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The whole night smells of wood smoke. Multiple fireplaces and wood stoves must be blazing. It's very unlikely there'd be a wildfire this time of year, especially after the recent rains. Still, the smell is a disturbing reminder.
I'm getting very Internet lazy. I keep going to the same sites over and over and seldom see anything new. Not that I can spare the time to look at anything new.
Those feral cats living in my yard have all the time in the world, though. I heard them romping on the roof a while ago. They never have to hunt for food. Brave Kitty and Alger have both begun hopping onto the counter outside my kitchen window, and Portia hops onto the kitchen table, and the cats look at one another through the glass. None of them seem especially pleased. In fact, Portia and the ferals give each other some very dirty looks. I keep the shade down most of the time. Kitty hatred is a terrible thing to behold.
So many dead leaves!
carocrow)
Another chapter in the continuing saga...
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Oh man! you haven't lived until you watch a Nova Kuble Indian fite marathon from 0400 until well after dawn; culminating in A deathmatch, complete with a bus driving over the corpse.
Honest. It was exhillirating. I'll tell the whole Sorrid tale when I'm stateside.
rockbirthedme)
If you're like me and are enough of a snob that you prefer to grind your coffee beans yourself, check your grinder. If you have a Starbucks Barista (beautyofgrey, is yours a Barista?) made between about 2002 and the present, there's a recall on it. Something about the safety interlock; the blade can engage when the lid is off, and there have been, I think, over 170 reports of injury. Nothing to mess around with.
If you think you have the guilty product, check out www.starbucks.com for instructions on how to send it back for a replacement. They'll send you a pre-paid UPS label; you box it up, stick on the label, and drop it off at a UPS pickup location, and they send you a new one once they have yours. Brace yourself -- depending on who you believe, the operator I talked to or the e-mail of instructions I got, it's going to take between four and eight weeks after they confirm receipt of your old one before you get your new one.
Make sure yours is one of the recalled models, because if it isn't, and you send it to them, they won't send it back and they won't replace it. It shouldn't be a problem, though -- while the site lists SKU numbers, which you have only if you still have the original packaging, the operator gave me a precise description of what to look for in terms of style.
Dear me. Eight weeks with no coffee grinder. I shall doubtless die of caffeine deprivation, because of COURSE I would never let pre-ground coffee pass my lips. Unless it was absolutely necessary, of course. Absolutely necessary. Absolutely. Necessary.
sonria)
rockbirthedme)
I have been advised by someone who's been through it that if I want to study psychology, I might want to start reading Freud. "You'll have to do it eventually." As I expressed to Middlest, Freud was very sexist, and some of his ideas were dead wrong, but the fact of the matter is that he did groundbreaking work, and most therapeutic process has its roots in his work. So. I'm reading Freud.
I decided to go with the basics, ( With a faintly amusing holiday note at the end ... )
calledisrael)i am thankful for:
coffee and my sister's homemade chocolate chip kahlua pecan pie.
my new job, which will be like a deepening and an opening up, a refreshing.
the chance to travel internationally again, which will totally awaken the sleeping parts of my heart.
the ashoka people who are out there, heroically just doing their little piece of life, making it better.
moving in january, which will be like a new beginning.
the allen hood sermon on growth through mistreatment, which nails my heart every single time.
a good and reliable car that i trust, and that i like more every time i drive it, even six months later.
a new moleskine ready to start a new journal.
greg, who teaches me resilience, perseverance, forbearance, and to allow myself to be loved.
andrea, who teaches me that everyone needs to be loved without measure. everyone.
people who are able to be humble, who have been made meek.
brian germain, who gives it all away.
my sister, who is witty and smart and so beautiful. and doesn't even know it.
beaver nuggets. (no, i'm totally not kidding.)
a community that believes in prayer, even when they aren't sure they can do it.
a few days ago i pressed something random on the keyboard and ended up enlarging everything on my desktop. the fonts were twice as large, the icons were twice as large. all of the sudden everything was just bigger. that's how i felt after we worshipped tonight. interesting.
gurdonark)8:10 a.m. arrived Crump's Nursery in McKinney, Texas. Observed tables of Christmas poinsettias and
kolanchoe. Purchased a pink kolanchoe, cost: 5 dollars.
10:20 a.m. arrived Fair Park butterfly house. Observed zebra longwings, julia frittillary and spicebrush swallowtail in an indoor two story glassed tropical facility. Observed skippers and a gulf fritillary
on an outdoor stand of flowers.
11 a.m. arrived Dallas Museum of Natural Science and History. Observed fossils of dinosaurs, giant turtles, wooly mammoth ammonite and prehistoric fish. Saw stuffed fauna of a more modern vintage.
11:30 a.m. arrived Good Records, lowest Greenville Avenue, Dallas, Texas. Observed a vast array of unheralded alternative CDs, and a vast lack of array of customers.
12 noon Lunch, Blue Goose Mexican restaurant. Lunch menu: tortilla soup for this correspondent, a huge taco plate for accompanying individual.
12:45 p.m. flagship store, Half-Priced Books, Northwest Highway. purchase: a CD of recorder songs by the Flanders Quartet. Noted: Marilyn Manson book apparently came with an intact leaf of cannabis sativa
as a bookmark.
5:30 p.m. walked dogs. Watched them watch rabbits.
6:20 p.m. ate Wasa crackers
mcfnord)Chloe and I laid on the huge bean bag where she sleeps. It was dark and quiet. The last moments before sleep can feel like sleep, as big eyes make out the contours of the room. We looked in each other's eyes for a minute or more. That never happened before. I saw her trust and hope and joy for living. I hoped it never leaves.
Some people can't or won't look into your eyes. I started asking her to do it when I knew she wasn't listening to something important. Sometimes she'd wiggle for a long time before agreeing to look in my eyes. She knows there's no more screwing around when you're face-to-face and listening.
Through the gaze I saw a few of her usual twitches, leaping off toward some distraction, drama, obsession. This is a large part of being 2. Maybe lost adults are lost in the same ways. But she came back mid-twitch each time.
In the morning she blocked me from exit and demanded that I confirm I'm her daddy. I told her a few times that I'm 'like a daddy'. This time I said I'm a friend. I met her at a young age when words were dripping from her mouth and now they're pouring out. I doubt her daddy would teach her to read, or look in her eyes and see what I saw.
I kept thinking about the lame things that crush hearts and jade people to the world. I imagined her as a teen, and wondered about her gaze then, deep in the crucibles of life. I hope they never jade this graceful gaze of wonder and hope.
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Kevin, you were right, it was because i wasn't embedding color profiles. this looks good in both IE and Firefox.
I still think it's pretty sad that IE needs the profile while Firefox and Safari don't.
duccio)
rigged game, US. 
aboutlooking)
Another dish from our Thanksgiving:
http://www.brucebarone.com/Thanksgiving
blueberries4sal)
Part of Ben's welcome home feast. (made the night before)
Ingredients
* 1 cup whole milk ricotta, drained to remove excess moisture
* 1/2 lb spinach leaves, excess moisture removed
* 2/3 cup of grated parmesan cheese
* 9 tbsp butter
* 3 egg yolk beaten
* 7 tbsps all-purpose flour (more as needed for rolling)
* 3/4 teaspoon salt
* dash of ground pepper
* 1/4 teaspoon nutmeg
* 1/2 cup of grated parmesan (to top)
Directions
Cook spinach leaves in 3 tbsps on melted butter on med-hi heat, stirring until all moisture is gone. Puree the cooked spinach.
Combine ricotta, spinach, eggs, parmesan, salt, pepper, 7 tbsps on flour, and nutmeg in a bowl and mix thoroughly. Chill for at least 1/2 hour.
Scoop tbspns of the mixture and roll in flour, shaping into balls. Drop into a large pot of boiling salted water. Gnocchi will rise to the surface when done. Lift out on a slotted spoon and drain.
Brush a baking dish with melted butter, place gnocchi in one layer and brush with melted butter. Top with grated parmesan. Bake at 350º for 20 minutes. Serve.
seraphimsigrist)Friends,
I am a little in awe of Jung's "Red Book", for the
intensity of its spiritual exploration, of its art,
its 'ultimate concern'(in expression of Tillich). It
is a serious subject certainly but yet...
"The spirit of the depth stepped up to me and said
...'Do you believe,man of this time that laughter
is lower than worship? Where is your measure
false measurer, the sum of life decides in laughter
and worship, not in your judgement...
you will recognize the supreme meaning
by the fact that he is laughter and worship...'"
Well it has a tone...I imagine somehow the spirit of the depth
stepping up to Curly Howard of the Three Stooges...well and we
need not just imagine there is at youtube I find, opening
the old youtube volume whose ever changing images delighted
my grand parents so, I find that there is a nice scene from
Spook Louder. Actually you may find the whole in longer
parts on youtube and it is a very nice one I think, in which
three salesmen of a machine for reducing come to the door of
an inventor and end up guarding his house but finding also
three spies in the house in halloween costumes and a mysterious
pie thrower
People tend to sharply like or dislike the physical farce of
the stooges, if dislike then either for its silliness or for
its cruel assumption that hitting someone on the head is funny.
Shall we do a quick poll?
Poll #1491451 The Three Stooges Poll
Open to: All, detailed results viewable to: All, participants: 30
As to the Three Stooges(expland in comments)
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A thunderclap woke me just before three o'clock in the afternoon. I looked out the window to see a splendid downpour with scatterings of hail. The fury didn't last long, and within minutes the storm had settled down to a drizzle. By dusk, the clouds broke and glowed a dusty pink in the sun's last light. A few wisps drifted near the bright, gibbous moon. Now the clouds are back and rain beats the roof for a few minutes, then quiets, then returns, again and again. It will probably be gone by tomorrow, so I'll enjoy it while I may.
woolgatheringlj)
carocrow)
Another chapter in the continuing saga...
gurdonark)
Did you ever see a ghost light? I have. They're like huge, transparent things, hovering in mid-air, colored
in primary colors. You see them above railroad tracks, on dark nights, off in the distance. They can't exist, they can't be real, and they can't be ghostly, but there they are, hovering overhead, just out of reach.
I think of lots of things the same way I think of ghost lights--amazing, impossible, and yet oddly real.
Take orchids, for example--an impossibility but a reality. The ring-tailed cat is another, as is as a deeply purple amethyst.
A wonderful holiday is much the same--unlikely assortments of people and food, linked by tradition and biological ties, somehow muddling through into an impossible but sometimes quite satisfying day.
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