strawberry newtons
are so good. what could be better? oh yeah, chocolate. mmmm, sticky chocolate kahlua cake with generous cream cheese icing. i think i need a bib just to type that.
a couple of days ago i had a long-hair panic attack and i wanted to cut it off right away. i'm over that for now. haven't yet decided on a chop date.
so nick was having trouble with his bike today. the chain was apparently coming loose in one spot. like, a link was coming undone and the chain would fall off repeatedly. they called me and ever suggested that i come down and take a look with them and attempt to be of assistance to the process of bicycle repair they had going. so i hopped on to see if i could duplicate the trouble they were having, and managed to completely snap one segment of the chain. and then it was really cold so i went back inside.
well whaddaya know... i just made a new friend. a cat in fact. orange (i think :-P) and white striped, with a significant notch in his right ear. i went to crosspoint for a meal, and i was too early. or actually, i was 10 min late, but it still hadn't started. so i was sitting out in the cold whistling and this cat came out from behind a bush. eventually he worked up the courage and crossed the road and we made friends. anyway, he got distracted and went away to stalk a raccoon who was patroling the area, and i went to eat. then, lo and behold i saw him again behind the forestry building on my way back to the dorm. he seemed moderately pleased to see me. at least he seemed to remember who i was. oh wait... i'm not an animal person. what the heck?!? i'm into reptiles, not mammals!
well. dead week approaches. woot.
i have pictures i want to post now, so this post is over. besides the word of the day. or should i say word of/for last month?
gaucherie \goh-shuh-REE\, noun:1. A socially awkward or tactless act.2. Lack of tact; boorishness; awkwardness.
If you find yourself sitting next to an obviously prosperous guest at a dinner party and your host introduces him (it will be a him) as a "successful barrister", you will be guilty of a gaucherie of the crassest kind if you exclaim: "How fascinating! If I promise not to call you Rumpole, will you tell me about your goriest murder trials?" --Nick Cohen, "Don't leave justice to the judges," New Statesman, December 13, 1999
a couple of days ago i had a long-hair panic attack and i wanted to cut it off right away. i'm over that for now. haven't yet decided on a chop date.
so nick was having trouble with his bike today. the chain was apparently coming loose in one spot. like, a link was coming undone and the chain would fall off repeatedly. they called me and ever suggested that i come down and take a look with them and attempt to be of assistance to the process of bicycle repair they had going. so i hopped on to see if i could duplicate the trouble they were having, and managed to completely snap one segment of the chain. and then it was really cold so i went back inside.
well whaddaya know... i just made a new friend. a cat in fact. orange (i think :-P) and white striped, with a significant notch in his right ear. i went to crosspoint for a meal, and i was too early. or actually, i was 10 min late, but it still hadn't started. so i was sitting out in the cold whistling and this cat came out from behind a bush. eventually he worked up the courage and crossed the road and we made friends. anyway, he got distracted and went away to stalk a raccoon who was patroling the area, and i went to eat. then, lo and behold i saw him again behind the forestry building on my way back to the dorm. he seemed moderately pleased to see me. at least he seemed to remember who i was. oh wait... i'm not an animal person. what the heck?!? i'm into reptiles, not mammals!
well. dead week approaches. woot.
i have pictures i want to post now, so this post is over. besides the word of the day. or should i say word of/for last month?
gaucherie \goh-shuh-REE\, noun:1. A socially awkward or tactless act.2. Lack of tact; boorishness; awkwardness.
If you find yourself sitting next to an obviously prosperous guest at a dinner party and your host introduces him (it will be a him) as a "successful barrister", you will be guilty of a gaucherie of the crassest kind if you exclaim: "How fascinating! If I promise not to call you Rumpole, will you tell me about your goriest murder trials?" --Nick Cohen, "Don't leave justice to the judges," New Statesman, December 13, 1999
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