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This song has been in my head all morning as I sit at home with a cold:



Thank you to Esther Lee who first introduced me to this life-changing piece of art.

Should i go to the job fair and sneeze on potential employers? Would that just be doing myself a disservice?

L-slice.

When you put a teapot on to boil, it makes these loud noises at the beginning, and then, just before it starts to boil, it gets quieter. I think it's like the calm before the storm.

Ellen and I both like to drink tea (and water and wine and cappuccinos). We always use the tea kettle, never the microwave. Even when we had a plastic water heater, we used the stove. (But that's another story...)
L-slice. We live together, so clearly her love for Camembert rubbed off on me, my love for organic rubbed off on her, and our love for God and each other is mutually encouraged. ( I don't think that's proper English).
Maybe the boiling point of our friendship was last summer...

I <3>

Doe, a deer

Venison is so yummy. I got to finish off Ellen's leftover Venison Chili for lunch. mmmmm

Tonight (Tuesday) I scraped the ice off of my windshield with my elbow so that I could drive to watch a movie at Julia's movie theater. She told me about how she shot and skinned a deer. Julia said that I was not in the majority in my exuberant reaction to her doe-skinning tale. Of course I was impressed, and wanted to know just how she did it, with what tools, and did she eat fresh meat? [I will spare my nauseous readers, but you can ask her for details]

And a then we watched The Queen, where the Queen comments on how beautiful a 14 point buck is, and she hopes it didn't suffer when it died. So the Queen is pretty much an animal rights activist.

But I still think we should be eating more venison . Why bemoan the fact that deer are overpopulated and cause many accidents while we farm raise chickens and cows in horrible conditions just to eat their under nourishing antibiotic-filled, hormone-injected meat?

word verification

you know those funky letter pictures that are on secure websites- you have to identify the letters to prove that you are a human?
How do they get there in the first place? Are they randomly generated by a non-human? That's a strange thought- a machine figuring out if a user is not a machine. freaky.
Well, today I got UNBURPRA. It sounds like an umbrella but no, more like an un-burping condition. That would be a pretty neat skill. I think burping can definitely get you in trouble.

song of the day

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the name that shall not be spoken

I have a friend, yes, we are real friends, who does not speak her name. She adds such random joy to my life, she deserves several bloggings. Today I shall blog about what happened yesterday:

Busi, Marian, and I, were going to the Statistics Department Chinese New Year Party. The Stat department held the potluck celebration instead of a typical Christmas party at the end of Fall Semester. This makes sense, mostly because the department is over 50% Asian. In true respect for the Asian theme, Busi suggested we make dumplings. Now, I like getting creative in the kitchen, but really, I don't feel confident in my wonton-forming skills. So the three of us wandered around the Asian Market for about a half hour and left with two bags of frozen dumplings and a bottle of sauce. Busi wished she could be making them from scratch as she did with Matt Henry (don't let the British-sounding name fool you...) I was excited to use my wok. Marian needed coffee.

We quickly got tiny chicken dumplings stuck to the wok and had to call Matt for help. He came to the rescue (?) like a good friend. Soon, in the confusion of burning dumplings sticking to pans and my trying to make cookies to salvage our potluck attendance, a pyrex dish exploded on the stove, throwing shreds of glass all about my kitchen.

Busi: "hahaha...after the initial shock...i thought...boy miranda is really prepared for accidents. ...but that was my random thought" Marian, in her good, FDA-employee, character, leapt to her feet. "Don't move!" She commanded, "Where's a broom?" Oh! Typed words do not do her gallantry justice! Somehow, with Marian's emergency alert system and Busi's help, we cleaned up most of the shards of glass and headed to the party an hour late. oh! Happy New Year!!!! Next time, I will have to do Karaoke in Chinese.

Miranda

Since I'm on a roll (like buttah) with this beauty, aesthetics, art thing, I will continue my randomness.
My parents visited this weekend. [They are, indeed, a piece of art, themselves.] We went to BeerRun for lunch after church and my mom noticed the music that was playing. We decided to classify it as "acoustic jazz". We liked it.
Later, I noticed that the music in Arch's was definitely elevator music. But Marian insisted that there are different types of elevator music. I wondered if the music in BeerRun was a sort of elevator music. Marian decided she would become a connoisseur of the art.
So, art is all around us. There you go.

Oh, and I just lost the game.