In honour of Hallowe’en, some very creative and fairly creepy vintage costumes.
Some things in life cannot be fixed. They can only be carried.
Thinking of family always makes me sad. I won’t ever have the relationship or the comfort or the support that some other people get from their families. Even though there is nothing to “fix”, I will always grieve for that.
Who’s smarter, Scrabble competitors or crossword champs? Find out.
Does it matter if we write things by hand anymore? Some think so.
Watch this for fun [EDIT: broken link repaired and irrelevant image removed!]
I’m taking a week’s vacation from blogging. Be back next Monday, July 27 2015.
“It is very painful, I think, to be told: ‘You enchanted the world for me, you made me feel things I never knew I could, now please be normal at dinner.’ We are always saying this to people in one way or another, of course; maybe we have to.”
– Brian Phillips, “Run to the Devil: The Ghosts and Grace of Nina Simone”
I’m calling bullshit on this. There is no “have to”. You don’t have to. You just think you have to. Please stop.
Even though I’ve mainly converted to ebooks, I still use paper cookbooks.
Since I am known as a lover of ebooks and all things tech, why?
1. I am perhaps the world’s messiest cook (think of the Swedish Chef on the Muppet Show, except much much worse). Consequently tablets and smartphones and laptops come to a sticky end in my kitchen. At the very least they are pelted with flying pieces of diced carrot.
2. Even when I’m being really careful of my electronics, it’s still a problem because then a bunch of my mental energy is consumed with “don’t wreck the tablet” rather than paying attention to what I am cooking . . . which leads to carbonized pine nuts and other problems.
3. I like adding my notations into the cookbooks, and the e-reading software I use isn’t great for adding notes, let alone drawings of my preferred pattern for arranging berries on top of flans.
4. I’ve found that the few cookbooks I’ve bought on ebooks tend to get neglected . . . this is tragic because at least two of them are excellent (especially the brilliant Ratio by Micheal Ruhlman. This book is great.). I may have to buy a paper copy of that.
It’s a stat holiday, and I am taking the day off. I will return tomorrow. Cheers!