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Hands Digging up Roots: December 2008
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Hands Digging up Roots. Friday, December 19, 2008. Mushroom of the Day. Did I ever share this one? This is the balcony of my apartment. Links to this post. Monday, December 15, 2008. Mushroom of the Day. La Fungheria: The Mushroom Store. Links to this post. Wednesday, December 10, 2008. Not Quite Gregory Peck. I took the overnight train to Rome. It was the cheapest, and also afforded me the most time in the city. I left after my last class Thursday night and caught the 11:20 train. She put her camera away.
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Hands Digging up Roots: August 2009
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Hands Digging up Roots. Thursday, August 27, 2009. Links to this post. Wednesday, August 26, 2009. Do you want a coloring project? My boss asks me today. Oh yes. That is, if I can fit in in between sticking labels on notecards and moving photos around in Corel. A nice day to welcome me back to work. Last week, my mom and sister visited me while I took annual leave. We went clamming in view of Redoubt and caught more clams than we know what to do with. They squirted us. Ok, that's the life update. If you ...
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Hands Digging up Roots: It looks like a cute fuzzy bunny.
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Hands Digging up Roots. Friday, October 16, 2009. It looks like a cute fuzzy bunny. A cute fuzzy bunny. Until it got eaten. Now it’s a pile of guts that have sprouted inch-long white tufts of fine, fibrous mold. And I get to walk by it every day on my way to work. I love living here. November 16, 2011 at 6:07 AM. Miss Delhi Escorts, Delhi Escorts Agency, Delhi Female Escorts, Delhi Sexy Girlfriend Escorts, Delhi Female, Delhi Girls, Busty Models, Delhi Escort, Hot, Hot Call Girls, Companion. At auction i...
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Hands Digging up Roots: April 2009
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Hands Digging up Roots. Tuesday, April 21, 2009. Betsi does not like Twitter. And decided not to join when she first heard of it two years ago. And is annoyed that it keeps popping up all of a sudden everywhere she turns. She can't even turn on the radio these days without hearing about it. Not even NPR is safe. Even when she is hiding in Alaska, where everything else is ten years behind schedule, Twitter is ubiquitous. Links to this post. Friday, April 17, 2009. Mt Redoubt: view from the Kenai flats.
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Hands Digging up Roots: A Tale About Smoking
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Hands Digging up Roots. Wednesday, October 7, 2009. A Tale About Smoking. Smoking fish, that is. With my not-so-grillable salmon rescued from the freezer coils, I made a brine of coriander, black pepper, dill, yellow mustard, celery (all in seed form), crushed bay leaf, and fresh garlic. These I heated in some water to release the aromas, then added to a salt, lemon, brown sugar and water marinade. The salvaged fish went into the brine, and was forgotten for a while. In the meantime we ate a feast:.
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Hands Digging up Roots: January 2009
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Hands Digging up Roots. Wednesday, January 28, 2009. Why a Philosopher can’t convince me of What I Already Know. In response to Wake-Up Weekend in Grand Rapids last Friday and Saturday, I engaged a few smart friends in the topic of Veganism. By ‘smart friends’ I mean some vegan philosophy students that I know and like very much. My question builds on the following premise:. The Should-Nots believe that although animals have rights, human still, in some circumstances, have the right to eat them or their p...
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Hands Digging up Roots: Not Scared. Not Scared At All.
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Hands Digging up Roots. Wednesday, October 21, 2009. Not Scared. Not Scared At All. This is what my sister says. What she means is: "This situation is not at all to my liking and there is a heck of a lot that could go wrong, but I've assessed all the factors and feel I can keep rising panic at bay.". Animals. The cold was threatening me from every angle but I kept repeating to my limbs: you are warm; you are. No winter for me! I needed to experience at least a taste of it before heading off to Hawaii.
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Hands Digging up Roots: October 2009
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Hands Digging up Roots. Wednesday, October 28, 2009. It's Almost the Same Thing. But instead of rotting fish, the trail smells like rotting fruit. Instead of mosquitos, there are fruit flies. Instead of stopping to pick wild cranberries, I stop to shake a guava tree and catch the ripe ones that fall out. And instead of finding snow and ice and Dall sheep at the top of the mountain, I find a view of this green green island and the blue blue ocean all around. Links to this post. Wednesday, October 21, 2009.
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Hands Digging up Roots: March 2009
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Hands Digging up Roots. Tuesday, March 31, 2009. In Confirmation of My Earlier Theory. Then I heard another bird sound which is (but only recently) familiar to me: the Bald Eagle. The first time I heard it I was amazed that such a beautiful sound could come from such an ugly bird. No, I do not have any aesthetic loyalty towards our national bird (speaking of which, is there a national any other type of animal? The cry is exotic, expressive, untamable. They were, um, shall we say, Celebrating Spring.
