I swear the money simply takes wings and flies from my pockets these days.
1. Pencils
2. Three ring binders. (I kept telling the kids to pick Trapper/Keeper type organizers but they say the battered old ones will do.)
3. Jeans
4. T-shirts
5. Skateboard shoes. (What ever happened to good old tennis shoes?)
6. A truck
7. A bicycle. (Actually, I haven’t bought this one yet, but The Girl has been racking up cash-able points by doing chores, so I better save up for it.)
8. Sox
9. A scientific calculator.
10. A domain name (Yes, this one.)
11. Milk (Probably shouldn’t count since I buy it constantly.)
12. Pizza
13. Sunscreen
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Last week George IV went off to Scotland at Lord Castlereagh’s suggestion for a royal vacation. When George returned, the man was dead.
It would seem that Castlereagh’s suicide was not entirely a surprise. Before the King left for Scotland he had had several talks with Lord Liverpool about Castlereagh’s behavior. In one conversation he stated that “either I am mad or Lord Castlereagh is mad.” The Duke of Wellington expressed concern, Castlereagh’s brother, Lord Stewart, “had never seen a man in such a state.”
As a precaution, “all his razors and all his pistols had been removed from his dressing room; but making use of a little nail-knife which he carried in his pocketbook he had cut his carotid artery with anatomical accuracy.” This left the King in a very bad position. Castlereagh was not just Foreign Secretary, he also ran interference between His Majesty and the rest of the Cabinet. This was not a job many men had the stomach or skill for.
For the next three days I’m going to take you down a road in Sardine Canyon, Northern Utah.
Seriously, this is a big a road as you can find outside the city limits. Any city limits. In Belize.
This is supposed to be read from right to left, top down.
So, I was pretending to myself that I was writing Suzie’s House last Thursday and procrastinated by reading 1/2 Prince (above.) If you look very closely between the second and fourth frames you will see a little translator’s note about the song Prince sings.
It dawns on me that popping over to YouTube to see it for myself wouldn’t be very hard, and I couldn’t remember how the song goes, though I am familiar with it. So I did. It took all of two minutes to find and launch.
So I’m sitting there in Montana watching a music video on demand that depicts things you don’t really see much of around here after having been sent by an amateur translation of a Chinese graphic novel which my daughter had introduced me to. In fact, it was The Girl who recommended the web site we frequent after a friend from school told her about it last Fall.
Speaking of whom, she popped into the room while the video was playing and asked what I was doing. Before I could finish my explanation she was saying, “Yeah, yeah. I did the same thing this morning when I read 1/2 Prince.”
It occurs to me none of this would in any way be a part of my life before I started “surfing the web.” Now many of my friends I met online or keep in touch with through email. I save a bundle on submissions when I can avoid snail mail. And I read Chinese literature and watch old music videos for free. Fifteen years ago? Unimaginable.
Has the internet had an impact on your world? How has it colored your life?
Today is the first day of school for both my kids.
Yayyyyyy!!!!!
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This one is from an online dieting group called SparkNet.
INGREDIENTS
1 lb. uncooked small seashell macaroni (9 cups cooked)
2 tablespoons olive oil
3/4 cup sugar
1/2 cup cider vinegar
1/2 cup orange juice
1/2 cup water
3 tablespoons prepared mustard
Black pepper to taste
2 oz. jar sliced pimentos
2 small cucumbers
2 small onions thinly sliced
18 lettuce leaves
DIRECTIONS
1. Cook macaroni in unsalted water, drain, rinse with cold water and drain again. Stir in oil.
2. Transfer to 4-quart bowl. Place sugar, vinegar, orange juice, water, prepared mustard,
Salt, pepper, and pimento in blender. Process at low speed 15-20 seconds, or just enough so flecks of pimento can be seen. Pour over macaroni.
3. Score cucumber peel with fork tines. Cut cucumber in half lengthwise, and then slice thinly. Add to pasta with onion slices. Toss well.
4. Marinate, covered, in refrigerator 24 hours. Stir occasionally.
5. Drain and serve on lettuce.
NUTRITION INFO (per ½-cup serving)
Calories: 140.5
Fat: 2.1 g
Carbohydrates: 27.6 g
Protein: 3.4 g
Serves: 18
Draining the marinade before serving keeps the fat and sodium low in this cold pasta salad.
Last week, when the theme was “ripple”, I did a set up that looked a bit like this:
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You can see the details here.
The long and short of it is that I left Jack and Jill staring into a cup full of something that is moving. This week the theme is Surprise. And here’s what made the stuff in the cup (pudding) wiggle:
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I can’t remember if this is the one or not. While walking around a Mayan temple, the tour guide pointed to a tree and said it was where allspice comes from. If it wasn’t this one, is was very similar.
“Would you quit doing that?” Ben was ready to start pounding on Gene.
For the last half an hour Gene had been sitting on the bed, staring into space looking all put out, and spinning the wheels of his skateboard. Ben was sitting at his desk with his back to the bed, but he could still hear the ball bearings clicking, and remembered Gene’s expression between glances.
“Do you like Lisa?”
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“Dear Lord,” she prays, “I can not take much more.” She kneels, hands folded, tears glistening down her face to pool in ugly pain on a thin shirt.
God wants to tell her he is tempering her, but she can’t hear him. She hasn’t been in the crucible long enough. He reaches for another trial, fans the flames, and watches.