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Sunday, May 04, 2003

This is the bread with the close-up, lit by a flashlight. 6:40:24 PM    comment []

Loaves finished 4:11:30 PM    comment []

A stock photo. Ham stock left over from cooking great northern beans with smoked pigs' knuckles and an onion in the pressure cooker, It's being reduced and will be skimmed in one of those fat separator cups, then it will be added back to the beans. 3:47:27 PM    comment []

Meanwhile, just outside... 3:26:00 PM    comment []

Now they're shaping up...   3:23:59 PM    comment []

Bread Dough shades of white, what could be more boring than that? 2:52:47 PM    comment []

Chive Blossom                 The water is wide, I cannot cross over, And neither have I wings to fly, Give me a boat that can carry two, And both shall row - my love and I. 8:40:43 AM    comment []

Does the President ‘Get It’? Does Bush Understand the Problems of People Like You? Prefer Bush for President Prefer Democratic Nominee Yes (51%) 86% 9%   No (48%) 17 74   Since Bush took office, most Americans have become:       Better off or same (51%) 73 21   Worse off (48%) 30 61   Condition of the Economy:       Excellent or good (35%) 77 17   Not so good (46%) 49 44   Poor (19%) 17 75      77% of people with rotting teeth believe in the tooth fairy. 7:16:57 AM    comment []

Jerky in the dehydrator. It spent Saturday evening and the first part of Sunday morning soaking in the marinade. When it is dry, I'll cut it into one-inch strips with the kitchen scissors, wearing the 'Ove' Glove to prevent blisters. If you're wondering what Twyla's up to today, wonder no more. She sitting behind me as I type, on a bar stool covered with a soft bath robe so she doesn't become uncomfortable. She is entertaining herself by batting at the back of my head whenever I lean back to proof read this (I am a notorious failure in that category - preferring spontanaeity to precision). Whenever she gets her paw in my hair (her claws are not extended) she produces one of her mindless meows. They are vaguely existential. She has cat food, wet and dry, the litter box is freshly filled, and she spent the night sleeping and purring by my left thigh. There are birds outside at the feeder for her to shadow-stalk and her older sister blind Claudette inside to torment at will. She has everything a cat could need but still there is an inner need that she can only communicate by randomly batting the back of my head and making short sad meows. Maybe she thinks I am the remote to her home entertainment system. I've thought a lot about options this morning. A dream a couple of weeks ago told me I could still be a helluva fine guitar instructor with a few weeks to ramp up my skills. My trip to Ohio, seeing all the business in old world sausage shops, made me realize that a niche business is an alternative. GBD Corporation has been very good to me and I appreciate that, but I realize that when it is time to fish or cut bait they will discard me if the fish ain't biting. There is nothing wrong with depending on inanimate objects (which is basically the definition of a large company) for income but it is a terrible mistake to think of them as a means to fulfill your dreams. In the past, I have found excellent opportunity for dreams in the apparent wasteland of economic retrograde. Soil that is barren for mindless recapitulations of the tried-and-true is fertile ground for fresh ideas. I have figured out what Twyla needs. She needs to bat at the back of my head. 7:01:31 AM    comment []