i had some bad dreams last night. i mean really bad, waking up and laying there crying bad. it happens sometimes. often there is some supernatural element to the dream (ghosts, monsters, etc.) but last night it was about the war and terror and all that is wrong with our current reality only twisted and […]
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did a lot of great yard work today…
did a lot of great yard work today, the house looks great! man, if only i could have more 3 day weekends, i could get so much more accomplished. well, we must make the most of the time that is given to us.
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sometimes i lay in bed before getting up and dream up the ultimate computer network for our house. it involves a computer-run media center, many redundant terabytes backup drives and a big networked laser printer.
what can i say about this book? it's a lovely memoir of julia child's arrival in paris, her journey learning the language and discovering her life's passion in cooking.
the whole story is special to me, having grown up watching her show on television. mrs. child taught me a great many things about cooking (including the fact that mistakes are okay) and her warm, engaging style comes through in the text. i could hear her warbly voice in my head the entire time i was reading.
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