Thursday, December 31, 2009

More Ammonia in My Beef, Please

Yesterday's New York Times has a long article about commercially-treated beef that is enough to put me off meat for good (except maybe locally-produced meat):

"Eight years ago, federal officials were struggling to remove potentially deadly E. coli from hamburgers when an entrepreneurial company from South Dakota came up with a novel idea: injecting beef with ammonia.

"The company, Beef Products Inc., had been looking to expand into the hamburger business with a product made from beef that included fatty trimmings the industry once relegated to pet food and cooking oil (According to a 2003 study financed by Beef Products, the trimmings 'typically includes most of the material from the outer surfaces of the carcass' and contains 'larger microbiological populations'). The trimmings were particularly susceptible to contamination, but a study commissioned by the company showed that the ammonia process would kill E. coli as well as salmonella.

"Officials at the United States Department of Agriculture endorsed the company’s ammonia treatment, and have said it destroys E. coli “to an undetectable level.” They decided it was so effective that in 2007, when the department began routine testing of meat used in hamburger sold to the general public, they exempted Beef Products.

"With the U.S.D.A.’s stamp of approval, the company’s processed beef has become a mainstay in America’s hamburgers. McDonald’s, Burger King and other fast-food giants use it as a component in ground beef, as do grocery chains. The federal school lunch program used an estimated 5.5 million pounds of the processed beef last year alone....."


Full Story in the New York Times.

Some other choice snippets from the article:

"The company says its processed beef, a mashlike substance frozen into blocks or chips, is used in a majority of the hamburger sold nationwide. But it has remained little known outside industry and government circles. Federal officials agreed to the company’s request that the ammonia be classified as a “processing agent” and not an ingredient that would be listed on labels...."

"Mr. Roth spent the 1990s looking to give Beef Products a competitive edge by turning fatty slaughterhouse trimmings into usable lean beef.

"Mr. Roth and others in the industry had discovered that liquefying the fat and extracting the protein from the trimmings in a centrifuge resulted in a lean product that was desirable to hamburger-makers...."

"Carl S. Custer, a former U.S.D.A. microbiologist, said he and other scientists were concerned that the department had approved the treated beef for sale without obtaining independent validation of the potential safety risk. Another department microbiologist, Gerald Zirnstein, called the processed beef "pink slime" in a 2002 e-mail message to colleagues and said, “I do not consider the stuff to be ground beef, and I consider allowing it in ground beef to be a form of fraudulent labeling....”"

"Untreated beef naturally contains ammonia and is typically about 6 on the pH scale, near that of rain water and milk. The Beef Products’ study that won U.S.D.A. approval used an ammonia treatment that raised the pH of the meat to as high as 10, an alkalinity well beyond the range of most foods. The company’s 2003 study cited the “potential issues surrounding the palatability of a pH-9.5 product....”"

Saturday, December 26, 2009

Friday, December 25, 2009

Notes For Santa, By Norah (Up Close)


Norah had a lot to say to Santa Claus this year.

The American Girl catalog was there, I think, to give Santa some last minute ideas. But she certainly didn't want him to take it back to the North Pole with him.


I love that her drawing identifies so many of the figures with the qualifier "up close".

Will Santa still be awesome next year? Who knows?


"Please send me a picture of you; you are awesome"? I think I wrote those same words to Bobby Sherman when he was on "Here Comes the Brides."

Monday, December 21, 2009

Solstice Poetry

There was a solstice gathering at my kids' school on Friday, which included candlelit songs, a big potluck, a glass of wine, and poetry from the kids. Fergus and Norah both read a poem they had written (as did many of the kids), and we all got a little photocopied booklet of poetry and artwork, mostly on themes of winter. Happy solstice, everyone. I'm thinking of all of our friends living North of us--in Maine, Seattle, Ontario and British Columbia, and in Petersburg, Alaska. We're ready for more daylight too.

Note: the last of these poems is not particularly festive, I suppose. But I think it says something remarkable about his journey through life.

Winter Wish, by Norah

I wish Santa Claus came at Noon
I wish Christmas would come soon.
I wish snow was made of cotton balls.
I wish ice was not so hard.
I wish snow was not so slippery when I walked.
I skidded so much I got hurt.
I wish I had a pet yeti, who liked spaghetti.
I wish snow was made of cotton candy.
I wish Ludwig Von Beethoven was the editor of the New York Times, winter edition.
I wish gingerbread houses for the squirrels were made out of pinecones.

Christmas and Candy, by Fergus

I wish for a land,
I wish for candy galore.
I wish for a land I knew you'd adore.
I wish for gumdrop people far and wide,
In a house, from side to side.
I wish trees were candy canes,
I wish they could be broken into tiny panes.
I wish for a land,
I wish for candy galore.
I wish for a land I knew you'd adore.

Rainbow Kaleidoscope, by Fergus

A star ruby is like a snowy night.
A diamond encrusted target is like a snowfort.
A wavespike is like a frozen river.
A splatter is like a used snowball.
A heart of spears is like sticks in the snow.
A shining star is like a treetop.
A pawprint is like a snowvault.
A blue wave is like the northern lights.

I Used to be Hard, by Fergus

I used to be hard, but now I am soft.
I was a twenty-five pound brick,
Who dropped on people's heads.
Now I am a pillow who is slammed on people's heads in sleepovers.
I once was loaded into guns so I could create death in the world,
Now I can create Peace in the world.
I used to be scaffolding to hold up (that was risky for the people I was holding up),
Now I am a pillow factory.

Sunday, December 20, 2009

Happy Hoedown; Holiday Poetry to Come

This christmas is once again brought to you by OfficeMax, a fact to be mitigated when I get a chance to post Fergus and Norah's winter-themed poetry here.....

Send your own ElfYourself eCards

Saturday, December 19, 2009

Ock!

Can I just say that I'm a little disturbed that the "Fictional Character Biography" section of (Spiderman villain) Doctor Octopus' Wikipedia entry is more than 2,000 words long? I mean really, the combined "Biography and Career" sections for Karl Marx only total 2500 words.
I'm just saying.

Thursday, December 10, 2009

Waiting For Thai Curry

Waiting across the street from the Thai place....as the snow falls.

Such a nice idea.

Waiting For Thai Curry

Problem is, then you have to get your Thai curry home.

When the happy snowflakes turn into a squall.

Snow Squall

And you're two months late in putting on your snow tires.

Sunday, December 6, 2009

This Week's Errata Award



(Hit me!)

...911 is a joke we don't want 'em
I call a cab 'cause a cab will come quicker
The doctors huddle up and call a flea flicker
The reason that I say that 'cause they
Flick you off like fleas
They be laughin' at ya while you're crawlin' on your knees
And to the strength so go the length
Thinkin' you are first when you really are tenth
You better wake up and smell the real flavor
Cause 911 is a fake life saver

So get up, get, get get down
911 is a joke in yo town
Get up, get, get, get down
Late 911 wears the late crown

Ow, ow 911 is a joke

--Public Enemy, from "911 is a Joke" (1990)

Wednesday, December 2, 2009

A Season Yet to Come?

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Tree hens


Tree hens
Originally uploaded by baseballpajamas
Lusty roosters can't bother you if you're in a tree...

Sunday, November 29, 2009

Maira Kalman: Back to the Land


Maira Kalman, she who re-inflamed my ire for Benjamin Franklin earlier this year, has written a lovely little illustrated thing about local-ness and chickens and slowing down and future generations. It's on the New York Times website.

Our chickens laid four eggs today. Thanks for sharing, chickens.

Saturday, November 28, 2009

Anniversaries

Tomorrow is the 5-year anniversary of Fergus' leukemia diagnosis. He's doing great now.

Insert contemplative commentary here.

Thursday, November 26, 2009

Eclecticly Tabled


Eclecticly Tabled
Originally uploaded by baseballpajamas
The eclectic table is ready, the bird brined overnight, and now she's
in the oven. It's hard to tell, but the centerpiece consists of a
photo of our actual turkey, taken tuesday morning (we didn't raise
her, one of the kids' teachers did, but she's ours now)....

T-Day Prep


T-Day Prep
Originally uploaded by baseballpajamas
Fergus makes his first pumpkin pie....his favorite.

Monday, November 23, 2009

Thankfulness

Norah had a friend, Erin, over for a sleepover on Saturday; I think that was the first time Norah has had a friend over for the night. Fun was had by all (despite a certain level of girl-intensity) and a fair amount of sleep even happened. Norah has declared Erin her "BFF" (Best Friend Forever?), although Norah seems to enjoy a lot of people at school. Frankly, Erin probably has a lot of BFFs, but she and Norah do have a good time together.

KidsAdamant

The sleepover came a day after the annual "Harvest Supper" potluck at the kids' school. For that event, many of the kids had written statements and poems (many with illustrations) describing what they are thankful for.

Fergus, for example, was thankful for cats.

Other kids were thankful that they were driven to school each day, or for chinchillas, or for "fish and knives," or that Stevie Wonder is still alive.

One student said she was thankful for veterans, including her dad, and thankful that her dad was "not dead" (we patted him on the back and said we were glad too).

Some of the kids, Norah included, were feeling too shy to read their thanks out loud, so one of the teachers, Shawnee, read those.

As it turns out, Norah (that delight) is thankful for: "Oxygen, soil, water, fire, books, shelter and Erin--because life wouldn't be possible without six of these things...and Erin makes me laugh."

Sigh of pride. Sigh of thankfulness.

Sunday, November 22, 2009

Final harvest


This afternoon Norah and I dug up the last of the potatoes--one of the funnest things about having a garden. It's particularly fun when you plant several varieties without any plan... Harvesting then becomes a kind of treasure hunt:

"I've got a red one!"
"Here's another white!"
"Oh! A purple!"

This harvest was almost an afterthought; I almost let it lie. Still, Norah and I came inside with fourteen pounds of potatoes.

Bring on thanksgiving.

Saturday, November 14, 2009

Tonight In Montpelier: Rock Lottery 2

I'm still too run down to attend this event, but it sounds like fun. Several "False 45th Record Club" participants, including Mike Donofrio, are mentioned in this story. If only I could play my accordion worth a shit!

Source: Vermont Public Radio








The Lamb Abbey is located near Finkerman's/Ariel's, next to the Source (Subaru repair shop).

Sick Tale

I've been sick since November 2nd.

Fever, chills, aches, cough, exhaustion: those were the symptoms for the first several days. I realize this is kind of dorky, but here's a chart of the highs and lows of my body temperature during this time (lows often with the help of Tylenol):



After the first day or so it was pretty clear that this was H1N1 influenza. The individual symptoms (cough, sore throat, chills, fever, headache, body aches, etc) were not all that severe. I had had more persistent cough. I had had worse sore throat. But combined, this thing wiped me out, and I feel like I spent the first 4 days and nights in bed, weighed down by as many quilts and comforters as I could find in the house, drifting in and out of sleep. Lauren said she had never seen me so ill.

By the evening of November 6th, though, I was feeling much better. My fever had broken, and it seemed like the worst of it was over. This made sense, since most H1N1 cases reportedly last 3 to 4 days.

But the next day? Bam, more fever. In fact, my highest fever of the week: 102.7. WTF?

Anyway, several more days passed and eventually I found that my daytime temps were in the normal range for several days in a row. This seemed like a good thing, even though I still felt run down and had a persistent cough. The weird thing? I was still spiking a low fever every night: 99.9, 100.5, 100.2, 100.9.

I had called my doctor's office on November 11th to see if they thought I should be seen. The nurse basically said "take an expectorant and call in a couple days if you're not better." Finally, on Friday 11/13 (after spiking 100.9 the night before) I called the doc and said I needed to be seen.

The diagnosis? Pneumonia. Or, in the words of the doctor, I have "a touch of pneumonia."

If you ask me, this is kind of like being told you're a touch pregnant.

I wonder when the flu ended and the pneumonia started. November 7th? November 10th?

Anyway, hard core antibiotics should take care of the pneumonia within a couple of days. Let's hope so. Enough already. I've got a chicken coop to winterize.

Ps. Everyone at my office--which provides health care services directly to college students--had the opportunity to get the H1N1 vaccination on Wednesday, November 11th. I guess that's about 10 days too late for me.

Saturday, November 7, 2009

Friday, November 6, 2009

Sunday, November 1, 2009

Saturday, October 31, 2009

Halloween


Halloween
Originally uploaded by baseballpajamas
...Before heading out trick or treating. My favorite costume here? The 5 year old girl, near the center, dressed as a "goth strawberry" (her description).

We're back home now, with 5 of these boys (plus Fergus and Norah), riding the waves of emotion that comes with frequent infusions of sugar. I'm exhausted. And miles to go before I sleep.

There is a kind of lull right now as they watch a movie--oh wait a minute, one of the boys just came downstairs in a state of dismay (Lauren is running interference). But it is relatively lull-ish with the movie happening. Still, I'm unusually stressed.

Mostly Lauren and I are standing around tonight unsure what to do with ourselves--half listening to everything that is happening, ready to intervene if necessary, but not too soon, aware that it would be ideal to prevent bloodshed, or even tears. But also aware that these boys work a lot out on their own, at school. Still, I feel like I'm working in the ER, waiting for trouble to burst through the double doors.

Thursday, October 29, 2009

Apples From 2 Houses Away

We just made the first applesauce from my new hand-crank food mill (it's still hot!).

The picture does NOT do this applesauce justice.

It's lovely, tangy, sweet.

I'm glad the kids and I followed up on the hand-lettered (with fading marker on office whiteboard) sign:

"PYO Apples. Organic. $10 a bucket--25 lbs."

Nobody was home when we went picking, so we left the ten-spot pinned to the little bulletin board in their breezeway, with a note: "Thanks for the apples." And that was enough. Thanks again, Chappells.

Tuesday, October 27, 2009

30 Years Ago Today

Thirty years ago today, in a dorm room in Bellingham, Washington, I drank one beer for every year of my young life.

Not advised.

Jim could perhaps provide a picture.

Thirty years ago in someone else's life (most likely somewhere in New York State):


Appropriated, but not frivolously, from Jamie Livingston's Photo of the Day.

Saturday, October 24, 2009

Date Night


Date Night
Originally uploaded by baseballpajamas
(Before Jane Campion film)

Monday, October 19, 2009

TV Sales Pitch

This is how Woot.com is selling a 19" LCD television today:

"The official government story says there was no boy in that balloon. But a growing number of Americans are demanding the truth about what really happened on 10/15."

There's more
. But it will be gone at midnight.

Friday, October 16, 2009

Tuesday, October 13, 2009

Monday, October 12, 2009

Bad-Ass Rooster

I know, I know, enough with the chicken talk. But look at this bad-ass rooster. This is the chicken-with-attitude that we sent away to live with Shawnee (who took this picture) a couple weeks ago.

"Don't friggin' THINK of messing with me."

Friday, October 9, 2009

Egg Sizer

Egg Sizer

We got another egg this morning, the brown one in the middle. We
happened to be there just as she (one of the barred Plymouth Rocks)
got up. We HAD been wondering if she was a boy, based on the size of
her comb.

Not a boy.

The bluegreen egg is from a friend's mature layers, set here for size
comparison.

Thursday, October 8, 2009

Surreal Vermont Chicken Doings

An unidentified chicken expert, left, and Barre Town animal control officer Justin Pickel remove a cage containing chickens seized from the property of Kathy Rubalcaba, right, in East Barre on Wednesday afternoon.

JEB WALLACE-BRODEUR/TIMES ARGUS


Police raid the roost in East Barre
Lawyer squawks over 'warrantless search'

By David Delcore
TIMES ARGUS STAFF - Published: October 8, 2009
BARRE TOWN – Just when it looked like the tale of an embattled East Barre chicken farmer couldn't get any weirder, it did late Wednesday afternoon.

Accompanied by an unidentified self-proclaimed chicken expert, police swooped in and scooped up four apparent roosters – three of them too tiny to crow – and drove off, leaving Kathy Rubalcaba to ponder what had just happened.

It was the latest maneuver in the fight over Rubalcaba's homegrown chicken-and-egg operation on her quarter-acre lot, which has raised the ire of neighbors in the residential area who have had to listen to her roosters' constant crowing.

The rooster raid capped a dizzying day during which Rubalcaba's lawyer, Daniel Richardson, said he sought without success to persuade town officials to wait for today's hastily arranged 1 p.m. hearing in Washington Superior Court before taking any drastic action. The focus of today's hearing will be a newly filed motion that Richardson had hoped would prevent the town from enforcing its Sept. 17 order limiting Rubalcaba to a single rooster until after her appeal is heard.

However, when two police cruisers and a van pulled up outside Rubalcaba's Church Street home shortly after 4 p.m., it was clear that Richardson's efforts to postpone matters had failed.

Police Chief Michael Stevens and two of his officers – one wielding a digital video camera – were joined at the scene by the town's animal control officer and a woman who would identify herself only as a "representative of the town" who professed to know something about chickens.

Asked for a warrant, police said they had none and were acting solely on the order of the selectboard. Based on that order, police ignored Rubalcaba's repeated requests that they stay off her property and out of her chicken coops and pens. They politely but firmly and repeatedly instructed her to step aside and allow the woman, whose name and qualifications they would not disclose, to inspect her chickens.

At one point Rubalcaba insisted the woman might track contaminants into her chicken coop, prompting the town's expert to tie plastic shopping bags around her shoes as a precaution. A visibly frustrated Rubalcaba was prevented by police from accompanying the woman into at least one of the enclosures that house chickens on her property.

It was a surreal scene that played out while some of Rubalcaba's nearest neighbors and most vocal critics watched quietly from a distance and a couple of her friends peppered police with questions from close range.

"How many guys do you need to take two roosters?" Tom Taylor asked. "They brought a SWAT team."

Taylor, who raises chickens in Northfield, also questioned the credentials of the woman who was hunting for roosters on Rubalcaba's property Wednesday afternoon.

"They're hens," he said of two smallish birds that the woman placed in the cage that she later drove off with.

Ann Horsman, a self-described chicken farmer from Moretown, also wondered why the woman had singled out the young birds.

"These are chicks," she said. "Unbelievable!"

Contacted at his Montpelier office after the raid that left Rubalcaba with one rooster – her prized Welsummer – Richardson said he was in the process of amending his complaint based on what he characterized as a troubling turn of events.

"This was a textbook warrantless search," he said. "I've yet to come up with a (legal) basis for the town doing what it did."

Attempts to reach both Town Attorney Michael Monte and Town Manager Carl Rogers for comment were unsuccessful Wednesday.

Richardson said he spoke with both men before the raid, but claimed he was unable to talk them out of what he called a premature power play that may have violated his client's civil rights.

"The town is acting a bit like a bully," he said. "What this did is prove a bunch of grown men can intimidate a single woman."

Richardson said Rubalcaba, whose fledgling business is called Layed In Vermont, won't take the town's actions lying down.

"We're going to move for sanctions, we're going to move to have the chickens returned, and we're going to move to have this whole thing tossed out," he said, reiterating Rubalcaba's consistent claim that she needs three roosters to maintain the three breeds that are the foundation of her enterprise.

Although the simmering chicken dispute may seem inconsequential, Richardson said the issues at its core – property rights and due process – are anything but.

"These are the building blocks on which democracy is built and our rights our tested," he said. "This is quickly moving into the realm of scary."

Rubalcaba said the rooster raid was par for the course on a day that began with an aborted attempt to slaughter nearly three dozen roosters she removed from her property Tuesday afternoon to substantially comply with the selectboard's order. Rubalcaba said she took the roosters to Taylor's farm in Northfield, but because the well there hadn't been tested she couldn't have the roosters slaughtered and USDA stamped, as she had hoped.

According to Rubalcaba, the roosters were taken to Morrisville, where they are to be inspected and slaughtered today.

Wednesday, October 7, 2009

Tuesday, October 6, 2009

Quick Trip to Owl's Head, Vermont

I stole an hour and a half today to buzz over to Groton State Forest and take a vigorous 5 minute hike (literally; the trail is only 2 tenths of a mile) to the top of Owl's Head. I couldn't stay long, because I had to rush back to pick up the kids at school, but it sure was pretty while it lasted.


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Sunday, October 4, 2009

Chicken Developments

Three chicken developments here this week:

  1. Our (most) obnoxious rooster, Black Hawk, went to live with Shawnee. I think she would like to keep him, but so far she is kind of sitting on the fence. He might end up going to Freezer Camp if he doesn't shape up.
  2. The cattle corn around here is being harvested day and night, and the trucks are buzzing back and forth to the farm with loads of chopped corn plants. The unexpected side-effect: our chickens keep wandering into the road in search of truckish windfall. This seems to amuse some of the people driving by and irritate others. One guy stopped by yesterday to say, "Do you know your chickens are in the road?" Well, yes (I had just been watching them). I apologized, and he asked if I wanted help getting them back to my lawn. I demurred; you can't really herd chickens, near as I can tell (I DID toss some scratch for them over by the garage, which kept them out of the road for awhile).
  3. Speaking of being on the fence, the chickens have discovered the rail fence, and they've been hanging out there, watching for Leaf Peepers and suchlike predators of the North.
Fence Chickens

Fence Chickens

Tuesday, September 29, 2009

Morning Dog-Walk


Morning Dog-Walk
Originally uploaded by baseballpajamas
(from Lauren)

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Saturday, September 26, 2009

After the Camp Out



(Norah and I coming down for the morning)(picture by Shawnee)

Another splendid school campout last night at Les and Allison's place on Sparrow Farm Rd. A chilly, chilly night, though. But lovely in the morning as the fog began to burn off.

After the Campout

(Here Libby walks by as I pack up our tent, Les' unfinished sugar house in the background)

My favorite time of year in Vermont.

Thursday, September 24, 2009

Tuesday, September 22, 2009

A Big Week for Univ. of Washington Poets

When I was a neurotic MFA-fiction student at the University of Washington, the poetry faculty included David Wagoner and Heather McHugh. One the students I knew there was Martha Silano.

This year, David Wagoner is guest editor of the Best American Poetry 2009 anthology (to be published at any moment), and this week Martha Silano is flying to New York to read alongside Billy Collins, Mark Doty, John Ashbery and the other poets included in "Best". And Heather McHugh has just been awarded a MacArthur Foundation "Genius" award.

National Public Radio:

Poet Heather McHugh mines words for contradictions and double meanings, offering the reader an expansive, fresh perspective on themes like love and mortality.

McHugh was recently rewarded a MacArthur fellowship for her efforts. The so-called genius grant comes with a $500,000 honorarium, which, the poet says, she will use to pay more attention to her work.

"I need to get back to my own work," McHugh tells Robert Siegel. "I've been teaching for 33 years, and to learn to teach has been to learn to pay attention to the work of others. And I've been doing that pretty ardently yea these many years, now and again taking a leave of absence."


The funny thing is, during my brief time in the Fiction program at UW, no one ever seemed to *see* Heather McHugh. She was always on some kind of sabbatical or leave.

Who was she paying attention to so ardently?

Maybe Martha Silano.

Saturday, September 19, 2009

Tom's Awesome Adventure With Fergus and Norah

(based on real events from our summer 2009 trip to Seattle)

I've always wanted to be immortalized in art, even as someone with crackpot (though entirely appropriate) fears of Benjamin Franklin. But Tom, Ned, Fergus and Norah are the stars of this show....

Friday, September 18, 2009

This Cries Out For Goat Cheese

...Some really creamy goat cheese. Serve with chops baked with local
applesauce/maple mixture and home-dug potats tossed with olive oil and
kosher salt....ahhh, autumn (almost).

Thursday, September 17, 2009

Ken Robinson: Schools Vs. Creativity

From a 2006 TED talk (thanks to Soul Pancake for the link).



Full talk Here: "Sir Ken Robinson makes an entertaining and profoundly moving case for creating an education system that nurtures (rather than undermines) creativity."

Sunday, September 13, 2009

Vermont Country Store Details

I noticed this thermometer (and the notes attached) just now at my local country store--the Adamant Co-op--where I'm hanging out on the porch, writing a letter and sipping coffee.

The yellow note on the thermometer says: "If this reads above 65 degrees you put too much wood in the stove."

The green one reads: "OR IT'S SUMMER."

The woodstove is not fired up today.

But soon.

Saturday, September 12, 2009

Dinner


Dinner
Originally uploaded by baseballpajamas
Not quite as tasty if you haven't just climbed Mt. Rainier.

But eating it from a bowl (rather than from the foil bag you've just cooked it in) helps.

Sunday, September 6, 2009

Parents Say the Darndest Things

(Email exchange with my 85-year-old father)

From: Me
To: My Dad

(Re: Euphemism Generator website)Dad, This is a useful website on those days when you can't find just the right euphemism for a given situation....

_______________________
From: My Dad
To: Me

Thanks. I read about 50 of them, and none seemed to fit what i might need at any foreseeable time. However, you might enjoy what i found last week when I tried to find a work written by Benjamin Britten. The work turns out to be named "Hymn to the Virgin". Some very young (I guess) lady posted a note on the site I found which read something like: "I was humping real hard yesterday and after I was done, I found some blood. Does this mean my hymn is broken?" She needs a spelling lesson. Dad

Saturday, September 5, 2009

Battling the Movie Crowds in Montpelier


Battling the crowds
Originally uploaded by baseballpajamas
Montpelier on a Saturday night! We went to see "Extract" at the local 5-plex and the guy in the ticket booth didn't even recognize the title when we tried to pay. I guess Montpelier just loves its Jason Batemans and its Gene Simmonses. He said, ironically. (Two other people were in the audience for this one tonight.)

Falafel Spam Plea Non-Sequitur



Here writes Lady Amanda Williams suffering from canceruous ailment.I have a proposal of Five Million Great Britis Pounds which i want you to use to uplift the down-trodden and the less-privileged individuals as i have no childand my husband relatives are bourgeois and very wealthy persons,i do want the money to be misused.Kindly contact me via my personal email for further enquiry. email address: am.williams05@gmail.com

(Falafel much like this one will be available tomorrow, Sunday 9/6/9, at the Randolph Vermont New World Festival, an all-day, all-weather festival of Celtic and French Canadian music and dance performed on five stages simultaneously. Falafel proceeds benefit my kids' school scholarship fund. Come early, eat up.)

Thursday, September 3, 2009

Templeton Farm, 6AM VT

Snapshot taken on the way to work.

Morning, VT
Originally uploaded by baseballpajamas