By coincidence, Andy and I both went to the dentist today and by obvious correlation, both of our mouths are sore. I see the thing of steel-cut oatmeal that Narges mistakenly bought a while ago and declare that I'm going to make some.
He asks if that's the kind that takes 30 minutes to make and I say no, it couldn't be that long. From the other room I could then be heard yelling "30 minutes?!?"
So now is the waiting time. I'ma put maple syrup in it (sugar was not the cause of my trip to the dentist, though I can see now how you could think that).
Tuesday, September 8, 2009
Wednesday, September 2, 2009
Another Car!
In San Diego this weekend, I had to drive my coworker's rented car down to the docs to handle some "business." While there, I got a parking ticket. I have adjusted my list of vehicles accordingly (and it was a pretty sweet ride - I officially love the sport wagon body style).
Car List
Car List
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
Friday, August 14, 2009
"Stick your arm for some real fun"
We all know about the homeless man I found sleeping in my car a few weeks ago. It needed a jumpstart and smelled of hobo for days in there but just I realized it could have been a lot worse.
I'm pretty street-smart. At least, I think I am. I try to emulate my dad in negotiating the mean streets, but he's slightly more respectable and intimidating than I am (the dimples work against me in that regard... hence the beard). But when I found a syringe Wednesday on the street, I didn't know what to do. There's a high school up the street from me. I didn't want one of the kids to fall on it or something. Also, Narges almost exclusively wears sandals and I for sure don't want her to kick it with her bare toes (ahhh, bear toes!) so I had to get rid of it somehow.
But I sure ain't picking it up.
I thought about kicking it in the gutter, but the nightly streetsweeping would, with my recent luck, kick it out to the middle of the street where it would wait patiently to embed itself in my tire. I seriously considered picking it up, but looking at it puts me in a surreal mindset - it's a very odd-looking and nefarious device.
This is the kind of thing they should teach in drug education. Sure warn kids about drugs, but when you take health in college, talk about what do to if you find a syringe, or a vile some crackhead dropped on his way to or from the cluster.
I settled on kicking it into a planter box, being sure that the needle side is securely in the dirt.
Every day I walk by and look. It's still there.
I'm pretty street-smart. At least, I think I am. I try to emulate my dad in negotiating the mean streets, but he's slightly more respectable and intimidating than I am (the dimples work against me in that regard... hence the beard). But when I found a syringe Wednesday on the street, I didn't know what to do. There's a high school up the street from me. I didn't want one of the kids to fall on it or something. Also, Narges almost exclusively wears sandals and I for sure don't want her to kick it with her bare toes (ahhh, bear toes!) so I had to get rid of it somehow.
But I sure ain't picking it up.
I thought about kicking it in the gutter, but the nightly streetsweeping would, with my recent luck, kick it out to the middle of the street where it would wait patiently to embed itself in my tire. I seriously considered picking it up, but looking at it puts me in a surreal mindset - it's a very odd-looking and nefarious device.
This is the kind of thing they should teach in drug education. Sure warn kids about drugs, but when you take health in college, talk about what do to if you find a syringe, or a vile some crackhead dropped on his way to or from the cluster.
I settled on kicking it into a planter box, being sure that the needle side is securely in the dirt.
Every day I walk by and look. It's still there.
Thursday, July 16, 2009
Kitchen fun
What you'll need:
The meat off of two leftover barbecued (meaty) pork ribs chopped up... about two handfulls
Three gypsy peppers cut into pepper-sized slices
Half a can of baked beans
Half a bottle of beer
1/8 bottle of red wine
Put those ingredients in an oven-safe pan and simmer on the stovetop till it bubbles for a while.
Topping, what you'll need:
Half a red onion cut up and some olive oil - saute that in a pan till the onions are clear.
1-2 yellow potatoes shredded. Add that to the onions. Pepper the hell out of it and add some salt. Mix that a while and let the potatoes cook for a few minutes.
Turn off the soupy mixture and the potatoes. Gingerly layer the potatoes on top of the meat and beans and spread it out evenly. Put the pan in the oven, 450F, and bake for about 15 minutes till the top is crispy looking.
By now you've finished drinking that other half of the beer. Open another one and eat.
The meat off of two leftover barbecued (meaty) pork ribs chopped up... about two handfulls
Three gypsy peppers cut into pepper-sized slices
Half a can of baked beans
Half a bottle of beer
1/8 bottle of red wine
Put those ingredients in an oven-safe pan and simmer on the stovetop till it bubbles for a while.
Topping, what you'll need:
Half a red onion cut up and some olive oil - saute that in a pan till the onions are clear.
1-2 yellow potatoes shredded. Add that to the onions. Pepper the hell out of it and add some salt. Mix that a while and let the potatoes cook for a few minutes.
Turn off the soupy mixture and the potatoes. Gingerly layer the potatoes on top of the meat and beans and spread it out evenly. Put the pan in the oven, 450F, and bake for about 15 minutes till the top is crispy looking.
By now you've finished drinking that other half of the beer. Open another one and eat.
Friday, July 10, 2009
Don't mind if I do
The last piece of cake, the last beer in the fridge, the last of what was a dozen Buffalo wings? Yeah, I'll take that.
Someone cut up a strawberry scone in the office this morning. I had one of the first pieces to be claimed, then half an hour later there was a lonely little bit left. I swooped on it like a lion on an elderly antelope.
It was yummy and am glad I didn't hesitate like so many others would have.
And I didn't even come from a big family. Oh wait, yes I did.
Someone cut up a strawberry scone in the office this morning. I had one of the first pieces to be claimed, then half an hour later there was a lonely little bit left. I swooped on it like a lion on an elderly antelope.
It was yummy and am glad I didn't hesitate like so many others would have.
And I didn't even come from a big family. Oh wait, yes I did.
Wednesday, July 1, 2009
That was surprisingly easy to do
me: give me a word and i'll try to work it into the story somehowNarges: unicorn
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The nemeses of great speakers, sadly, are multiplying every day (and of course the enemies of a decent or poor speaker are more numerous than unicorn stickers at a daycare). E-mails going off in pockets, free coffee (and the associated bathroom breaks), packed agendas, ambient noises and the ability to surf the web on a phone are all taking eyes from the front of the room and concentration off the source of the message.
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The nemeses of great speakers, sadly, are multiplying every day (and of course the enemies of a decent or poor speaker are more numerous than unicorn stickers at a daycare). E-mails going off in pockets, free coffee (and the associated bathroom breaks), packed agendas, ambient noises and the ability to surf the web on a phone are all taking eyes from the front of the room and concentration off the source of the message.
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