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... I am trawling Atlantis

but I've still got both hands on the wheel

10/26/09 01:08 pm - Gwynn!

Sorry I accidentally hung up on you... your number isn't showing up on my phone, so I can't call back. :-(

7/2/09 03:00 pm - Brilliant idea:

Nutella s'mores.

Shockingly, Google reveals I am not the first person to think of this.

1/12/09 10:22 pm - Saving lives, one load of laundry at a time

Hospitals can drastically cut down on the spread of infection within and outside the hospital, at small cost, by providing personnel with freshly laundered scrubs, yet most don't. [link found at Arielle's other blog] This should be common sense and the fact that it isn't is staggering. Why bother with laundry? We'll just give everyone antibiotics! WHAT COULD GO WRONG?!

If you knew you were going to have to be in a hospital and had some freedom to choose which one, this would be something to ask about in advance.

12/25/08 03:17 pm - To-morrow shall be my dancing day

To-morrow shall be my dancing day;
I would my true love did so chance
To see the legend of my play,
To call my true love to my dance;

Sing, O my love, O my love,
This have I done for my true love.

Then was I born of a virgin pure,
Of her I took fleshly substance
Thus was I knit to man's nature
To call my true love to my dance.

Sing, O my love...

In a manger laid, and wrapped I was
So very poor, this was my chance
Betwixt an ox and a silly poor ass
To call my true love to my dance.

Sing, O my love...

Into the desert I was led,
Where I fasted without substance;
The Devil bade me make stones my bread,
To have me break my true love's dance.

Sing, O! my love...

For thirty pence Judas me sold,
His covetousness for to advance:
Mark whom I kiss, the same do hold!
The same is he shall lead the dance.

Sing, O my love...

Then on the cross hanged I was,
Where a spear my heart did glance;
There issued forth both water and blood,
To call my true love to my dance.

Sing, O my love...

Then down to Hell I took my way
For my true love's deliverance,
And rose again on the third day,
Up to my true love and the dance.

Sing, O my love...

Then up to heaven I did ascend,
Where now I dwell in sure substance
On the right hand of God, that man
May come unto the general dance.

Sing, O my love...

[Selected verses. This carol was recorded at least as early as 1833, but may be significantly older.]

10/8/07 03:52 pm - portrait of a lady

Emily Jordan Folger

9/10/07 11:50 am - Announcement

I lived with visions for my company
Instead of men and women, years ago,
And found them gentle mates, nor thought to know
A sweeter music than they played to me.
But soon their trailing purple was not free
Of this world's dust, their lutes did silent grow,
And I myself grew faint and blind below
Their vanishing eyes. Then thou didst come---to be,
Belovèd, what they seemed. Their shining fronts,
Their songs, their splendours (better, yet the same,
As river-water hallowed into fonts),
Met in thee, and from out thee overcame
Because God's gifts put man's best dreams to shame.
— Elizabeth Barrett Browning, Sonnets from the Portuguese XXVI

"Talk demands that people should begin, as it were, at least at some distance from one another, that there should be some doors still to unlock. Marriage is partly the unlocking of those doors, and it sets out on its happiest and most prosperous voyages when it is launched on floods of talk."
— J.B. Priestley

"Those are the only marriages that work—where you say to hell with it, and hurt three or four dozen people, and tell fifty more to go to hell, and then move out to Nevada or Alaska, or Brazil. If you don't do that, you're not really married."
—Mark Helprin, "Because of the Waters of the Flood"

John and I are extremely happy to announce that we are engaged. There are no plans to move to Alaska at present, but you never know.

9/2/06 10:55 am - paging dr. house

"The other physicians know little of the arts; they resort to friendly, pleasing, charming words; they advise people with breeding and fine words; they set forth all things at length, delightfully, with distinct differentiations, and say: Come again soon, my dear sir; my dear wife, go and accompany the gentleman, etc. I say thus: What wilt thou? I have no time now; it is not so urgent. ... They have made fools of the patients that they are completely of the belief that a friendly, affectionate manner, ceremony, ingratiating ways, much ado, constitute art and medicine."

--Paracelsus, The Reply to Certain Calumniations of His Enemies

10/27/05 07:51 am

"I have lost all sense of home, having moved about so much. It means to me now--only that place where the books are kept." --John Steinbeck

7/27/05 10:14 am - Summer salad

1 1/2 chicken breasts
1 head red leaf or romaine lettuce
a couple of handfuls baby spinach (raw)
a bunch of red grapes
1/2 of a red onion
2 pluots (or plums if pluots cannot be had)
1 tomato
large quantities balsamic viniagrette salad dressing (or olive oil and balsamic vinager as you prefer)

Marinate chicken breasts in balsamic viniagrette dressing if desired. Grill the chicken breasts (I used a George Foreman grill.) Cut them up into strips or chunks.
Wash all the fruit and vegetables. Tear up the lettuce. Cut each grape in half (not as time consuming as you might think). Chop pluots, onion, and tomatoes into reasonable-sized pieces. Combine everything in a large bowl. Eat. As you eat, make sure to combine the fruit with onion and/or drag it through the viniagrette dressing to set off the sweetness with sharper flavors. Which is the whole point of this salad.

You can of course do a vegetarian version by omitting chicken.

Serves about 4.

6/16/05 10:47 pm - Stoats, vowels, and the Welsh language

Me: The mouse [in my wall] is driving me crazy.
Me: At least... I hope it's a mouse... o.O
J: Does it go 'cheep, cheep'?
Me: No.
Me: That would make me think it was a bird.
Me: What I am afraid of is that it is a rat, or maybe a badger or weasel or stoat.
Me: What is a stoat, anyway?
J: Some sort of rodent, isn't it?
Me: Apparently it is like a weasel, but bigger.
Me: aieeee!
J: Ummmm... o u?
Me: And sometimes y and w.
Me: Otherwise, where would the Welsh be?
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