So I got myself a smartphone.
Month: August 2012
Too late to go back to bed
Seven learnings for saving on car rentals
In a little over a month, I’ll be going new-where. Remember that? I bet you’d forgotten all about it… or thought I had.
Not so!
The adventure is very much still “on” and the details have been coming together. Continue reading “Seven learnings for saving on car rentals”
The day after
As seen on TV.
When you watch TV dramas and people go into the hospital, there’s a lot of drama and running around… if not for them personally, at least somewhere in the vicinity. It’s a hospital, after all. When they get rolled into surgery, the halls are usually Continue reading “The day after”
The open (hearted) letter
In just a little while, I go in for a little nothing of a surgery. Actually it’s a little less-than-nothing of a surgery, nothing at all to trouble yourself about, and no need to worry because Continue reading “The open (hearted) letter”
The final shots
Here are the final shots I took before the disaster that struck my well-loved but ultimately doomed camera.
This place is the resort next to where we stayed.
This effect is what happens when your camera has been in the air conditioning and the real world is 30 degrees hotter.
How yummy is that?
So I baked the no-knead bread that I started yesterday.
I’d tell you that it looks good, but they say a picture is worth a thousand words. And since I was able to jam my broken camera open long enough to snap a few shots, here you go: Continue reading “How yummy is that?”
Non sequiturs
I have no-knead bread rising in the kitchen. By my calculation, it will be ready for its second rise in roughly midmorning, and ready to be baked tomorrow evening. It’s got white and whole wheat flour, and a bit of oats for interest. We’re calling that part an experiment. Continue reading “Non sequiturs”
Ah, home
I probably ought to unpack, and I’m sure (eventually) I will. But for now… this couch is really, really comfortable. Continue reading “Ah, home”
Third time’s a charm
The first time I dropped my camera, it was on the dock in Alaska, one day into what, up to that point, was possibly my grandest adventure. Continue reading “Third time’s a charm”
