Things Fall Apart

The center can not hold?

All technology in my house is slowly deciding that it no longer wishes to reside you. First the modem died and there was no more internet. Two days ago the remote to the converter box on the TV went MIA. No sign. Searched the couch, under it etc. can't find it. As a result I get to enjoy only the fine programs on Fox. The no TV choices would be a problem if there was internet...but we already covered that.

And now! last night the phone stopped getting a dial tone. sigh. Yes I unplugged and replugged. Last time this happened the squirrels had eaten through the phone line outside the house. But it took a ton of cojolling to get the AT&T guys out to my house. Plus once they came he covered my wires with anti-squirrel devices. (sheet metal wrapping)

So here I am, packing, trying to make sure that everything is set up with my loans for school, trying to get things done with the Doctor and I can't get anything done at home because I have only my cell phone. Just 14 more days. Then I'll be home where there is shiny shiny internet and phones. Then I'll be in Cairo, where I won't care if I don't have access to the internet at all times. But until then, I feel like everything is just breaking around me.

Defenestration

I'm currently reading a book called The Defenestration of Bob T. Hash III by David Deans.
It's a bizarre little book about a land where a parrot turns into his owner when his owner strangely disappears. They live in a book that teaches English, and mangled other languages apparently. The author has taught English as a foreign language in various countries and he's clearly straining against the ridiculous exercises that most texts make the student do, and how sometimes there are no answers that make any sense in the exercise.
The language is very clever, and inserted within the plot are faux exercises that are in the book that they live in. I think that sometimes the book suffers for all the clever language, and funny interludes, especially since that means that frequently nothing is happening at all.


In completely disperate news, I went to the dentist today and had my teeth cleaned. They looked very clean, I got good marks for taking care of my mouth. However in stead of polishing my teeth in the normal way, they blasted baking soda at them at high pressure. They said it's more effective and quicker. It also is really uncomfortable. Baking soda flying all over the place hitting you at high pressure in the uvula and whatnot. Generally unplesant, not recommended by embly.

meal of a dozen

I like meals with themes. Not ones that I necessarily plan, but a common thread that I find in the food that I eat. It amuses me when the food that I eat is all related to each other in some way.
For instance; when I was working at an overnight summer camp, we had a cookout every session. The food that we ate was, hot dogs, cheese sticks, and twix. Everything was long and cylindrical. That pleased me to no end, we might have had carrots as well, but I have to admit that I don't quite remember. The meal was also one of the more tasty ones that we got to eat.

Last night was another example. Just about everything that we ate came in 12. We made jerk wings on the grill. We had a recipe, but we didn't have some of the more important ingredients, like all spice, scallions, and who knows what else. So Alex and I decided to (pardon) wing it.

We had such success. Honestly I think that Alex have some sort of magic that lets our food turn out so well, because we just mess around.

But back to the point. we had 12 wings, 12 beers, 12 cupcakes....that might be it for the 12. I'm positive that there were more than 12 asparagus.