Ipod dock from binder clips

via not martha.

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if only we could all age so gracefully

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everybody celebrating Obama's victory

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Africans celebrating Obama's victory

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coolest headline ever

Obama Wins Omaha, NE Electoral Vote

Obama, President, Fondateur

From this site.

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Obamaha

Obama might get Omaha's 1 electoral vote.

I'm so proud!

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netflix and beer

now has "watch instantly" movies for mac.

in the good-idea-that-didn't-occur-to-me-category: drinking draft beer is greener than drinking bottled.

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I Voted Today

I stood in line for an hour and a half to vote in Precinct 38 this morning. It was my first time to vote for President actually in Nebraska--the other three times I voted absentee. I could have voted early, by mail or by going to the commissioner's, but I wanted to do it in person, at the polling place, I wanted to stand in line. When I left, there were still as many people waiting to vote as there were when I got in line--I estimate 60. At 9:45 am, I was the 89th person to vote , and at the last election, at my precinct, a grand total of 160 people voted. For some reason, Precinct 34, which also votes at the AV Sorensen Center in Dundee, had a very short list of registered voters and no line whatsoever.When I get in the booth, I always get nervous that I'll accidentally vote for the wrong person. I'm pretty sure I didn't.

The folks behind me--a mixed race couple and their voting-age son--provided an enjoyable eavesdrop, until they realized that they were in Precinct 34 and could skip to the front of the line. The mother, who was white, was exhorting her companions about how important it was to vote, and how she had seen on tv that Bush had stolen the past two elections and she wasn't going to let that happen again. The woman's son kept warning her that she should be quiet, because the Republicans might "jump" her, a possibility she viewed with enthusiasm. When the son said that he wanted to go home and have a bowl of cereal, or at least go sit in the car and wait, his mom told him that too many people had died for him to get the vote, and besides, "Can't nobody come get you when it's time."

I think the mother, along with several other people in line, distrusted the election officials. The guy who kept coming along and inviting Precinct 34 people to jump the line was met with skepticism. At least one person told him he was perfectly happy to wait in line. And the first time the guy came along, the son behind me asked his mother if she knew where they were supposed to vote (hoping that they were 34 folks)--she bridled in response and said, "Of course I know where we're supposed to vote! Right here!" It was only the second time that the guy came by with his Precinct 34 speech that she got her card out to check.

All very exciting. I don't know how I'll concentrate today.

Folks waiting to vote, view from inside the polling place.

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bushels of acres

Also in the potentially helpful I-had-no-idea category:

How much is a bushel? I was envisioning a bushel as one of those baskets you put apples in at apple-picking places. Not so. It's much bigger: 2,150 cubic inches, which is about as helpful as "a bushel". More helpful, if you're a baker: a bushel is approximately 42 pounds of flour, so if you imagine 42 of those 1-pound sacks of flour, you can see that a bushel = a lot. All this information comes from this site, which notes, helpfully: "The average person may never actually measure anything in terms of a bushel, but having a basic understanding of this form of measurement may certainly help city folk during that next visit to the orchard or farm." Also it will helps me understand the $19.99 for a bushel of apples sign on Leavenworth St. (a lot of apples: 42-48 pounds-worth). This is confusing, because it appears to be both a volume metric and a weight metric, but I guess 44 pounds of apples takes up approximately 2,150 cubic inches. I think it would be cool to start measuring things in terms of bushels, say, when moving: I guesstimate (my favorite form of math) I have about 150 bushels worth of stuff, give or take. Next time I move, I'll try to remember to measure it.

And an acre? Well, I was interested to discover that an acre is a measure of area and therefore does not require a particular shape. Similarly, a "square foot" need not be one foot by one foot square--it could be a rectangle with some fraction of a foot on one side and a foot plus a fraction on another side--or it could be a nonrectilinear shape altogether. An acre is equal to 43,560 square feet. For you sports fans out there, it's about 76% of a football field, or 100% of a football field minus the end zones and about 9 yards from one end. A square 40-acre parcel (e.g. "40 acres and a mule") is 1/4 mile by 1/4 mile. The other way to get a good idea for this is to go on to your county assessor's website, look up a property you're familiar with, and see if the acreage is listed.

Happy measuring.

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loan v. lend

This is something I did not know. Lent is the past tense of lend. Loaned is the past tense of loan. I always hesitated at lent, believing loaned was proper. Lend-lent has a bring-brang, mend-ment tend-tent, feel to me, I don't know why--it's not like there isn't send-sent, bend-bent, rend-rent, or that I thought lend-lended was right. But loan, the verb, is historically incorrect (although it's considered correct in the US now). Here are the rules, from bartleby.com:

USAGE NOTE: The verb loan is well established in American usage and cannot be considered incorrect. The frequent objections to the form by American grammarians may have originated from a provincial deference to British critics, who long ago labeled the usage a typical Americanism. Loan is, however, used to describe only physical transactions, as of money or goods; for figurative transactions, lend is correct: Distance lends enchantment. The allusions lend the work a classical tone.

Happy Tuesdays, all.

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p.s.

as you can see over there in the corner, I'm trying to rebuild my een per dag habit.
If you want me to take on a weekly theme, let me know, and feel free to suggest themes. I guess we'll see if anybody's still bothering to read this ol' blog.

DIY

I am now the world's foremost authority on troubleshooting thermostats. I still don't have a working one, but I have determined that fault is in the thermostat, and not in the installation. And I know how to put one on upside-down, even.

debutante

A colleague and I will be talking about Legal Aid of Nebraska, foreclosures, and other consumer-law issues on tv tonight for a local public-access show called the Latino Perspective (channel 22).

Omaha

For the first time ever, I will be voting in a place where my vote might actually change something.

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everlasting cookies

I made these cookies tonight. Really, I started making them three days ago. Then the butter softened for a day, and then the dough sat, as the recipe insists, for another 36 hours. Also, I used only regular flour, ghirardelli chocolate chips, and, for the first time, my own vanilla extract. I tried to make them as big as they say (generous golf balls) but maybe I just don't play golf enough. I got 30 cookies, whereas they got 16 for the same batch. And they're still plenty big and taste pretty good. SH, my roommate, declared them the best she'd ever tasted. I don't know if I can say the same, but maybe my tongue is exhausted from all this working out I've been doing.

Mine don't look like this, but who cares:


Mine are not so flat. The salt-sprinkled on top is genius.

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wild rumpus

Lulu and I have a couple of new roommates, as aforementioned. Here's one of them in action.



Meet Bernadette, aka Birdie, everyone.

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i am done with this book:

do you want it? It's ok. The fontsize is too big and the ending's disappointing, but I'll mail it to anyone who wants it.

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p.s.

I feel like I have done Alaskan architecture and J&B a disservice by forgetting to mention that unlike a lot of other buildings there, their house is beautiful.





Also, there is this cool museum:





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the post hoc couch report

So, Alaska was sweet,


I saw a moose,



I supported insulation with my head under a house on stilts (sadly no picture), I learned about the importance of getting water away from the house and how to make a trashcan into a rain receptacle



and the miracle of abandoned cabins that can somehow support life (due to the raspberries growing on top)


and cooking in shoprooms.



I also learned a ton about aurora borealis. They are made by SOLAR WIND (electrons spewed by the sun at us) hitting our ATMOSPHERE (electrons colliding with neon and oxygen gases make green and red lights) and traveling in our MAGNETIC FIELD (hence the waves). An electron can bounce back and forth from one pole to the other and back in 2 SECONDS. Sadly, I didn't get to see an aurora, but I spose that's yet another reason to go back--I plan on March '10 --anybody with me? I'll have some more pictures up from AK shortly.

Despite the fact that I have not felt the call to knit since tank tops became weather-appropriate clothing, Alaska inspired me to knit a whole scarf, which you see here before you. And although I pshawed the idear of an 8-foot scarf, including tassels (a first!), this here baby's accidentally longer than 8 feet. Which is longer than the panels of insulation I supported with my head.




In other news, the Em-Ms had a baby too (I'm so proud!):


And man! still more to report: Yesterday was my first Ice Cream and Charity Goat Social, in which various Omahans, one Lincolnitrix and one Minneapolitrix consumed my free, hard-won-essay-contest ice cream and raised enough money for possibly three goats! There are pictures from that too, but not at the moment. Much gratitude especially to SWT, without whom throwing a party would be a ton more work and less fun, and upon whose initiative the Charity Goat half of the Social was born. And of course MRG: she wins my Most Dedicated Socialite, Having Traveled the Farthest. Good work, everyone. Truly above and beyond.

Finally, Lulu and I have some new roomies. SH and her golden dude, Bernadette, are moving in tomorrow. I think it will be the best 6 weeks of Lulu's life (if not mine too).

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furthests

This is, according to my half-assed internet research, the furthest north, beating Savonlinna, Finland, by 3 degrees latitude, and the furthest west, beating Seattle by 100 degrees longitude, I have ever been.

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dispatch from the northern 1

14 hours of travel, and! I am here in Alaska, and, true to summer form, it is chilly and the sun don't set (more or less). Frankly, I don't quite understand how they do it here in the winter--it's August, and last night I slept under one sheet, one down blanket, one quilt, and two wool blankets (and was wearing two shirts, a hoodie, and a down vest). But it might be worth a trip to find out--B tells me the 30-below, outdoor parties are somehow wonderful. Anyway, the trees here are pointy, the squirrels small, the water conserved, and the dogs snuggly. B/c of permafrost, underground water pipes, tanks, and septic tanks are not possible, at least out here in the woods. So, J&B have enormous water tanks inside their house (in the room that is currently serving as kitchen, living room and dining room, pending some remodeling). They pay by the gallon to get the tanks filled, so there is not a huge amount of flushing going on. Water pressure is provided by a balloon inside their (also in-house) water pump. Alaska is curiously reminiscent of West Africa in that it is not the buildings (at least, beauty-wise--mechanics-wise they are fascinating) but the people and the environment that attract. The DIY culture is palpable. J&B are electrifying, insulating, and dry-walling approximately one-third of their house all by themselves. Also, the squirrels do shrooms--I haven't seen that yet, but I'm told it's pretty easy to tell the difference between a tripping squirrel and a nontripping squirrel.

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NE makes the NYT

Link. Ainsworth, mentioned in the article, is about 5 hours northwest of Omaha, and 3 hours northeast of North Platte. It's also two towns over from the infamous Bassett, the present home of Dr. J.C. Frankly, the article is as cheesy in places as the Lincoln Journal Star is constantly. But the coolness of wind turbines, now producing 1% of the energy used in Nebraska, apparently, can't be denied.
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to-day

Today is Flag Day. It is also Lulu's first birthday! So far she has celebrated with some forced (by me) sleeping in and otherwise completely normal breakfast routine. But yesterday she got to go for a long walk AND meet a bunch of people at both my house and L&EMM's house AND run around off-leash AND eat sticks. So, perhaps the real celebration was the last day of her first year.

Anyhoo, here are some photos from this morning of my long, skinny, lanky Lulu.






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I took this photo for Een Per Dag, but something else bumped it off that day (RLY, a real woman). Anyway, this is a stairstep in my parking garage. Can you see the woman's face in it? It's almost a profile. There's a brow, a forehead, an eye, hair, and a nose and mouth, sort of. This picture is a little blurry. But I see her every day, four times a day, if I look. I wonder what her name is.

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HAIR HAT

Must be seen to be believed.

and yesterday!

I ran this!

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you tell me.

How's a person supposed to live in a city without an afghani or an ethiopian restaurant, hm? how?
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on buying stuff

There is something about moving that seems to result in the acquisition of more stuff. I get rid of stuff, then I move, then I buy more stuff right after the move. It doesn't even necessarily have anything to do with the new house. It did in New York, since that was the first place I lived after I sold all my housing accoutrements and went bopping about the planet, but not really in North Platte, or here. I guess I have reached the limit of house-necessities for a place this size (except for maybe a couple of sawhorses and a door for an adjustable work table, which maybe I can get on freecycle or craigslist. oh and a frame for my diploma). In North Platte, I was externally limited by the fact that all the stores there suck. However, that didn't seem to stop me from buying plenty o' Wal-Parts crap or lots and lots of garage sale shopping.

This time around, I have been trying to limit this phenomenon, to pretty much no avail. All the stores in Omaha do not suck. With the exception of two slip-ups, however, I am keeping a good lid on buying stuff I don't need (or so I reassure myself) (except for cloth).

Weirdly and wonderfully, the most expensive thing I have been wanting for the longest time (other than a car and a house), a digital SLR, just fell in to my lap in the form of a long-term borrow--so I feel good about the temporary freeness of that. This also frees up my mental purchasing power for a sewing machine (not yet, but soon, soon, my precious) and a (I am so excited about this) digital-radio-ipod-alarm-clock. I can wake to the dulcet tones of NPR and put away clothes (a task that seems to haunt me) and sew on my future machine to the dulcet tones of whatever I want. I hope once I get the sewing machine there won't be anything else that pops up as a critical purchase.

If anybody has any sewing machine recommendations, or pos/neg opinions regarding particular features of her own machine, I'd be glad to hear them. I have an antique sewing machine now, which works ok but is very heavy and not particularly versatile. It is fine if all I want to do is sew straight seams. If I want to learn to do any fancy quilting or sew zig zag lines, as all the patterns seem to call for these days, it is not fine. I think I am going to put off the SM purchase for a while, but I'm going to work out which one it'll be in the meantime.

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I ran this

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Lulu chasing her tail

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o! ma! ha!

Well, folks, I like it here in Omaha. It is a nice combination of midwesterly chilled-outness and big-city options. One thing I liked about Lincoln that just didn't happen in New York was that it was easy to see people and we can and do at the last minute. Omaha shares that quality. Like New York (and unlike North Platte), Omaha has some really good restaurants and cultural events (although it obviously can't match NYC in depth or breadth). And while my Lincoln social scene has been pretty stagnant for the last ten years, and NP had no social scene to offer at all, young, interesting folks in Omaha are new to me, plentiful, relaxed, and easy to meet. In NYC, the friend options were actually too plentiful--it required a ridiculous amount of extra effort to see people again that I liked but had met only once, plus most people there already feel like they have so many people to see that they don't have time to make new friends. Things were a little different at the beginning of law school, but it quickly fell into that pattern. In Omaha, especially if people are from Omaha, they seem to appreciate new faces. I like it.

And yeah, work's fine, good people, challenging, what-have-you. My place is nice. I need a roommate though. And Lulu and I have been going to obedience class. Obedience is still elusive, but it's worth 6 thursdays to try to catch it.

I'll try to post a little more often here. I've been really excited about the per-dag blogs recently, but I do have a bunch of photos that didn't make the EPD cut that still merit a look (I think, anyway).
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new blog

http://haikuperdag.blogspot.com

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April 4, 2008 held much for my camera. I think the sun, warmth, easy trip to Lincoln, and the blooming weekend all combined into a happy, photorific day.

Oh for an apostrophe. This place marks my turning spot on Dodge.


I love old mail shafts. The one in my new office building's got this handy reminder on it. I infer from Mr. Zip's pigmentation that it's patriotic to be red. Alcoholics and Native Americans rejoice!


Some views from my parking garage:

buildings:


buildings, including handy dandy Douglas County state courthouse:


buildings, including handy dandy federal courthouse (boring building at lower left):


Male pattern building:


Various street circles:



Leaving the garage, this is the view on my back porch, all ready for three little kittens. It's hard to imagine who else might sit there so primly, all in a row:



A sign that could serve many purposes:


A sign with maybe fewer purposes:


More signs, I guess. These, pizza related:




The Future Farmers of America were in Lincoln last weekend, I surmise. I find this amusing but I can't really say why:


Some stripey jeans, passing by:



And a flock of funnily lit bar photos.

How to make a button and other useful facts

Here's how to make a button. Watch it, it's funny.



Other Useful Facts:

Tierney is the dog-park kid.



This bucket has a hole in it.



I am approaching the end or the packing, only to look down the barrel of unpacking.


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the last week begins

This time, for HDL, notes on top.

I actually washed the ice trays before I packed them. (I suppose this may still be news to someone out there--I am moving to Omaha on Sunday [same job, different office]).


Adjectives that seem to suggest more than pizza:


Breakfast at Penny's. Tasty, and friendly, but not so easy on the estomago. They throw sugar packets at you when you read at the bar (minimum of two people at the booths).


A North Platte (the river) walk,



accompanied by my dog friend.


At what they call "the rides" at Cody Park.




NP's version of Japan's naval flag.



There should be more of these in parks:


Cody's a pretty good park: a river, "the rides," elk, geese, various playgrounds, frisbee-golf, camping, and outdoor fireplaces. Plus, or so I've heard, gay men are free to gather there at night! Poor things, they have to go somewhere. NP does not strike me as a particularly gay-friendly place. I like its parks though.

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