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Dirt Draws Kids
Kate and I had our third (fourth?) spring garden class in Oxford on Sunday, and our guru revealed his double-wall polycarbonate cold frames, planted with lettuce two weeks ago, now completely bursting with wall-to-wall red and green lettuce. I am not a vegetable fetishist, but… well, I guess now I am a vegetable fetishist. That…
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Help, O Internet!
Kate has had some good luck asking a question into the wind, so I thought I’d try it here to see what happens. My big, black, and greasy 1977 BMW R100/7 sidecar rig won’t start. Turning the headlight switch all the way on results in a high-pitched whining noise from the headlight relay located on…
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The MacGuffin for the Guerilla Drive-In is almost ready.
The MacGuffin for the Guerilla Drive-In — that is, the secret AM transmitter that participants have to find, in order to get the Secret Access Code — is almost complete. My friend and across-the-street neighbor Harold Ross took some photographs of the shell yesterday. He has an awesome studio nearby, where a single push of…
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Beardyman
Francesco, this one’s for you, in response to the New Yorker article you clipped and sent me about Patrick Leigh Fermor, than whom we’ll never be cooler. Oh well:
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2007 Guerilla Drive-In: on the way!
I’ve been getting ready as fast as I can for the 2007 season of the Guerilla Drive-In: soldering together the AM transmitter, replacing the battery on the motorcycle, writing the FCC (no kidding!), etc. I had planned on having everything in place, then sending out an announcement to the (about 400) folks that had asked…
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Here’s where I blog about my GI tract, and reference eighties movies
At almost exactly 9:30 PM on Sunday night, the stomach bug hit. Like an angelic choir in reverse, where instead of the clouds parting and a sweet, white shaft of light stabbing down to find you, an ominous kettledrum rolled and all the lights dimmed to half their brightness. The worst part of a stomach…
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Probably Too Much Information
If there’s something sadder than having your little three-year old pad into your bedroom at four AM covered in barf, I do not want to know what it is. Except maybe stripping her out of her feeties, starting to rinse them in the tub, and looking over to see her shivering on the tile floor:…
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Third birthday party report! Also, the Best Recipe Cookbook defended.
Kate and I spent Saturday morning baking a cake for Lydia’s birthday, and then spent Sunday morning baking it again — we used the Best Recipe cookbook, and when the first try resulted in a flat, rubbery disk that TASTED like cake but LOOKED like an industrial vibration-dampening mat, our confidence was shaken. Finally, however,…
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Snow day cover model
Lydia and her pop (my dad) made the cover of the Daily Local News this morning. Give that girl a shovel and a lens to smile at…
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Snow day!
Snow day! Lydia with her uncle Matt, hanging out in the living room. Matt is wearing his new workout clothes, and Lydia is wearing her “tutu team” outfit: “I’m on the tutu team! I’m going to win! Jump! Jump! Jump!” Meanwhile, the sleet is piling up and piling up and piling up outside.
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