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My pumpkins are starting to scare me. Three days out of the soil, they needed to be transplanted, because they were badly root-bound. What have I wrought? How much plant is needed to sustain a 300lb pumpkin? Where, oh where will I plant them? In other news, the plant-shelf has moved outside to a shady . . . → Read More: Huuuuuuuuuuuge Squash Ninja monkey gallery. Especially for simianpower. I started learning the chucks today at karate. Nun-chucks, that is. I can’t even describe the three-year-old like excitement that I feel about this. Chucka-chucka-nun-chucka-chucka. In totally unrelated news, I have these odd, oblong bruises all over my shoulders, back, and hips. I have the first sunburn of the year. More gardening. Have installed a total of 10 + 15 = 25 bags of cedar mulch, and purchased 15 more bags. That should damn well do it for the cedar mulch, I’m thinking. On the other hand, the yard is starting to look pretty sweet. The grass is growing, the flower beds are settled, etc. . . . → Read More: Productive! 1) In a heavy saucepan, combine 4 ounces bittersweet chocolate, chopped into small pieces, 2 tbsp cherry brandy, 1 tbsp butter, 1 tbsp light corn syrup, and 2 tbsp sugar. Melt over very low heat, scrape into a bowl and allow to cool a little. 2) Seperate two eggs. Whisk the whites until soft peaks . . . → Read More: What I’m doing tonight… Okay, this is fun. Setting up a series of one way jogs across China, Singapore, and India through Expedia and Travelocity. The numbers are just insane. I’ve never seen price spans like this before. Getting home, on a single page, they offered me trips ranging from $800 to $11,000, and taking from 17 hours to . . . → Read More: Travel… A bunch of kids at MIT have put together a USB controlled, light up dance floor. Andrea Dworkin was a mighty crusader against pornography and for women’s rights. As the New York Times put it “Dworkin is one of the few remaining specimens of pure countercultural romanticism: fierce, melodramatic, and utterly convinced that all truth can be found in her own roiling, untempered emotions.” She died at 58 on Saturday. I . . . → Read More: RIP Andrea Dworkin |