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Wednesday, September 27, 2006
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Since we don't have Mr. Rogers...
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...and Picture-Picture to show us stuff like this anymore, the staph here at Fetafilter thought that you would enjoy this fascinating and thought-provoking 4 minute film about how aluminum foil is made: Find it here If that is too deep and dangerously educational for you, there is always.... the Llama song! YEAH!! EDIT - Another wonderful web resource has yielded this recipe for Spam Swiss Pie. I know what we're having for dinner this weekend! |
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Saturday, September 23, 2006
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This is what happens...
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..when a 5 year old helps you out by "cleaning up" the socket drawer in your tool box: Thanks, Teddy.
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Wednesday, September 20, 2006
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From the "Truth is stranger than fiction" dept.
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Monday, September 18, 2006
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Spinich?
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I suppose you have all heard by now that spinich has been infecting people in various places around the country with E.Coli bacteria. Something like 109 cases at this point. I was always suspicious of spinich. I do find it ironic that the company that processes and distributes the particular brand of spinich that is making some people sick, and has killed at least one person, is called "NATURAL SELECTION FOODS." How Darwinian. |
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Tuesday, September 12, 2006
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Ecclesiastes...
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.... it's sort of a funny word. I looked it up today in my Oxford Unabridged. It defined it simply as "An Old Testament book of the Bible whose authorship is attributed to King Solomon." Not all that helpful, I already knew that. It did refer me to a likely root word "ecclestiast" meaning simply "Preacher." Fair enough. I have always found Ecclesiates to be one of my favorite books of the bible. It is just so plainly spoken, almost blunt, and just so "common sense" that it sort of strikes a chord with me. The entire passage about "...a time to live, a time to die, a time for peace, a time for war,..." is so profound mostly because those things are so obvious the we generally all overlook them. The statement "when it's time..." is one that I have found myself using often in my own life, a way to calm my innate impaitence with things. I thought of this Saturday as we heard many references to that book of the Bible at a funeral service, held in memorial to the husband of a dear friend of ours. Maybe 30 minutes before we left for that service, I got a phone call from the brother of an old friend of mine. He was calling to tell me that my friend John had died a few days ago, the apparent victim of an aneurysm on his aorta. He had told a neighbor he was not feeling well, probably the flu, went into his house and died sometime later, likely in his sleep. He was less than one year older than I am. I have known John since I was maybe 10 years old. He was one of very few close friends I had in highschool in spite of the fact that we attended different schools. We were both part of that curious highschool caste of social non-entities, the round pegs that never bothered trying to fit into the square holes. Most weeks we would spend at least a few nights and part of nearly every weekend hanging at one of our houses, mostly just talking. We spoke daily either on the phone or via CB radio, all the rage at the time. That friendship endured into our adult lives, though our respective lives were very different, me with my big family and him having never married or had children. Allthough we did not cross paths often lately, he would always call out of the blue for no real reason, or just appear at our door because he happend to be in the area. He loved to talk politics, science, computers and anything else with me, the dicsussions usually lasting several hours and always full of laughter, as we long shared a similarly cynical sense of humor. I'm really going to miss John mostly because he was one of those assumed constants in your life. I always knew even if we had not talked for a year, I could call up and we would pick up like we had spoken the day before, no questions, no awkwardness, no "where have you been", no nothing. Just someone who you understood and liked and accepted, and who did precisely the same for you. You always knew what to expect. I know lots of people, but such friends are few and far between in anybodys life. Rest in peace, my friend. We seem to have had a bumper crop of funerals this year. When I told my boss this morning that I had to attend another funeral on Wednesday, his comment was; "I don't think I want to know you..." Everybody seems to have such phases in their lives and if you haven't, sadly, you will. I'm certainly not shocked by it all, but it does get a bit tiresome after a while. nothing gurantees your next breath. laugh when you can. hug your loved ones. - |
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Thursday, September 07, 2006
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Start-of-School-A-Palooza...
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Just a few quick documents from this past Tuesday which was the start of school in these parts. Andrew, being at the very beginning of his college career at UML was up bright and early on Tuesday, but that was likely because the school was offering a free breakfast that day. Teddy, being 5, was also up very early and was very excited to start on his first day of homeschooling, ever. Note the excitement on their faces! Note also the clothes Ted was wearing. Yikes. Actually, he grabbed those shorts out of a bag of clothes someone gave us, and loves them because "They're just like what Jamie wears!" Thanks, Jamie. Anyhow, by 7:00AM Andrew was gone. The rest of the crew was a bit slower getting started that morning, and were not up by the offical "be up by" time that mom had set. So she unleashed her secret weapon! That's a harmonica he's holding. He marched into everybody's room, blowing into it in that special way that only a five year old can. That got them out of bed, does it every time. Raymond was smiling, but a bit sluggish. Tess was just chipper, if a bit light sensitive. She was so excited that she made certain to wear her "WOOT" shirt for opening day. Chaz was so tired that he dozed off at breakfast, and was saved from a nasty head injury only by the cushioning effect of his half-eaten cranberry muffin (homemade, of course). Check out Tess in that picture also, she is in fine form. Chaz must have gotten bored with school work at some point, because I found a bunch of pictures like this on my camera. Somewhat unrelated to school work, or perhaps because it was comming up, Mrs. A has become a minor home-improvement cyclone. Lots-O-painting going on around here these past few weeks. In the past she has suffered from a very rare and strange condition that would cause her to choose paint colors that looked great in the store, but that somehow would magically transform into a shade of purple only moments after being put on the wall. After all, how could a color called "Strawberry whip fizzle" end up purple? The best doctors in the country were at a loss to explain it. So this time she chose to play it safe, and shift to a green-based color palette. Even today when I arrived home from work there she was, brush and can of "Sun-Bleached Litchen" semi-gloss in hand, painting away. Don't get in her way if you know what's good for you. |
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Saturday, September 02, 2006
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Happy (slightly belated) birthday
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The day passed without it being mentioned, but on August 6th Fetafilter offically turned 2 years old! Exploding onto the blogging scene, Fetafilter hit the ground running that day in 2004 with two hard-hitting posts, first by Markie:
Then Cass:
From that moment on, there has been no looking back. While there have been a few changes to the format over the years, the current "Old No. 7" graphic design has been the most popular and enduring. It is the work of Markie VDH a most talented artist-type from the deep south and recent transplant to Mass. Having noticed the passing of this milestone, I just spent maybe an hour perusing the archives, starting from the first post. It is a fascinating document of the flow of people and events around and through our lives. There is everything here: political and theological commentary, weather reports, (slightly suspect) relationship advice, travels, goofy pictures, biting sarcasim, funny stories and just plain nonsense, laughing, crying, engagements, birthdays, deaths. And most everything else in-between. What a truly wealthy guy I am. Happy Birthday Fetafilter! |
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