(11.28.09) Pelican Confusion
(11.27.09) Spines
(11.26.09) A Jewish Thanksgiving
Yes, I've been with this many Jews before.
But the Yiddish translations are helpful
While we talk about Gleeks and turkey jokes.
And this somber moment brought to you by cancer.
It is the old Seder crowd.
Plus me, the Gentile Christian.
That is why tonight is different from other nights.
And it is Thanksgiving, La'chaim!
(11.24.09) Cheese
(11.22.09) Wearable Art
Her son, Captain Viper, is one of the highlights of my life.
(11.19.09) A Meeting of the I-Hate-My-Pancreas Club
8:39 PM Arrival at site. New territory was covered by parallel parking rather than parking next to Walgreens.
8:43 PM N makes his decision: Chocolate French Silk ice cream and brown sugar cookie dough.
8:45 PM S makes her decision: Espresso almond fudge ice cream and fudge brownie dough.
8:48 PM R makes his decision: Zanzibar chocolate ice cream and turtle cookie dough.
8:52 PM S and N barricade R in the bathroom to recreate "the good old times".
8:56 PM N inhales his dessert, delivering the final punch to his pancreas.
9:00 PM S follows suit. There is much rejoicing.
9:03 PM The photo shoot commences.
9:08 PM Club members exit the premises.
9:10 PM R finishes his dessert.
9:12 PM Members return to Wheaton. The meeting is declared a success. The future date of the next meeting is wistfully discussed. It is acknowledged that R and occasionally N will return to CDC during the interim.
9:31 PM Meeting adjourned.
(11.18.09) Pumpkins, Coffee, and Friends
(11.17.09) Stilts
(11.16.09) Avian Gangs
(11.14.09) Trains
(11.12.09) On Being Carrie Fisher
I think there are two sides of me:
Adventurer and Darth Barbie
They both have accuracy and merit.
For every face, a coat to wear it.
'Tween pink or blue, just make your choice,
With e'ry shade a different voice.
If Carrie were around to see
She'd likely scorn the Darth Barbie.
Yet, I squirm to let Pink loose
For fear of impending abuse.
(11.10.09) Love
(11.9.09) The Joy of Cooking
One of my favorite parts of my final two years of college was cooking for friends. Although I enjoyed the weekly meal that I would cobble together for my roommates, my true joy was the spontaneous decision to make banana bread or cookies or some other non-essential victual. I have missed having a crowd around to cook for and I wish that a few of you could stop by for a baking session.
Last night I was able to recreate the effect as much as is possible. During a phone conversation, my friend watched the Cowboys game and I made banana bread and applesauce. It was quite an enjoyable experience. Today, I am off to share my goodies with my crew. Food is definitely best when shared. It is the ultimate community art.
If you want to try long distance cooking, just let me know.
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