogurt into a ramekin and added:
Our house is a hand-me-down sinkhole; our hand-me-downs go back decades, and swirl around in bags and the back of closets. This vintage sweater turned up on one of my daughters a few months ago. It looks like the cerulean sweater Andy wore in "The Devil Wears Prada".
I'd previously assumed the famous* cerulean sweater monologue was just a well-written illustration of how fashion works. Now I wonder if this hand-me-down is evidence of an actual Cerulean episode in fashion history.
Even though the label says 'Lands End' not 'Casual Corner'.
*Just search for "cerulean sweater devil wears Prada" and you get results like
https://youtu.be/vL-KQij0I8I?si=TEd8rpEaxvvubRFA
I had less luck finding whether the monologue was based on any actual example.
from this month's AAA Magazine AAA Explorer, "A Tale of Two Cities" by Don George:
"On a dusky April evening in Kyoto..down a cobbled alleyway framed by weathered wooden buildings. The plangent plucks of shamisen strings floated from a screened second-floor room..."
My spouse said "plangent" was an unusual & not modern word, likely confined to the Oxbridge crowd or equivalent.
I was willing to accept it was just a word I didn't know the meaning of until I looked it up.
Bookmark here for rant on the outrageous pricing of CPAP replacement parts and the annoying method required to order them.
Puppies make even scam letters more charming:
From: Bill <noreply@agssl.co.in>
To:Hello,
My name is Bill Wood, I am a Doctor and work for different prominent hospital, I came across your email address through an email surfing Affiliated with the US chamber of Commerce and My late Grandma was a puppy breeder, She died about 4 months ago and she left 1 Female English Bulldog,1 Male Chihuahua,1 Maltese and 1 Female Yorkshire Terrier before she pass a way one of the Female puppy recently had a litter 3 puppies, They are so adorable,Due to my job as a Oncologist will not allow me to take good care of these babies. I would have love to take care of them myself but due to the nature of my job i do hardly have time for my self, So i want to find them caring & loving parent who will take good care of them and willing to adopt,if you interested in having one of them Please contact me as soon as possible and be specified with the puppy you want English Bulldog, Maltese,Chihuahua and Yorkshire Terrier) and I will email you with the full details on how to go about adopting them.
Looking forward to your prompt e-mail
Bill
I did reinstall X on my cellphone a few months back, then read and wrote some tweets. The place is definitely less fun.
After Musk pledged $45 millions to Trump, I pulled X off the cellphone again. And I added "Not Tesla" to my todo list entry of getting a battery backup for the house.
So today:
2024-07-23: thinking of designing stationary that says
on the envelope (or at the top):
and somewhere in the margin of the writing space:
Let's be retro: I've got a new pen!
[which led to:]
2024-07-23: I miss aerograms.
From סֵפֶר שִׁירַי / רחל בלובשטיין - פרויקט בן־יהודה (benyehuda.org)
צְרִיחוֹת שֶׁצָּרַחְתִּי נוֹאֶשֶׁת, כּוֹאֶבֶת
בִּשְׁעוֹת מְצוּקָה וְאָבְדָן,
הָיוּ לְמַחֲרֹזֶת מִלִּים מְלַבֶּבֶת,
לְסֵפֶר שִׁירַי הַלָּבָן.
נִגְלוּ חֶבְיוֹנוֹת לֹא גִלִּיתִי לְרֵעַ,
נֶחְשַׂף הֶחָתוּם בִּי בְּאֵשׁ,
וְאֶת תּוּגָתוֹ שֶׁל הַלֵּב הַכּוֹרֵעַ
יַד כֹּל בִּמְנוּחָה תְּמַשֵּׁשׁ.
We learned the Hebrew verb תְּמַשֵּׁשׁ as in
יַד כֹּל בִּמְנוּחָה תְּמַשֵּׁשׁ
I don't think there's a single English word for that. It means that thing you do when you're testing fabric between your thumb and index finger.
So here is my rough translation of the poem.
If Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid were made today, fans would insist on a love scene between them.
OK, a love scene between Robert Redford and Paul Newman would not be anything I'd object to. (Had it actually taken place. Please don't AI it, that would be icky.)
My point is, we enjoy watching buddy films whether or not the buddies are lovers.
Tumblr fans insisted that the Good Omens Angel and Demon be romantically in love, instead of grudgingly good buddies after Millenia of being thrown together. Angels don't have sex. My Renaissance Art History professor taught us that. Angels are too beautiful to be gendered. There's nothing under their robes.
A storyline doesn't need an erotic connection for a buddy to risk his life or venture into Hell to save his friend. Buddies stay together for years through the ups and downs of each other's love affairs.
Buddies banter. Buddies have fun.
Don't delete them.
Growing up, we always put out the flag for U.S. holidays, so long as it wasn't raining. (Flag etiquette is against leaving a flag in the rain. [Especially when your flag is cotton and its flagpole wood.])
I've continued that custom, with the same U.S. flag from my childhood.
Flag day is special, because it is only about the flag. Nothing else.
Elegant in its simplicity.
Yesterday I learned that all cars have a built-in alarm to let your neighbors know when you have sat on your keys.