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After extensive experimentation, I present to you: The first in a line of signature drinks to be served at my notional bar and tapas restaurant: The Seven Olive Martini How the hell do you think it’s made? * Chill olives. Big ones. Queen olives. Monsters. * Chill martini glass. * Fill the chilled martini glass . . . → Read More: Seven Olive Martini Open call for ideas: I’m looking to build The Next Big Thing. It will be software, and run on a workstation. It will be useful for scientists, in the doing of their science. I have some ideas, but I need more. Many of you are scientists (or used to be, or want to be): Describe . . . → Read More: Ideas solicited I bought a Bagster for disposing of construction detritus. It’s a seriously tough bag, about the size of a tiny dumpster, that you fill, place by the street, and a truck takes away your rubbish. It’s sort of like ordering a roll-off dumpster except that you keep the dumpster and just put it out any . . . → Read More: Yoga and The Bagster We have a realtor. I will not be going “For sale by owner.” This one is vastly superior to the last. The house will be listed tomorrow? Today? Who knows? In truly, totally unrelated news, I’m going to go to a week-long developer “boot camp” to learn how to make OS X GUI applications. Wheeeeeee. My house is down to just a few bold lines of personality and structure. The noise, the daily projects and dishes, have all been put aside. We’re down to four plates and sets of silverware. Four wine glasses, the cheap ones … the crystal is packed. The piano remains because it’s heavy and precious, and . . . → Read More: Japanese sketch I had a thoroughly fun birthday: Woke up, and redmed suggested that I open a present, first thing. I had been planning to run out to the coffee shop, since my coffee maker’s carafe broke (mid coffee preparation … which didn’t work out very well) the other morning. She was pretty insistent, and in my . . . → Read More: Birthday (party party) May I be filled with loving kindness. May I be well. May I be peaceful and at ease. May I be happy Oh for God’s sake, how am I supposed to plan for *anything* in this crazy world. The Fed. just cut interest rates by half a point. . . . → Read More: Interest rate cut Apparently, we’re moving to Braintree (one of the southern termini of the red line) in October. After a long day of looking at various apartments … I woke up this morning and remembered that we finished the day with sushi and drinks at casa capital_l and technolope … then drove home and completed applications for . . . → Read More: Braaaaaaaaaains |
