So, I continue with a couple links of what I've been reading:
101 minimalist salad recipes which, though, fascinating, I haven't done any of yet, since we need better ways to buy small amounts of fresh produce so that we can eat it all before it goes bad.
I keep wondering why it is that I've managed to accumulate so many people I read on lj who I don't know personally and may not ever even meet, and then
yuki_onna posts another thing like this essay and I remember the reason. I like her essays far better than her novels (and I own most of those), and
sartorias has also got fascinating thoughts on writing and otherwise, and
marthawells shares short stories and pictures of cool architecture... Anyway, having not got on with The Republic any of the times I had to read it, I treasure the idea of keeping copies around to shred in times of stress. Not that I would do that, I think, with even my most despised (*cough*Orwell*cough*) authors. I have too much respect for books. (although, I also watched the video that set her off, and although it was a bit overmysticised, I did see where woman was coming from in terms of using the concept of muse as a coping mechanism.)
Musings on the difference between poetry and prose, also via
sartorias, which I found fascinating.
For those of you not on the Mary Rose, Walmart stole someone's SCA scroll text to put on a t-shirt. Crazy.
Cables, from the same man who brought us NYC in lego and several other quite brilliant simple essays.
And a silly pop-song, because I have a thing about not-too-whiny depressing songs, and it was playing on the radio in Aldi's the other day (where they have the most high-tech shopping carts ever) and has been stuck in my head ever since.
101 minimalist salad recipes which, though, fascinating, I haven't done any of yet, since we need better ways to buy small amounts of fresh produce so that we can eat it all before it goes bad.
I keep wondering why it is that I've managed to accumulate so many people I read on lj who I don't know personally and may not ever even meet, and then
Musings on the difference between poetry and prose, also via
For those of you not on the Mary Rose, Walmart stole someone's SCA scroll text to put on a t-shirt. Crazy.
Cables, from the same man who brought us NYC in lego and several other quite brilliant simple essays.
And a silly pop-song, because I have a thing about not-too-whiny depressing songs, and it was playing on the radio in Aldi's the other day (where they have the most high-tech shopping carts ever) and has been stuck in my head ever since.