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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Scandinavian Aggression's political platform calls for the conversion of government buildings into functioning mead halls, and the establishment of Viking Appreciation Day—"Note: this day should be everyday and permanently supersede all other appreciation days currently in effect."
While we hesitate to devalue Administrative Professionals' Day like that, we do support designating "the highest level of government as the Althing and top government official as Lawspeaker," because such a regime would inevitably have to get itself a Lögberg. We've always wanted a Law Rock.
See also: Our preferred apocalypse.
The day after Memorial Day, Gwynne and I infiltrated Lego's U.S. headquarters to spy on the model builders. The results of our jaunt to Enfield, Connecticut are now up on Babble.
Above: They are assembling a vast (but very short) Jedi army.
Previously: Gwynne & Christine hang out at the Eric Carle Museum of Picture Book Art.
Update—The recipe below doubles easily, and works just fine with Hendrick's.
For a very small, tentative batch:
1 cucumber, seeded, not peeled
7 lemon thyme sprigs*
juice of 1/2 lemon
juice of 1/2 lime
3 tablespoons raw cane sugar
1/4 cup corn syrup
a little bit of sea salt (5 delicate turns or so out of my salt grinder, set to fine)
1 tablespoon gin infused with lemon thyme**
1 egg white
Puree cucumber and thyme together, and put the resulting mush through a fine-mesh strainer.
Stir in remaining ingredients. Whisk egg white to a froth and stir into cucumber mixture until combined well.
Process in an ice cream maker until it looks like sorbet, and then let it nap in a freezer for at least a couple hours.
*Gotten from Grateful Farm at the Harvard Farmers' Market (the one by the Charles Hotel) on Sunday.
**This is probably overkill. Optional.
See also: Experimental Sorbet No. 1.
As you may know, Sushiesque.com has a stridently pro-pants agenda. But we want to be clear: not these pants.
That is not what we meant at all.
Gay Pride loves puppies.
Anti-Scientological Piracy loves puppies.
I feel a Venn diagram coming on.
Above: I took a lot of pictures over the weekend. I would caption them but I need to take several naps.
As demonstrated in The Beggars of Life (1928).
Why You Must Not Eject Louise Brooks From Your Horse-Drawn Buggy: similar reasons.
Why You Must Not Eject Louise Brooks From Your Haystack: similar reasons.
Screen captures from the Grapevine Video DVD.
You also mustn't: marry a flapper; marry a Mormon.
PDF: N.S.D.U.N.S.P.H.I. membership cards, side A
PDF: N.S.D.U.N.S.P.H.I. membership cards, side B
After many fruitless inquiries and fruitful tangents, we have abandoned hope of finding any living members of the original National Society to Discourage the Use of the Name Smith for Purposes of Hypothetical Illustration, or even knowing anything about their activities beyond this: "...it is the duty of members to present their membership cards when they hear anyone refer to an imaginary character as Smith" (according to the Washington Post, January 23, 1981).
Our curiosity unsatisfied, we have turned to our old friends: Adobe Illustrator, laser printers, paper cutters. We are now members of the M.B.T.A.-Accessible Rogue Chapter of the National Society to Discourage the Use of the Name Smith for Purposes of Hypothetical Illustration (N.S.D.U.N.S.P.H.I., M.B.T.A.A.R.C.). You, too, may print the PDFs onto cardstock, write your name on a membership card, and be ready at all times to brandish it. Our New York-based acquaintances should check off the second box, for Fung Wah Auxiliary.