i love u Celine and keep it going u are the best we all love you*
rich:
"opiate of the masses."
Jeez.
You should know that this blog is one of the first sites to come up in a search for the terms, "harvard square" and "crazy people" (I was seeking a couple specific crazies). While I may not have found what I was looking for, I am digging your blog.
this is gay
Wow!
Oh, you're quite right. I did not read the fine, italic print.
Icarus does not give me great confidence in their products.
rick:
i'm pretty sure that the propellant is icarus.
A couple are driving home in the dark when the car breaks down, the husband decided to walk to a petrol station for help that was a few miles back, so he locked all the doors,windows and boot. On his return there was a stranger in the car and his wife was dead,there was no damage to the car at all.what happened?????
Yeah I found this out the hard way. The people who work at the Library of Congress were none too nice about setting me straight. Most of the people that work there do not want to be bothered, I think. The people that registered me and got me my car (of which there were three) were super nice. But everyone else is either mean or indifferent. I shouldn't have even gotten the reader ID (which you supposedly need to even read anything at the LOC) because I've yet to be stopped and asked for it, even at the "researcher only" entrance! Weak.
Dear sushiesque - is there any way I can contact you offsite to ask for permission to use one of your photographs?
You can reach me at mirlac@yahoo.com
Thanks so much, and it's a terrific blog.
Still attracting the crazies, huh? It's nice to know some things never change.
Erin: I just wish I knew what I was up to.
Obo: Why are they on my doorstep?
obo:
They're fantasy sports league prizes.
Erin:
Clearly you are living a double life.
A man and woman go before a preacher in Pennsylvania to be married, but the preacher says,"I can't marry you two." Why?
perhaps we could meet up there for a (possibly very cold) picnic?
1. no; I was with my parents, and they had their own agenda.
2. I couldn't find it, but I didn't look too hard. I do hope it has not been felled.
bonus: there was an unusual quantity of big green snails clinging to little rocks in freakish clumps.
Awww, jealous-- I love Harkness. I rather want to go back there sometime soon. Two questions:
1. Did you go to Sarge's? I rather want to go back there, too. (It's where I bought my first Ace Doubles!)
2. Did you see the tree with the boob?
I wish you were around all the time so you could document my meals. Well, that and cuz you're awesome.
can you answer this?
You have a chicken, a fox, and a sack of cornfeed how do you get across with a boat that holds 2 things only t a time.
Well duh, the chickens are locked in there and then they fart all over each other and it gives them the special zest.
Heartbreaking.
Thanks! It was a good day.
Really nice sequence. Cool blog, too.
Alie:
what is the answer to this riddle:
most eyes are forced wide open by the dance
it's really confusing to me o.o
They call me a man but I'll never have a wife. I was given a body, but not a life.
They made me a mouth, but didnt give me breath. Water gives me life but the sun brings me death
What am I?
I cannot figure this riddle!
what can run but never walk what has a mouth but never talks what has a face but does not weep what has a bed but does not sleep
Mimi :
Here is the riddle. "When 1 door closes 9 open. When 9 close 1 opens. What is it?
mike:
there are 12 balls all look the same in all aspect, but one is different in weight. you are allowed to use a balance scale,not a weight measure. if you are allowed to use the scale one three times how do you find the different ball ?
can anyone help
Wow, gorgeous pics!
Lovely photos:)
That's sort of awesome. But now I am fascinated to know by what criteria they do decide what to keep.
As a youthful book-lover, it was my dream to visit the Library of Congress to read until my brain exploded.
I'm glad I've learned this many years later.
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Previously: Tofucken and Tofucken, pt. II: form Voltron!
1:15. "Oh my god, Fox has a robot turkey. With a football helmet." I look away from the television.
1:24. We admire the roasted garlic while Fancy pulls the tofucken out of the oven.
After some poking, Fancy declares it done. It'll need to be reheated before serving, but it's done.
We taste some bits plucked off the foil. The tofu exterior is surprisingly springy and breadlike.
"God, it's edible."
1:39. Ryan tricks me into looking at the Robot Turkey of Football. I put my head in my hands.
Fancy puts on the dog show and feeds us some freshly-baked spinach balls that are actually made out of collards.
2:04. We decide to get off the couch, to escape the tranquilizing embrace of Avery Imperial Oktoberfest ("The Kaiser").
"Any cooking I can help with?" Ryan asks.
"You could peel some potatoes."
"Can I peel them on the couch?"
2:30. Snoot arrives, with his person in tow, and molests the cat toys.
4:00. IT IS TIME.
Continued from previous post.
12:40. Fancy coats the inside of a turkey-shaped cake mold (discounted at the Williams-Sonoma) with Crazyass Franciscan's tofu goop. This is followed by a layer of stuffing, and then Quorn Naked Cutlets ("Microprotein!" Fancy informs us, "Grown in a vat!"), followed by more stuffing, and then mushrooms: hen of the woods. Not as chickeny as the chicken mushrooms that are sometimes available from the Central Square farmers' market, but still fairly poultryesque and easily gotten from the Trader Joe's.
Ironically, no actual Tofurkey is involved. ("Because it's gross.")
12:48. Fancy covers it with aluminum foil, fills the other mold's other turkey half with water, and it's in the oven.
Ryan attacks the dishes and asks what's in the CD player.
"It's Mahler, because my father's favorite composer is Mahler and I miss him."
1:05. Mahler gets bombastic and we decide it's beer o'clock.
Continued in Pt. III.
In honor of Thanksgiving, we're going to pretend that liveblogging is a real word. And then we're going to liveblog the construction of a meatless turducken, or tofucken. Which is absolutely a real word.
Noon. Ryan and I arrive at the undisclosed location bearing butternut dumplings, delicious, fatty, real duck legs, and salted caramel ice cream, which we sneak into a brutally gridlocked freezer. Our vegetarian friend, codename Fancy McCulturepants, has already combined the following, sans recipe, to make a stuffing: homemade white bread, baby bella mushrooms, white onion, organic celery, vegetable broth, fresh sage, a McCormick "poultry seasoning" herb blend, and a stick and half of butter.
Fancy owns a Thanksgiving apron.
12:20 p.m. Fancy is mixing up some tofu (manufactured in Jamaica Plain and purchased in bulk) with arrowroot, vegetable bouillon, sea salt, white pepper, agar, sage dessing, and barley malt syrup (acquired at a very packed Whole Foods yesterday afternoon) in accordance with a "Thanksgiving Day Tofu" recipe.
"Did you know that I'm actually fucking doing this?"
"Yeah."
"Also, did you know that barley malt syrup tastes exactly like molasses?"
"Why not just use molasses?"
"Probably because crazyass man thinks it's better for me."
Crazyass Man is Brother Ron Pickarski, O.F.M., author of Friendly Foods: Gourmet Vegetarian Cuisine (Berkeley, Calif.: Ten Speed, 1991). Ryan checks the television for football, and we switch to Safari because the latest version of Firefox has yet to make friends with the latest version of OS X.