application filed, still no word from the faculty. More money = more things = more work. So I was thinking of a different scheme. I could settle down here at this old chicken coop. It has some character, its in a gated community afterall.
my boss had us over for wine (4 bottles) and some other schmack-a-doo. we rode bikes. my cooking has been slow lately, but i did make some eithopian dishes last week, with my own homemade niter kibeh and berbere. now i just need to write a statement of purpose . . .
On receipt of his new purchase, V wanted to get gussied up for a night on the town. Aside from the steak tartar everything was gravy.
At work sometimes its hard to do things when there are several small tasks that add up to completion. So... a product never arrives. Or at least thats the way its seems.
so...
checking out a few PhD programs, however, so far it doesn't look like it will start next year.
work? fun? volunteer? move? hmmm. In other news I want to renew my spanish skills.
audio player by BigSoupMusic guru midnightparking.com
song by Okeh (1923) found on archive.org
its hard to be a vagabond ...(thanks elton john for exposing me to the word vagabond) when you have a lot of stuff. Just used my brand new food processor (props to K's aunt) and it was totally awesome, made some 'sweet' hummus, screw doing that in a blender or puny, low-horsepower small food processor. Frickin sweet, for real. 14 cups say what!
