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Kissing frogs
Sep. 12th, 2012 04:19 pmEvery now and then, I am consumed with doubt. I regard myself with a cynical eye, and wonder why on earth I'm shipping a thousand cookbooks from the east coast of England to the west coast of America, when the internet is full of cats recipes. Surely we live in a new world now, we need not consume all that cubic footage of perilous space for the sake of information obtainable elsewhere...?
Only then I actually go browsing on the internets for recipes, and I find myself reading how someone's idea of a curry is a milk-and-flour white sauce flavoured with curry powder and leftovers, and - oh, internets, I despair of you. I do.
In other news, it's half-past four and the post's only just arrived.
In other other news, I cycled to SETI today, and it was almost no fun at all. It's only a couple of miles and it ought to be easy, but there are three major roads to cross, and I don't know if a bike just doesn't trigger a sensor or something but the left-turn filter stayed on red for two full cycles of lights before I gave up and wheeled the machine across the pedestrian crossing, and grrr. If there's a back way to get there from here, I can't figure it out from Googlemaps, I'd probably have to spot it on the ground, and... Maybe I'll just walk. I like walking. It would be as well not to forget that, as walking-time is thinking-time, which cycling-time is not.
Only then I actually go browsing on the internets for recipes, and I find myself reading how someone's idea of a curry is a milk-and-flour white sauce flavoured with curry powder and leftovers, and - oh, internets, I despair of you. I do.
In other news, it's half-past four and the post's only just arrived.
In other other news, I cycled to SETI today, and it was almost no fun at all. It's only a couple of miles and it ought to be easy, but there are three major roads to cross, and I don't know if a bike just doesn't trigger a sensor or something but the left-turn filter stayed on red for two full cycles of lights before I gave up and wheeled the machine across the pedestrian crossing, and grrr. If there's a back way to get there from here, I can't figure it out from Googlemaps, I'd probably have to spot it on the ground, and... Maybe I'll just walk. I like walking. It would be as well not to forget that, as walking-time is thinking-time, which cycling-time is not.