possibly the most beautiful loaf yet

hole weet.
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if wishes were hybrid cars

I wish the word heath had more reason for me to talk about it. Heaths sound romantic.

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cold brooze (updated)

I'm trying this today, with yogurt containers.

--in retrospect, I seem to be making cold-brewed coffee concentrate. this would explain the ridiculously large amount of coffee in use. alas, too late for this time, but next time I'll try this.--

Do you think that Click and Clack the Tappet Brothers get stoned before every show? It's hard to imagine how they can possibly find the exact same jokes (e.g. "You've wasted another perfectly good hour listening to Car Talk" and "Don't drive like my brother") funny week after week after year after year otherwise.

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(Update: the cold brew's pretty good! Not as good as the Mill's, but that's in part b/c I'm not using whole milk. Definitely richer than regular coffee. I'll be interested to see what my future houseguests think.

I'm also trying making no-knead bread with half whole wheat flour.

I'm going to miss the street tamales when I leave for NP.)

gauging interest

Hey, if I were to set up a mailing list so that you the readers would get an email when there's a new post up, would you want it? There would only be one email/day, regardless of the number of posts, except if there were no new posts that day, in which case no email either. And of course if you wanted an email every time there was a new post, you could have that too (could be multiple emails/day, on days like these--but usually just one or zero). Bert once said he wanted such notification. Does anybody else? Please let me know if you would like to be added to the mailing list either in the comments or by emailing me.
thanks,
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a good quotation from the Restatement Second of Torts Liability

"Good whiskey is not unreasonably dangerous...tobacco containing something like marijuana may be unreasonably dangerous."

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things I dreamt about last night

• knitting
• having my brother critique a half-written paper on the horrible eighth-circuit opinion on nebraska's no-gay-marriage constitutional amendment.
  

We went over the paper so thoroughly in the dream that I feel like it'll be a piece of cake when I finally start writing it. It's kind of cool, actually. I don't have to be consciously stressed out because my subconscious is doing all the work, via dreams and twitching eye muscles.

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C-Town

This morning, in a classic procrastinatory move, I went out in the rain, sans umbrella, galoshes, or even glasses, to nose about the neighborhood. I met up with two smiley mailmen at the mailbox and picked up a latte at my little now-competing-with-starbucks coffee shop across the street. But the major event was going to C-Town (it sounds like a euphemism, I know, but isn't), my smelly neighborhood grocery store. I've been in my house a lot in the past week, and sometimes when that happens I forget how to act in public--on this particular instance, all wet from the rain and blind from the forgotten glasses, I stood in the dairy aisle, scanning and scanning the cheeses, whispering "goooooooooooat. gooooooooooooooat."

It turns out they'd moved the edible cheeses to another aisle entirely.

Unrelatedly, the woman in front of me bought (in order of my noticing):

• about 10 doublewide boxes of english muffins
• approximately 4 large bunches of fresh mint
• two bags of radishes
• one bag of what I think were kitty treats

And while Kentucky Derby Day, and mint juleps, are merely 8 days off, that mint won't still be good in 8 days. And the only other time I've seen anyone buy that many english muffins was at my parents' for a massive eggs benedict--but surely it's not possible that another enormous family has the same tradition. And the radishes? and kitty treats? Who IS this person?

I wish I worked at a grocery store. Constant speculation, all day long.

Just to be fair, here's what I bought:

• toliet paper (by the way, in England they call it "loo-paper," which sounds funny)
  
• yogurt
• goooooooooat cheese
• two small containers of red pepper hummus
• two bags of baby carrots

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i heart science

NYT reports on directional-wagging-love-indicator study.



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no more pencils no more books

no more teachers' dirty looks. done with class forever. whee.

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my new favorite breakfast lunch and/or dinner

plain yogurt, honey, pecans. tart, sweet, texture. pecans are good. and you can break them up with your [bare] hands.

also, columbia law school, which got eaten for dinner by our basketball team tonight. go violets.

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mac-shane in the membrane

a new mac tip every day

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pee gloves

I made these gloves on my recent trip to NE with yarn I bought in Spain. They're called pee gloves because while I was at the House of Lounge, I peed, stood up, pulled up my pants, and, before flushing, and while holding the gloves in my hand, turned around to admire the stained-glass, rachel-made, dick mirror* hanging above the toilet and how beautifully it reflects one's crotch when! a glove fell in. I rinsed it off though, and it smells just fine. Plus you can pee while wearing them--easy to navigate the fasteners, although wiping might be a little weird, especially if I don't get around to weaving in those ends.

*sorry if this seems crass, but that's its name.
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so amazingly amazing

my last law school class EVA is a mere 8 days away.

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happy eggs benedict day!

To quote Madonna:

Everybody spread the word, we're gonna have a celebration [of eggs benedict]
All across the world, in every nation
It's time for the good times, Forget about the bad times, oh yeah
One day to come together to release the pressure [of not eating eggs benedict]
We need a holiday [to celebrate and eat eggs benedict].
Oh yeah! Oh yeah!


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ninjenius

www.askaninja.com

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everywhere everything everybody

is rain.

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dispatch from la maison mcshane

"This might be of interest for your blog."




other map graphics.
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today's answer (with galoshes-eating glue addendum)

no.

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[Addendum.

Bob from the Comments says:
"Hi Anne,
Hope the superglue works but I don't think it will. The glue is going to be a bit runny I think (plus it may eat the rubber, not sure). I think you might have better luck with a small tube of silicone. Something like this: This or this. {those were links}

Hope things are rocking!
--Bob"

Bob! Man, I am really glad that it didn't melt the rubber. I think that would have made "today's answer" more like a "no!" than just the "no." Anyway, I was gluing the rubber to the inside lining--I have no idea what it's made out of, but it's soft and white and very-fake-furry. It did actually seem to work for parts of it, but I just didn't glue securely enough right around the edges of the tear in the rubber, so water could still get in. I might actually try gluing it again (especially since I now know that they won't melt). Anyway, thanks a lot for the suggestions! if the superglue doesn't work I'll move on to the silicone. I really dig having you science people around, even if it was too late to stop the glue from potentially eating the galoshes. Now, I think I will go potentially eat some dinner.

Things are most definitely rockin! way to rock the science!

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today's question

does super glue fix holes in galoshes? tune in later to find out.

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r.i.p. kurt vonnegut

his obituary. his were some of the first grown-up books i ever read. so it goes.
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