Iodine

I am vaguely irritated that I noticed at the *end* of my morning of processing food that the salt I had sitting out was the iodized one, not the “canning” one (which does not contain iodine). I switched them around at some point, and since they’re the same form factor, didn’t notice until the end . . . → Read More: Iodine

Urgent: Basil recipes needed.

On the same theme as my last post:

If anyone has suggestions for preserving, oh, say, about another four pounds of basil, I would be in your debt.

Produce

The second iteration of our “preservation share” from a local farm was ready today. We went to the farm and picked up our FIFTEEN POUNDS of pickling cucumbers, and our FIVE POUNDS of basil. Yes. Five pounds. The car smells like pesto now. In addition, we picked about 7 pounds of green beans. On the . . . → Read More: Produce

Eat local challenge

I keep asking myself how I would live my life if I lived it according to my beliefs instead of keeping my beliefs fairly isolated from my actions. In the spirit of baby steps in the correct direction, I present my modified version of the Dark Days Local Eating Challenge

Each participant can set their . . . → Read More: Eat local challenge

Beach

This is what I look like when I’m completely relaxed.

Wait, that can’t be right

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Dreams

Last night, I had a dream. In my dream, I was meditating.

In other news, my cat’s ears are warm and soft. I know this because she’s rubbing the top of her head on my chin.

Dalai Lama

There’s an essay online talking about hosting the Dalai Lama back in the day. I found a certain resonance, even though I’ll never have that simple and straightforward experience with the man.

I’ve tried to set fingers to keyboard, and even pen to paper (how primitive!), to describe his personal magnetism. I’ve failed each time. . . . → Read More: Dalai Lama

Meatspace

On the road this week. A day at NASA, a quick visit to my dad, and two days in Maryland. This trip feels … uninspired. Professionally necessary and useful, but hotels are getting old again.

Saw Dark Knight last night. That was intense. Perhaps not “pants crappingly intense,” as my brother put it … but . . . → Read More: Meatspace