Monday stuff
All day I’ve been writing an epic blog post in my head, and now that I’m sitting here at the computer screen with a bit of time on my hands, I’m having performance anxiety. :P
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This morning on the way to work, Rusty and I stopped at LottaFrutta. We drive by there every morning and always say we should go, and I’ve read nothing but good things about the place, so this morning we made a point to finally go. And it was awesome!! I’ve definitely found my new favorite place in Atlanta. I’m still thinking about the fruit cup with yogurt and granola I had this morning. There just aren’t many places where you can get really good, fresh fruit quickly and for a reasonable price – and certainly not at this quality! I chatted with the owner for a minute before we left, and she said that’s exactly why she opened the place – to fulfill what she was looking for and could only get all the way out on Buford Highway.
Before we went inside, when we got out of the car and were walking down the street, it just felt like one of those perfect moments. A beautiful day and I was with Rusty and everything was great. We watched some mockingbirds scuffle over a bite of food. Sometimes I think it would be great to live in that neighborhood, but I love our house and I know I can enjoy all the different parts of Atlanta without actually having to live there. But ever since the first time I went to Cabbagetown in 2005, I’ve just had a special feeling for that part of town. Of course, being with the person I love helps as well. And I think part of it is, some moments bring back a feeling from early 2005, when I hadn’t been in Atlanta long and was discovering lots of its treasures, but had been here long enough that I’d gotten past a lot of the rough stuff from 2004. I love it when I can recapture that feeling. I want to maximize those times and that feeling.
Back to Lottafrutta – in one corner, there was an “Energy Lemon” and I had to take a picture of it. The owner caught me in the act and was giving me a funny look, and I said, “I had to take a picture of your energy lemon.” She said, “That’s okay,” and I wondered if I’d committed a cultural faux pas. Probably not, but you never know.
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Saturday was our housewarming party and it was a success. My mom was up for the weekend and had a good time. I’m still thinking about the delicious deviled eggs we made, and I think I’m going to make deviled eggs out of the 6 eggs leftover from the various cooking endeavors.
We definitely want to have people over fairly often – why not take advantage of our wonderful deck, back yard, and grill? But next time, people need to not leave the back door open! I get eaten up by mosquitoes enough as it is, even with mosquito repellent on and citranella candles and torches all around – I don’t need them inside the house, too! (And I don’t even want to talk about what would happen if a cockroach were to come inside. I would FLIP THE FUCK OUT, because that shit is NOT ON.) I will say, though, that even though they blatantly ripped off the WebMD logo, this BiteMD stuff does help after the fact.
At the party, Nikki pointed out that we have two pine trees in the back yard that are perfectly spaced to accommodate a hammock. As far as I’m concerned, this is going to become a top priority.
Sara’s Coca-Cola cupcakes were amazing, and she has posted the recipe on her blog.
My mom took a bunch of pictures and I still need to get them off my camera. I’m going to finally upgrade our DSL speed sometime this week after my most recent payment goes through, so after that, it shouldn’t be such an ordeal to upload pictures to Flickr. So, I don’t yet have pictures of the party to post, but I do have a picture of me with a weed that was taller than I am:
It grew in about 6 weeks in a corner of our back yard.
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The woman who did the renovation on our house (I would say “the seller,” but since we bought it in January, that seems a little dated now) came to the party, and she was telling me all about what the house looked like when she bought it (mostly because I kept prodding her with questions). I find it fascinating. I asked if she would send me “before” pictures, and she was reluctant, saying that usually when people see the before pictures, they like their house less. I find that really bizarre. If anything, I would think it would make someone like their nice renovated house more. My mom told her I was used to it because I grew up w/ parents who renovated houses, so I saw the whole process. That seemed to make her feel better about it. I need to email her a reminder. Anyway, one of the things she said was that they built out the dining room onto what used to be part of the porch. (They did a fabulous job with the floor, because you cannot tell AT ALL where the original hardwoods end and the new hardwoods begin.) That would mean the original dining area was tiny! Barely enough room to fit any kind of table, much less one that would comfortably seat four people. She also said there was a door from the kitchen into the middle bedroom (what we made our bedroom). Trying to picture everything, it seems like this was a really weird house.
I’ll post the before pictures when I get them. For now, Google Maps shows a blurry version of the house in its pre-renovation state, and the porch does indeed wrap around:
I’m glad they got rid of that big stupid shrub in front of the living room window.
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Speaking of things you can see on Google Maps…
Here’s the aerial view of where my birthday photo shoot took place:
Street names are cropped out since there seems to be some sort of urban explorers’ code of ethics in that regard, although if you really want to know where it is, it’s not exactly hard to find out.
You can track the path of a utility easement for as long as there are treetops to be cut away to accommodate its presence. I followed it for probably longer than I should admit.
And one of the places I followed it to was this, in Clayton County. What the hell is this?? It looks disgusting!
I can only assume (hope?) that it’s a sewage treatment plant or some other waste water facility?
Back in Dekalb, there’s what appears to be a giant dirt lot, right beside “Lake Charlotte,” which appears not to have any water. Or maybe the dirt lot is the former lake?
Shifting gears, Google Maps also has a (blurry, not so great) pictures of an early 1960s condo building that I love, and that I fear might not be long for this world, given all the development going on in that area. Here’s Brookwood Forrest:
One of the condos is for sale – $85,000 will get you a 2/1 in a prime location. Parquet flooring has never endeared itself to me, but I could deal…
Besides, look at those original features in the bathroom!!
I’m dying to see what the kitchen and bathrooms looked like in our house prior to the renovation.
Here’s another condo building I love, this one built in 1950 according to the MLS Listing where I got the following photos. This building is on 26th St., right behind the Mellow Mushroom where we used to play trivia. Every time we would go to trivia I’d see the place and think what a cool building it is.
If I were single and buying a place by myself, these are the kinds of places I would have given serious consideration.
I used to not much care for 50s and 60s architecture, but in the past several years it has grown on me. Sure, some of it is crap; but there’s also a lot of really neat stuff. I think my resentment toward the “urban renewal” from which many buildings of that era were borne colored my perception and made me not able to appreciate the unique features in those buildings. It’s not the buildings’ fault that they replaced something older and probably very cool in its own right. And it doesn’t mean we should continue the cycle of knocking it all down and starting over every ~30 years or so.
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I’m going to wrap this up and keep this post relatively upbeat. This is only a smidgen of everything that’s been typing itself out in my head all day long. I don’t have the energy right now to write a screed about why I’m annoyed with pretty much everybody in my former feminist Blogdonia haunts, not to mention the bullshit happening on Tumblr right now. And I feel like I should save my post about my constant underlying fear of Something Very Bad Happening for another day. (The truth is, I’m scared to write it at all.)
Vignettes
I’m taking a sick day from work today, because I knew I would be spending two and a half hours at the dentist (but my ordeal is finally over!) and would probably want to sleep afterward. I’ll be doing that as soon as I finish eating my soft lunch. I feel requisitely guilty about missing work, but Rusty reminded me that I have a ton of sick days, so I shouldn’t feel too bad. And he’s right; I hardly ever use sick days. (When I got the flu in 2006, I was a contractor, so those days off were all unpaid.) Back in 2005 when Ryan was my boss, he forced me to take some days off to use up some sick days.
My dentist has a satellite radio station that plays 70s music. Usually it’s good, with occasional really bad exceptions. The last two times I’ve been there, I’ve heard the Allman Brothers’ “Ramblin’ Man.” Every time it gets to the line, “I was born in the back seat of a Greyhound bus / Rollin’ down Highway 41,” I can’t help but think, “Wow, what a mess that must’ve been.”
If I feel better today after my ibuprofen-induced nap, I might go to Ace Hardware or Lowe’s and get some flowers to put in containers on the deck. So far the begonias out front are doing good. Fortunately for me, the birds seem to like the window basket outside my office window. On Saturday a female house finch was hanging out in the basket, and this morning I spotted a mockingbird pulling out a piece of the fiber of the basket for nesting material.
On the deck, I’ve seen a baby cardinal being fed by its father. And in the big pine tree in the front yard, I’ve seen two baby chickadees, which are even cuter than adult chickadees.
Also, yesterday there was a cat orgy in the back yard. It was two cats having sex and another one watching, so really more like voyeurism. At one point the voyeur cat looked up and, I don’t know if he could see Rusty and I watching from inside the kitchen, but his expression seemed to say, “What are you looking at, sickos?” Then he went back to watching the other cats have sex. Rusty suggested I get my Kodak Zi6 camera and record it. “What an auspicious start to my video making,” I said, as I went to get my camera. But the orgy was over by the time I made it back.
Finally: if you were at Sex 2.0, don’t forget to take the survey! We need your feedback. There are only 18 responses so far but 166 of y’all were there… come on!
Sunday night
Inspired by this post and this post, I was all motivated earlier to settle down tonight and write a post about my history of being on the internet. But then I got so upset w/ myself when I was struggling to plant the begonias in the window boxes, and yeah I know, not a big deal… but for some reason the past several days have just been an emotional rollercoaster to me. So, I don’t know if I’m in the right frame of mind to blog. And yes, I know maybe my blog has sucked lately – all daily tweets and del.icio.us links. Occasionally I write blog posts in my head but they don’t see the light of day. It’s also true that I have less time for blogging now. But I guess if I were really really motivated about it, I’d find a way to make time. That episode at the end of February just took the joy out of it for me, though; it hasn’t felt the same since. I’m hoping I’ll get the blog itch back soon. I mean, I’m scheduled to be on a panel at BlogHer, so I better do some blogging! But so far… I just haven’t been able to get there.
I am ready for the house to be totally unpacked and settled. Maybe I’ll also feel better (the whole emotional rollercoaster thing) once that’s done.
Tomorrow I’m working from home because Chem-Dry is coming at 8:00. I hope I don’t get antsy/lonely. If I do, I guess I’ll waste time, gas, and money and drive to the office. We’ll see.
Computers
I have too much old computer detritus (or “collectibles,” depending on how you see it) that for some reason I just can’t bring myself to get rid of. I’ve never been a pack rat. I like the occasional purge. I do hold onto things that have personal, sentimental value for me – the stuff that doesn’t necessarily have monetary value, but can’t be replaced if lost. Why do I hold onto these last remains of my former pretty-big computer collection? I haven’t *used* them in any way in years. I simply tote the boxes around w/ me whenever I move, and shove them in another closet. But do I really need an entire box of Localtalk connectors? This stuff is taking up space, and while we have more of it at the house than at the apartment, we don’t have a ton of it to waste.
I guess part of me thinks maybe one day this stuff will be even rarer than it is now, and… then what? I don’t know. Old stuff is cool. Scarcity makes for interestingness. Plus, I believe it’s important not to erase all traces of where we’ve been – and esp. w/ technology, since it changes so fast.
And yet the fact remains, I *don’t* have space for this stuff.
[Originally posted on my Tumblr, and then I realized, hey, I ended up writing enough to constitute a real blog post! So I'm cross-posting it here - and shortly the RSS feed will be imported to my Tumblr, to complete the infinite loop.]
The Yardbirds
I’ll hide most of this post behind a “more” link because there are a ton of photos and I realize that not everyone on the internet has a super-fast connection. Here are the birds we’ve seen so far in our yard at our house. Most of them have come to our feeder, except for the robin and mockingbird, which don’t eat seed anyway.
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Web stuff and domesticity
At around 6:45 this morning, my sites hosted on Dreamhost were hacked, for the second time. Nothing major (just some spam links hidden w/ display: none) and I restored backups w/ no problem, but I think it’s definitely time to find a new host. I would’ve done it sooner but was just lazy. I’m thinking of going w/ PowWeb; does anybody else have suggestions?
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On Saturday, we moved our furniture to the house. And when I say “we,” I mean Rusty and his friend Matt. So Saturday night was our first night sleeping at the house. Yay! Except, I woke up Sunday morning feeling like death warmed over. I’m convinced this is due to the air in the house, especially the bedroom. On Twitter, Aspasia suggested that we could be kicking up dust and other crap due to moving. Then Nikki noted that paint takes a long time to “off-gas” (that was a new term to me). I’m betting it’s a combination of the two. I’ve always been very sensitive to air quality, so for me, paint fumes + possible dust != happy.
Low-VOC paint… if only I had known!
Last night we slept w/ a fan in the bedroom and it helped a little, but I still felt crappy – sore throat, kind of dizzy, lethargic. I’ve felt a little better at work today. I knew staying home wasn’t an option, as that would only exacerbate the problem! Tonight we’re going to look for an air purifier and a ceiling fan. And hopefully I won’t have to sleep in the living room for weeks. :P
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While languishing in bed yesterday, around 1:00 I heard a bunch of loud noises from above. In my half-awake state I thought, “Must be the crazy upstairs neighbors again.” Then I realized, “Oh wait, I’m at the house; we don’t have upstairs neighbors.” So I thought, “Maybe there’s a squirrel on the roof.” But the noise didn’t let up, and I thought, “I can’t imagine a squirrel being that loud.” So I sat up in bed and opened the blinds – and holy crap, it was snowing! Big fat flakes that were actually sticking.
WTF?? Where did that come from? It was in the 60s on Saturday!
I got out of bed and took a picture from the living room window, too.
(Side note: I love the house across the street, the one w/ the red car parked in front of it in this picture. It’s just such a perfect little 1950s house.)
A lot of the snow had melted by this morning, but there was still a good bit on the lawn – and ice on the roads. We drove to work very slowly. There are still patches of it around, but it’s mostly gone.
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Despite getting sick, I am VERY happy to be closer to being totally moved into the new house. There’s still some stuff at the apartment – kitchen stuff, clothes, and most notably, Puff and Stuff – but we’ll be moving it over the course of the next few weeks. I’m looking forward to being settled, because right now everything is in flux and I feel very jostled; I can’t find anything, nothing’s organized, etc. But even with the furniture just scattered all around in no logical order, the house already feels more like a home. I’m looking forward to getting everything put in the right spot and just relaxing in our home – not to mention working on the yard. We’ve already seen a ton of birds; once we get more feeders, a bath, and some shrubs w/ berries they like planted, it’ll be a bird paradise.
House updates
Bedroom painting is done (except for a few minor touch-ups which I’ll do tomorrow or Wednesday).
My office/pole studio/guest bedroom painting is done, as well. I finally have a yellow room!
Curtains will be up shortly.
Monday reflections
Yesterday Rusty and I finished painting our bedroom. It looks great! I’ll post photos soon. There are a few tiny places where we have to do touch-ups, but it’s 99.9% done. Next we’re going to paint the guest bedroom/my office/pole studio, and that’ll be all the painting we do for a while. Eventually I might paint my bathroom, but I haven’t decided for sure yet. Rusty’s going to wait to paint the kitchen.
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Thanks to everyone who has commented on my capitalism post. So far, there have been no conclusive answers, as none of the more vehement anti-capitalist people have commented. I did learn that Daisy and I are more in agreement than I thought! Please keep on commenting.
Speaking of commenting, last night I was thinking about how in the past year or so, I’ve had dramatically fewer comments than in earlier years of blogging. But I also know that I comment less on other people’s blogs. I make a conscious effort to comment on posts I like, even if it’s just a generic “great post” – because I want people to know I’m reading. But I feel like I’ve reached a saturation point where it’s hard to keep up with all the social media stuff and be as engaged online as I’d like. Offline obligations and a million other things get in the way, plus there’s just more content than 2-3 years ago.
So to all of you out there… yes, I’m reading your blogs, and yes, I’m enjoying your posts, even if I don’t comment as frequently as I used to.
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An anecdote I’ve been meaning to share:
On my mom’s birthday, after she left Gran’s house feeling lousy, she met up w/ Crystal at the cemetery, to visit my dad. It was the first time Crystal had been to the cemetery since the funeral. They started talking about wondering if the dead can see us and hear us talking to them. They decided to ask for a sign… and since my dad always liked to pick up pine cones in the backyard, they said, “Dick, if you can hear us, drop a pine cone.” And a few seconds later, a pine cone fell out of a tree. They were a little freaked out and said, “Okay, that could’ve been a coincidence. Dick, if that was really you, drop another pine cone.” And a few seconds later, another pine cone fell.
I don’t have many opinions on the afterlife or whatever you want to call it, other than to say none of us know what will happen. Maybe nothing, maybe something we can’t imagine. And yes, this whole story could be nothing but fortunate coincidences interpreted to meet a need. But too many people have too many stories about connection with the dead. I just don’t know. And, going back to a conversation with Jenny, this is one case where I don’t need to have a definitive answer. Because there isn’t one.
I told Crystal, if the dead can see us, I hope they can’t see us all the time. I do value my privacy in the bathroom and such!
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Saturday was SoCon09. I made 80 additional buzzword Bingo cards and handed them out to people, and generally they went over well and everyone had a laugh. I met Kwanza Hall and he asked what he was supposed to do with the card; J said, “We’ll get together and I’ll explain it to you.” We talked for a few minutes before I knew who he was; when he handed me his card, I said, “Oh, you’re Kwanza Hall!” He said he was glad I recognized his name and didn’t think he was a building. Heh. Though I have to admit, the first time I saw “Kwanza Hall” on a banner outside a building downtown, I did think it was a building.
Yes, during the morning sessions, there was a fair amount of snarking on Twitter. And yes, most of it was because the speakers were saying ridiculous things and the audience didn’t have much of an opportunity to engage. I always worry about balancing snark with, well, everything else. And Sherry’s post is a good one. I am certainly not one to look down on someone because they don’t “get” social media the same way I do. Hell, there are plenty of people who call themselves social media experts who feel VERY differently about it than I do!
But I do stand by this tweet from Saturday: “Snark w/ my ATL old-school blog pals is too fun. It’s half the reason I come to these things anymore. Also, bc @sherryheyl rocks. #socon09″
I’m not feeling particularly articulate and I don’t know how much of that is due to me hitting my head on a storage shed at Lowe’s yesterday, and how much is just that I feel rushed typing this and can’t think of how to say what I want to say. I was going to say, “More and more, I feel that these social media conferences aren’t really for me.” But that’s not entirely true – because if I go to them to hang out w/ friends, then they certainly are for me. And, I led a session Saturday afternoon and it went well overall. The recorder cut off at some point during the session; we don’t know how much got recorded and how much didn’t, but I hope we got most of it, because I think I actually said some smart stuff.
I feel like too often, I never say all I want to say in post-mortem conference posts, if I even write them at all. I often threaten to write more and then never do. Maybe it’s because I can never find the right words. And yet, there have been times when the right words come spilling out, easily, when talking to someone in person. Maybe this is just one of those things where I need face-to-face communication.
Other SoCon09 wrap-up posts, for your edification:
Sundries
(Am I the only one who always reads “sundries” as “sun-dries,” like the plural for sun-dried tomatoes?)
Been busy w/ work and the new house. Hate saying something like that because it sounds so cliché, and also because I hate when people use “I’m busy” as a go-to excuse for everything. Hello, everyone is busy, it’s nothing special.
Anyway, here are some summaries of what’s been happening.
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Monday I went to the Feminism2.0 conference in Washington, DC, with Ren. The subject matter and issues discussed were not new to me, but overall it was interesting and I’m glad I went. I liveblogged the following sessions:
- Feminism on the Move – Where we were and where are we now?
- Media and Culture: Feminists and the Media – Speaking Out
- Bloggers and Activists: An Intimate and Frank Conversation
I also posted a few photos on Flickr, many of which show the linkfluence node map thingy that was blowing everyone’s mind. I thought the top 30 list was pretty neat – and that’s all. Such things should be taken with the appropriate serving of salt. Or to put it another way, Technorati rankings are not character judgments.
Predictably, there are now conversations ensuing about who was “excluded,” and it’s driving me batty. I really try not to get all “snarky tech geek” on people, but this isn’t an issue of exclusion/inclusion. And honestly at this point it seems like there’s no pleasing some people. As I said at Renee’s, if WOC bloggers are not highly ranked by algorithms like that, it’s likely because of a lack of interlinking, which may happen because WOC bloggers feel that other feminist blogs are hostile environments and therefore don’t link to them. This is not condoning anything, it’s a straightforward explanation. Example: if you make your blog private, it’s not indexed by Google. That’s just the way the internet works.
Frankly, I’m sick of these conversations because they always seem to be Oppression Olympics and too often it seems like people who don’t understand the way SEO works are making outrageous, spurious claims. And more and more, I get a sense of people not wanting to be proactive, but rather just passively snarking about how everything is so unfair.
And I hate that saying that makes me sound (to some, perhaps) like the assholes who deny that privilege exists; the people who, when someone points out an instance of white privilege, male privilege, hetero privilege, whatever, take it as a personal attack. I can’t STAND those people! I hate that there seems to be such a dichotomy set up, though, that you can’t have a legitimate critique with being painted as identical to those people. And I’m afraid it will make people not listen to me when I raise legitimate critiques (e.g., exclusion of sex workers’ voices; myriad instances of male privilege and institutionalized sexism, especially the “unintentional” kind). -Of course, the corollary to that is, if people can’t make a distinction between a legitimate critique and passive snarking, that’s their problem; but we all know that common sense is not so common.
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SoCon09 is tomorrow. I’m glad Rusty and I are going this year; we went in 2007, but missed it last year in favor of going to PodCamp Nashville. That turned out to be a mistake, because PodCamp Nashville sucked. We still had fun in Nashville and the rest of the road trip, but seeing all the tweets and liveblogs from SoCon08 made us realize we’d chosen the wrong unconference for that weekend!
I’m leading a session tomorrow called “Online Etiquette: How to Balance Your Personal and Professional Image Online.” I didn’t pick the name. The session was already named and Sherry “assigned” it to me. I would not have used the word “etiquette” in this context, because to me that belongs in a completely separate discussion, and I’m bothered by the way the two are often conflated. But, I plan to bring that up in the session! Hopefully there will be some good discussion generated (and hopefully I won’t end up with a massive headache). If it’s anything like my BlogOrlando session, I’ll be pleased.
And, I have an order in at Office Depot for 80 more Buzzword Bingo cards. Josh initially prodded me; J motivated me and offered to chip in to help pay for them! Nik offered twenty bucks, too. So I’ll give the people what they want! There won’t be a formal game or anything, but it’ll be interesting to see how many Bingos people get throughout the day. ;)
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Progress is being made (how ’bout that passive voice!) on the bedroom at the new house. The first coat of paint is complete and we’ll be putting the second coat on this weekend.
I feel like we’ve been very fortunate w/ this whole home-buying process. Everyone has been very nice to us. We’ve gotten gifts, for crying out loud!
From Stacia, our agent:
She also gave us two types of birdseed, a card, and a Lowe’s gift card.
The home inspection company made postcards with a picture of the house, the address, and “Just Moved” on them; and return address labels with a picture of the house.
Last weekend, we discovered champagne and chocolates in the fridge, from the seller:
And last night, when I went over to the house there was a package on the doorstep…
It was from the listing agent. It’s a stained-glass bird!
The bird is actually their logo, but it doesn’t look like a logo. (Rusty and I have discussed how this is very smart marketing.) They gave one to the seller at the closing, and I guess after finding out that we’re “bird people” they decided to give one to us, too. It was a really nice surprise.
On a geeky note, I should mention that I uploaded some of the closing pictures to Facebook, and immediately friend requested and tagged most of the people in this group shot.
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New favorite recipe: Macaroni and Cheese with Cauliflower, from Real Simple Magazine. It’s really more of a casserole. Rusty was skeptical at first, but after he made it, all the skepticism was gone. It makes enough to feed a small army. After we ate a bunch of it the first night (photo is of my first serving only), we made six individually packaged portions and put them in the freezer. We ate the last of it yesterday. Maybe we’ll make some for our eventual housewarming party.
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Not sure if I ever blogged about this, but Rusty posted a really fascinating interview with his great-aunt Jane, who was working at Grady Hospital the night of the Winecoff Hotel fire in 1946. She ended up taking in almost all of the bodies at the morgue. This is the kind of priceless history that is imperative to preserve.
If you’re having trouble viewing the video, try upgrading your Flash player. You can also download the file and watch it on your desktop.
After watching the video a few times, I had a dream that I was in the Winecoff Hotel fire, only it was happening now, and I knew in advance what would happen, and there was a social media conference going on at the Winecoff (Tessa and other Atlanta social media people were there), and I kept trying to convince the people on the upper levels to get out now because the fire was slowly coming up the building and I knew the people on the higher levels wouldn’t be able to escape, but they were all nonchalant and ignored me.
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Am I becoming old and boring because I post about things like recipes and painting the bedroom of the house my long-term partner and I just bought? Hey, at least I’m not posting photos of my kids and blogging about the cute things they did today. Stop me if I ever get to that point! (Probably moot because I don’t plan to have kids – but of course, I reserve the right to change my mind.)
Oh yeah…
So btw, we bought a house Thursday!
I need to take a picture of the sign with the “SOLD” topper, before they take it away next week.
Today we put a coat of primer on the walls in our soon-to-be bedroom. We’re going to paint it a maroon color that matches the bedspread and I think will be very cozy.
Tomorrow afternoon I’m heading to DC for Feminism2.0, but Rusty’s going to get started on the first coat of real paint.