Ouch, That’s bright

I rounded the corner and was almost blinded by the (street)light. Ow. It’s bad enough with the vampire-slaying halogen headlights {great commercial] that wipe out your night vision for ten minutes, and that’s if they’re not on bright. And the Porch Lights of Doom that go off when a car passes by two blocks over. Now the street lights are out to get me! Continue reading

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Problems with Pork Chops

How do you keep them moist? One of the down-sides to the (supposed) demand for leaner meats was the modern pork chop. Even with a little fat on it, even thick cut, they get dry because there has never been much marbling on that part of the pig. Now, it seems as if showing the package of chops a photo of the sun dries them out.

I’ve tried pre-browning to seal in the juice, but this far it has not worked. So I braise or simmer them into done-ness. Continue reading

Malice Aforethought or Just Otto Correct?

Greetings and Salutations, Instapunderati! Thanks for dropping by.

So, by now most of us who pay a little attention to such things have read about the implosion at WorldCon 2018. What I’d like to muse over a little is not the actual “problem,” but the response and assumptions behind that response. For those not familiar with the tempest, to make a very convoluted story shorter, an author submitted non-standard pronouns to be used in their biography in the program. Continue reading

Re-name and Remove: Cleaning up the Past

So by now most of you have heard about the American Library Association re-naming one of their major awards. https://www.washingtonpost.com/news/morning-mix/wp/2018/06/25/laura-ingalls-wilders-name-stripped-from-childrens-book-award-over-little-house-depictions-of-native-americans/?noredirect=on&utm_term=.1e0b9922e0c0

The attitudes of the 1860s through 1880s are not proper and must be expunged from the record, along with people who wrote about them. Never mind that one of the last major attacks by Native Americans—several hundred settlers killed—against Euro-Americans was in Minnesota in 1862.

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Escaping School

No, this isn’t another end-of-the year cat post. This is about being Odd and the designated target for four years and more, and what happened. There are reasons why I say that I escaped public high school, rather than graduating. I did learn things, and I had some really good English and science teachers who taught me a great deal that I still use, but oh, lordy, the other students and the administrators… Continue reading