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Monthly Archives: November 2009
Wasn’t this Flush Your Fur Friday?
Behold my sink. To see a hairless bear, click this link. Promise you won’t get mad. Tags: daily photo, fyff… Continue Reading
This is the look that says: “Take me out, you lazy, lazy sod”…
It’s clear and warm in Brooklyn. I’m going to go out in it (again) in a little while. Got to soak up any autumnal pleasantness as I find it. For the first time in many days I’m not waking up with an immediate deadline or meeting hanging over my head. What lightness! Last night I… Continue Reading
This dessert is too rich…
Be careful what you wish for: my job which has suffered from a dearth of substantive discussion in the past (those of us on the staff, not between us and the students) has become the land of thought provoking meetings, where actual ideas are beginning to be brought forward and discussed. The net effect? Now… Continue Reading
Chop’t, my savior…
This salad is now inside me, and I am swooning with its vegetal goodness. Tags: bliss, daily photo, food… Continue Reading
WordCamp and other delights
I am one step beyond what you would call a casual user of software. By that I mean that I can just barely figure out what acronyms stand for and I’ve tinkered a bit with the code on my website. So I had to be wondering whether or not it was a good idea for… Continue Reading
Under the lash…
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Can I even tell you what I’ve been doing?
The crowd awaits the arrival of Amanda Palmer last night in Williamsburg. Ive been doing so many things in the past couple of days! Further update to come. Tags: daily photo, music, poulet sans tete… Continue Reading
Not blogging, doing….
Work work workity work work… Tags: daily photo, no time to blog, work… Continue Reading
It’s all too much as the Beatles say….
Lots happening today. I wish that I could offer up profound thoughts on Veteran’s Day, The Fort Hood Shootings, The Congressional flap over the health care bill, the results of the last round of elections or even the beginning of season three of Metalocalypse. But there ain’t nothing there when I look inside my melon… Continue Reading