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Clearing the deck kitchen counter before the money part of the day, as it were: I just turned in a budget request, and am going through the parts of the paper I read while waiting for yesterday's hot chicken order.
The wait ended up being about 25 minutes, so I was glad I'd brought along parts of Sunday's New York Times. Jennifer B. McDonald is my hero, for calling b.s. on John D'Agata's nonsense re his irresponsible handling of facts.
The Sunday paper also featured a half-page spread of color photos featuring my neighborhood. The Wild Cow happens to be next to Jeni's, where earlier this week I watched the staff assembling something like "One Night in Bangkok" sundae for a couple a few seats down (description and photo at the bottom of this page); it caught my attention because the version constructed Tuesday night also included fresh cilantro.
I also had my camera with me. I drive up and down Gallatin Road at least once a week (it's part of my route to and from the Talking Library studio), and I can't help grinning whenever I see this sign:
The wait ended up being about 25 minutes, so I was glad I'd brought along parts of Sunday's New York Times. Jennifer B. McDonald is my hero, for calling b.s. on John D'Agata's nonsense re his irresponsible handling of facts.
The Sunday paper also featured a half-page spread of color photos featuring my neighborhood. The Wild Cow happens to be next to Jeni's, where earlier this week I watched the staff assembling something like "One Night in Bangkok" sundae for a couple a few seats down (description and photo at the bottom of this page); it caught my attention because the version constructed Tuesday night also included fresh cilantro.
I also had my camera with me. I drive up and down Gallatin Road at least once a week (it's part of my route to and from the Talking Library studio), and I can't help grinning whenever I see this sign:
