Which also have no relevance in your present life, except to remind you of how silly we can be about things. My Dad was a dyed-in-the-wool Windows user and while not disdainful of Macs, wasn’t exactly accepting of them either. Since his business was built on fixing and building Windows machines, it’s not hard to understand [...] Full story...
About a month ago I woke up in a most unusual position. (Don’t be nasty, Syd.) My arms were crossed very, very tightly across my chest.
So, back in 1998 when I lived in Atlanta I somehow scrounged enough money to buy a Crafter acoustic electric guitar.
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My mother called at 7am PST today. I knew what she was going to say before I picked up the phone.
“Hi Mom,” I said.
Don’t be nasty. (Syd, I’m looking at you.)
I had a dream last night that Bayou and I were shopping for clothes because we lost weight.
The last few years I’ve had these occasional bouts of “Should I have’s”, mainly with regards to whether I should have gone to college right after high school.
I’ve been reading a fantastically interesting book called “The Code Book: The Science of Secrecy from Ancient Egypt to Quantum Cryptography” by Simon Singh.
My sleep patterns were good and steady, until this past March when Dad died.
I sleep, but I don’t feel rested.
…because I made my first pot roast of the season last night.
If you’d like to recreate this yummy-ness, here’s the recipe:
Ingredients
1 eye of round roast
1 bag of white or red new potatoes
1 bag of baby carrots
2 beef bullion cubes
1/2 to 1 white or yellow onion
Kitchen Bouquet
Montreal Steak Seasoning
2 Bay leaves
I do this in the [.
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