Height of irony: I wore an Oscar Mayer Weinermobile jacket while listening to Joel Salatin speak at Broad Appetit. Hope the photo missed it.
Odd dream last night: Watched a falling satellite get shot down by a missile. Sorry, Rosslyn: it landed on you. Oddest part: I was jogging.
At Broad Appetit today, saw a utilikilt: http://tinyurl.com/6pfyoy IT WAS AWESOME AS ALL GET-OUT.
Oh. Ate grasshoppers today. Nothing to write home about. Not too mundane for twitter, though!
Back from Broad Appetit with @mogrify and the fams. Tons of fun. Rain and wind, but still a lot of fun. Wish I could disco nap, but… kids.
Oh sad. Lucy cut all her hair off.
Getting ready to experiment with kefir waffles. Keefles?
Found out a friend is opening a sushi take-out restaurant in WBG. Awesome.
The Columbia Guide to Standard American English on... →
The Columbia Guide to Standard American English says (p. 156) that it’s “down the pike,” and not “down the pipe.” Of course, they also then say that “down the pipe” is equivalent to “down the drain,”…
Thing I learned today: The plural of “fife” is “fifes.”
Hear 2.0: "It doesn't have a Wienie!" →
The accents and afterthoughts make all the difference. See, too, Jared Spool’s “fairy doors.”
Researching whether the big pile of sand in our backyard is safe to go in the sandbox.
Comfortable has an expiration date, and it was probably six months ago.– Creative Isn’t an Adjective
Getting ready to work offline all day, except for customer service pings from Sarah.
Fleetwood Mac makes me think of *you*, Donovan T. Maust, official Junior Year Roommate! Hope you and your lovely family are well!
Working on some interface stuff; wondering when I’ll get to see Travis’s new tattoos.
With the showers that just passed through, we’ve got lots of tree frogs crawling up the glass doors and windows. Love this time of the year.
Just Like Heaven just might be the best song in the history of humankind.