Month: August 2003

Now that Summer’s 100 degree days are just about over, I am going to try to return to a project the girls keep pushing on me – the ramen noodle cookbook. How to use the…

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Food issues have been off for a little while. I’m working hard, there’s a lot to do at home and so my mind hasn’t been properly engaged when I’ve cooked. Nothing worth writing up, anyway.…

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Faster, faster, kill, kill, kill! That’s the way I think about how the world is going nowadays. No different at home than at work. Apparently anything that can be done should have already been done.…

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Almost slipped through the whole weekend without any cooking – possibly a record. Of course, this dubious record was spoiled at the outset since the cooking I did was Saturday morning. I made some very…

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Food has mostly been junk and my body knows it. Well, that and the long hours. Best meal of the day was by far when I got home. Jan had a wonderful salad full of…

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Working too long hours, working too hard, really crushes energy and creativity. What an original thought. But since I am not allowing myself to retract or edit (except typos), I must go on with this…

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What is it that makes people refuse to take responsibility for themselves and what they need to do? Maybe more importantly, accept responsibility for what they fail to do? Why is it always someone else’s…

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Walking by moonlight across the silent downs. Dodging artificial light and voices. Smelling the heavy, moist mist carrying the smells of shrub and gorse. Heavy woolen overcoat rough on my wrists and neck. Comforting in…

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Last night on the way home, speeding along under the darkening skies over the bay, I was listening to a bunch of woman singers and got to Charlotte Church and a Welsh male choir singing…

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