The University has a farmers market every Wednesday. My new office is incredibly close to the market, like, practically underneath it, so all I have to do is go upstairs and voila ( Read more... )

I still have "Don't Stop Believin'" going through my head a week and a half after the Sopranos finale. I've tried everything to get it out, from playing the actual song over and over (which backfired - I memorized more of the lyrics) to playing "Riders on the Storm" during my *entire* drive to work yesterday. Didn't work. I still have Steve ( Read more... )

We're going to the 9:15 show. Kurtis already bought tickets. To celebrate, we made a veddy British (or so we think, anyhow) dinner of Potato Leek soup and Welsh Rarebit, with a nice porter to wash it down. It was lovely. Kurtis bought a faaaabulous single Gloucester cheese for the rarebit and I managed to get the sauce all nice and creamy. ( Read more... )