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Vixy and Victor's fault.
TTO: Jerusalem.

And did caffeine, at Christmas time,
Bring out the savor of the beans
And were the heathen lattes drunk
Much frothed with shots of hissing steam

And were our memories our loves
Built all while standing in the line
Each waiting for the mills grinding down
Fresh roast cut up espresso fine

Bring me my cup too hot to hold
Bring me my pastries of desire
Bring me my napkins and my pens
Bring me a chair here by the fire

And though I come just off a plane,
Blear eyes glued shut and full of sand,
Now having drunk that fine fierce brew
My once parched throat is merely tanned

Mission Cocktail

4 parts  rum (Mt. Gay Eclipse)
2 parts  Nocino (a walnut liqueur)
1 part   Cointreau

Shake with ice and strain into a cocktail/martini glass.  Garnish with a twist of citrus peel.

via threadbared:  Rodarte and MAC take "inspiration" from shift change at the maquiladoras.

Just.... speechless.

Hurray!  It's Absurd O'Clock but we're home and can only hope that the wonderfulness that was PERL geeking will help us forget that we had to fly Continental to get there.  I have e-mail again.

Perhaps more sensible notes later.

If I'm even slower than usual to respond to email, it's that I have little or no access at present.  Hoping to get that resolved tonight.

Too hot for the folk festival, but caught England vs Tim Howard over lunch.  At lest the English have noticed it's a team sport.  Don't think much of the UK's chances vs a team like MX or FR though.

Just pining for the fjords.

Actually, getting better at last. Moving around again. Spent some more time with yet another carpenter today getting repair estimates. Answer - very big or very small.

Meanwhile, in an excess of retro spirit, we've been dyeing old sheets and gardening. Cue me buying every bit of salt in the bodega and wondering what to DO with stacks of empty salt boxes. After the Rit of my youth, fiber reactive dyes are a (lovely) revelation. Also, mucking about with caustics at two int he morning and racing around to check solubility of compounds brings back warm romantic memories of chem lab with V.

Gardening is another story. Turns out that I have a fear of garden centers, a much less reasonable fear of bugs, and I'm a bit nervous about adult plants. Plants by mail are even more spooky. V can play in the extremely "well drained soil". I'll stick to throwing seeds at the ground six months early.

Fenton's back and running for senator!    Oh.  Wait.  Was I supposed take some other message in this video link?