Paraphrase of a message I received: “I heard the corpse flower is in bloom in a botanical garden in Colorado. It made me think of you.”
Uh… thanks, I think?
Multitasking?
Watching the Olympics. 400 M individual medley. How can they swim and sing at the same time?
Talent
Watching the Olympics. 400 M individual medley. How can they swim and sing at the same time?
Ode to a Roku box
Sullen, my Roku box
Refuses to show the content I select
It says it’s sorry it can’t
I tell it to restart
After its time-out, it relents
Better hard-boiled eggs
If you ever make hard-boiled eggs, here’s a tip you might want to try. Bring the water to a simmer, THEN add the raw eggs and proceed as usual. Adding the cold eggs to the boiling water results in eggs that are easier to peel. I’ve done several dozen eggs of different sizes and freshness since I heard of this tip, and the ease of peeling – along with the egg peeling cleanly – is greatly improved.
Some say very fresh eggs don’t peel as neatly or cleanly, but with this technique, the freshest eggs I boiled peeled easily.
Also worth doing – poke a little hole in the big end of the raw egg with something like a pushpin before putting it in the simmering water – it decreases the chance of the egg cracking while cooking.
GET DOWN OFF THAT HORSE.
Huh. Just heard a guy on the radio railing against people “standing on their high horse.” I… don’t think that’s how the saying goes. I mean, you can be up on your high horse, but you probably don’t want to STAND once you’re up there.
How a sentence is made
I have been learning about sentences from Gertrude Stein, HOW TO WRITE:
“A sentence is made by coupling meanwhile ride around to be a couple there makes grateful dubeity named atlas coin in a loan.
This is what they all do.”
(In)undating
The word of the night is inundating.
By the way, do you ever wish you could undate someone? I mean, bad date, you wish it’d never happened, you want those hours back? There’d probably be bad unintended consequences to undating. These ideas that alter the fabric of time and space never seem to end up well.
Self-portrait under waxing crescent moon
Memo to flannel sleep pants
Memo to flannel sleep pants: it is May, and we are nearing the end of flannel sleep pants season. Some of you are wearing thin in places, and some of you have been patched. Please be notified that some will be selected for retirement upon the last wearing of this season. Thank you for your faithful service and for the survivors, see you in a few months.
Sincerely, the wearer of the sleep pants.