Things I Learnt This Week

(accents, spirits)
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Turns out that while I may sometimes forget my accent exists, other people are very much aware of it. And you’d think it would be more common in a place like Boston!

(this encounter left me blushing furiously, but it was a nice, if awkward way to start a conference!)

Meanwhile, back here in Durham, the house has shiny new roof, new chocolate books are on their way, and the weather outside hasn’t been completely horrible today!

Now, all I need to do is bend CoreOS to my whim…

Dark Chocolate Digestives Drought Continues

(send emergency supplies)
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Well, I was planning on spending this entry talking about how I survived my first week alone by cooking every night and even incorporating the dreaded vegetables. A success! Then yesterday, as if I was taunting fate itself, my sous-vide PID heater committed suicide, my gummies didn’t set up correctly, I forgot that I had put cookies in the oven (mmm, crunchy!), and finally, I microplaned my thumbnail.

Next week, it’s all eating out.

Okay, technically, the reason for that is that I’ll be in Boston, but still. I am saddened by the death of my sous-vide setup; I do have a new Anova on order, but that means no water bath cooking until November at the earliest! Curses (though again, as I got in at the $99 Kickstart level, I really can’t complain too much).

Still no new roof. The saga continues.

The brutalist buildings across the road from the hotel have been demolished completely now. Bah. I feel a bit more for them than a flooded and condemned warehouse…bull jumping over a shark or not…

Also…WHERE ARE MY BISCUITS?

And Still No Dark Chocolate Digestives

(standards)
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I stood for about a minute in the aisle at Harris Teeter looking at the gap where the dark chocolate digestives were supposed to be. Milk chocolate to the left, Hobnobs to the right, but no dark chocolate digestives. What a savage country this is.

A long weekend down. Boxes opened, rooms emptied, kitchen restocked, and yes, a new bookcase (of course). It’s going to take a while to get used to living on my own, but hopefully I won’t starve or die of malnutrition (I’d like to point out that I have ate multiple green things this weekend! Rocket and peas! Yes!). I also fixed two chairs and unscrewed a door, which makes me feel like a DIY expert or something (also, my iPhone tells me my new steel bookcase is perfectly level, so go me!). I’m sure that feeling will pass when something else goes wrong in the house.

There’s probably more to write, but I’m tired now, and I still have to do the washing up. We’ll see what September brings.

Saturday Night, Sunday Morning

(don’t forget to catch me, hobart paving, don’t you think it’s time?)
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I can’t help imagining this song to rain and concrete vistas. New Rail Standard signage, almost, but not quite Helvetica leading the way to the platforms, the faded but defiant logotypes of British Rail speeding past, regulation digestive biscuits and the death of the post-war consensus. It went a bit bleak at the end.

It’s a Saturday night that finds me defeated, annoyed, and utterly vanquished. Too old for this, but still feeling like I should feel young enough not for it to get on my last nerve. All the things I could and should be doing just sitting there glaring, mocking me for my failures. The nights spent not sleeping.

Thoughts of a dry brain in a dry season

Three Years

(ex-pat-tastic, it’s been a long time, since i’ve seen my old friends, but i really love my new friends, i feel i’ve known them a long while)
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Three years. Three houses. Three jobs (well, four technically, but three employers!).

It’s been an interesting period. Lots of changes over the last 36 months, and lots more to come, some very soon. I am very happy that I live in the age of Internet and FaceTime. Home doesn’t seem too far away when I can call any time. Mostly.

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