Snow 1, Shovel 0

Let that be a warning to you all.

Re: 660 Curries

I went looking for 660 Curries: The Gateway to Indian Cooking after hearing Raghavan Iyer on The Splendid Table describing how to cook dal. (This, by the way, is an especially good episode of the show, as it includes an interview with Jim Lahey of My Bread and a general method of cooking soup.) The […]

One hawk in the bush

…is awesome!

Snow banks

The storm has blown by overnight, and here is one of the snow banks it formed. I love the shapse the snow can form, sweeping crests and overhanging waves. It amazes me how firmly those shapes stay put. And I love it even more when those snow banks form in the right places.

Paths about to vanish

With another storm coming, these paths won’t be clear for much longer. And it never got warm enough to melt any of the last snowfall. So, so looking forward to figuring out where to put the next batch.

Squash Hot Pot

One of the ways I survived my cold was to make lots of hot soups and stews. They tasted so good I’m still making them. This is the latest, a hot pot with squash and vegetable and noodles from Japanese Hot Pots. That book has been a life-saver.

Something seems to be working

I’ve been poking at “Thou Art God”, a little bit of cosmic poetry, and I think I’m pretty happy with where it’s gotten to. I’m definitely happy that I’m meeting a deadline for a change. I’m just not sure how it happened.

Snow bright

There’s days when you have to shovel snow, and then there’s days when you have to admire it. Today is one of those days. Even though it’s so cold, the squirrels get inside the feeders to eat, it’s a bright day. You look out on a bright blue sky on a swath of white snow […]

Re: Supersense

Supersense by Bruce M. Hood opens with a provoking question: Would you wear a killer’s sweater? The rational part of me wants to say, Of course I would, but mostly to prove that I can ignore the vague sense of unease that idea gives me. The part of us that creates that unease is what […]

Today’s complaints about shoveling snow

Living in Boston and complaining about shoveling snow doesn’t exactly make you stand out as a unique breed of semi-sentient being. It’s like being a writer and owning cats. Well, I’m guilty of the latter, and I’m about to indulge in the former.