Archive for February, 2012

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TND Extra – Oscars 2012

February 29, 2012

My office runs a Super Bowl pool every year, and every year I get asked multiple times if I want to participate. I get tired of finding clever non-offensive ways to say no (in my office an unexplained ‘no’ is not an acceptable answer). Most years I don’t even know who’s playing – although this year I did because it’s impossible to live in Boston and not know that the Patriots have made it to the Superbowl. This year my standard response was that I didn’t care about the Super Bowl, but if someone wanted to handicap the Oscars I’d be in like Flynn. Nobody too me up on my suggestion. Read the rest of this entry ?

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TND – Laissez les bon temps roulez

February 23, 2012

There are three things you need to know before I tell this story.

Firstly, my father is generally a fairly dignified person.  He’s more Yes, Prime Minister than Monty Python.  This means that on the occasions that he’s not, it’s disproportionally funny, and the event tends to live on (and on) in the collective family memory. Read the rest of this entry ?

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TND – Librarian Adjacent

February 15, 2012

Four and a half years of Dinner – 286 recipes – have now been sorted and tagged to within an inch of their lives.

https://pinboard.in/u:mondaynightdinner/t:MND/

Plus, 127 of the recipes (and counting) I’m idly eying with a view either towards Dinner, or dinner the other six nights of the week. Read the rest of this entry ?

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TND – Color me Unimpressed

February 9, 2012

When I was little we lived in a sequence of places that were nowhere particularly near Virginia. This is only relevant because Virginia was where my grandmother lived, and my mother and I used to spend a month visiting with her every summer. I loved the month we spent in Richmond, among other things it has left me with a lifelong appreciation for heat and humidity which pretty much nobody else I know shares. What I didn’t love was the process of getting there, which was long and tedious. I imagine it was even longer and more tedious for my mother who had to play the responsible adult in that scenario as opposed to being the bored 7 – 9 – 12 – 14 year old whose biggest responsibility was trying to sleep on the plane, picking at the food, and not being too much of a pill about traveling for 24 hours straight. Read the rest of this entry ?