eruthros: Ivanova from B5 saying "boom boom boom boom" to Londo -- angry icon!! (B5 - Ivanova boom)
It is SNOWING. And the snow is sticking to the GROUND. WTF.
eruthros: Delenn from Babylon 5 with a startled expression and the text "omg!" (BtVS cheeseman nonsense)
From our official, National-Weather-Service issued, Hazardous Weather Outlook form:

"... A MIXED BAG OF PRECIPITATION IS POSSIBLE ON SUNDAY AND MONDAY."

Ah, those mixed bags of precipitation. WTF, National Weather Service?
eruthros: Delenn from Babylon 5 with a startled expression and the text "omg!" (FF + Dinosaur comics = best icon ever)
Okay. So. It's supposed to get up to 35+ today, and it hit 41 yesterday. But it was freezing last night.

What does that mean? Well, mostly it means that I wrenched my back and my ankle not-falling-down on my nextdoor neighbor's sidewalk. Which is covered in black ice. Apparently they don't sand or salt or anything. PAH.

Fortunately, it is a Wednesday, and I don't carry my laptop to campus on Wednesdays, so all I have to worry about is twisting an ankle or beating up my Turkish textbook. But it is supposed to be like this again tomorrow, pah.

On the other hand, high near thirty-six. I'm not wearing a sweater! Or long underwear! Or wool socks! Or a scarf and a hat and gloves! And it's only twenty-eight right now. Heaven knows what thirty-six will feel like. Heaven, I imagine. I'll get a smoothie because I'll be so overheated.

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I hope to go the the Philadelphia Flower Show the weekend before spring break, btw, which should be the weekend of the ninth. Perhaps I will see some of y'all there? Student tickets at the door are a mere $15.
eruthros: closeup on apples, text "fruit porn" (fruit porn - apples)
Query: things can bode well, or bode ill. Can they just bode? My dictionary is unclear on this subject. Obviously one doesn't need ill or well with an object (e.g. boding long days), but what about without an object? My sense is yes; after all, one can have portents of unspecific kind.

The OED only has examples of it used with well or ill, or with a direct object. But they also don't show usage after 1870 on their date chart, so I think I can make my own rules. They also indicate that the use of "bode" as a noun, for presentment or portent, is archaic, and I use it in that meaning in speech as well, so I shall just dismiss the OED's interpretation entirely.

In any case, the weather here is boding. An orange-red-gray light, a whipping wind, and swiftly-moving clouds: something is happening.

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Random food porn: Leonidas Chocolate is doing a 15th anniversary sale. All of their chocolate is retailing for $20/lb. In the states, even. Get thee hence and got a general assortment and appreciate the gianduja!
eruthros: Delenn from Babylon 5 with a startled expression and the text "omg!" (BtVS Tara avatar avatar)
Woe. Power out. Need power! Need A/C! Instructions from Weather Gods (i.e. National Weather Service) are to remain inside with A/C or fan on. (Except also to avoid polluting.) It is 100 degrees outside. There is no breeze.

[livejournal.com profile] m_shell: I feel like it's one of those cannibal movies, you know. First guy: it's really quiet. Second guy: too quiet.

Yes, the air conditioning units have been silenced for blocks. And it's so hot that no one is outside, so there's no street noise. Dead. Quiet.

Ooooh, there it is again. Beautiful electricity. *pets*
eruthros: Ivanova from B5 saying "boom boom boom boom" to Londo -- angry icon!! (B5 - Ivanova boom)
Something I will not miss about Philadelphia: being basically instructed to avoid moving around outdoors, as it is "unhealthy for sensitive groups." I mean, I would feel free to ignore the recommendation, if it weren't for the fact that walking three blocks at even a plodding pace makes me wheeze. The combination of the heat, the humidity, and the high particle pollution feels like physical pressure against my chest, like I'm weighted down. I enjoy walking. I like to meander along the Kelly Drive walking path, past all the ridiculous public art and the museum and the boathouses and the bridges, and then walk the couple extra miles to go grocery shopping downtown. It irritates me that this would be unpleasantly sticky (the heat) and unpleasantly asthma-attack-inducing (the pollution). I could deal with just unpleasantly sticky; Ithaca was unpleasantly sticky when I walked my eight miles to various apartments. But the inability to breathe slows me down rather a lot.

Philadelphia can't really decide how to deal with high-pollution days, though. In the Bay Area, they do Spare the Air and bribe everyone into taking public transit by making it all free. Here, they tell us that we should bike or take public transit to work, but also that we should avoid exercise or being outdoors too much because of the heat, and they don't seem to see the conflict there. (They also tell us to turn our a/c units down or off, to reduce the pollution. And then they say that we should spend time in a cool, well-ventilated, air-conditioned area, to reduce the risk of heat prostration. Um. Yes. I'll get on that, as soon as I can figure out how.)

I told [livejournal.com profile] m_shell the other day that we'd hit the first of several days of "unhealthy for sensitive groups" warnings, and she said "Philadelphia is unhealthy for sensitive groups."
eruthros: Delenn from Babylon 5 with a startled expression and the text "omg!" (BtVS Tara avatar avatar)
The good:

1. My folks are in Philadelphia! They are visiting for a conference, but they've got some free time and will be touristing around a bit.

2. Bartram's Garden on the Schuylkill. Bartram's Garden is the oldest (extant) botanical garden in the U.S., and, although it is very small, rather a lot of fun. Plus it's right on the river; John Bartram traveled by boat, so the house and gardens face the dock. Bartram's Garden is also the location of the Franklin tree, which the Bartrams saved from extinction, and of the oldest known gingko tree in the country. And it is free. And you can sit by the water. Altogether yay.

3. [livejournal.com profile] m_shell, who is the best girlfriend ever, brought me a chocolate cheesecake brownie from Metropolitan Bakery. Incredibly good stuff, that.

The bad:
1. Headache undefeated by painkillers.

2. Hot. World = too hot.

3. Problems with plumbing AGAIN. Toilet running AGAIN. Have to call landlord to call stupid handyman AGAIN. Maybe this time it will actually be fixed for good. (Ha.)

The ugly:

1. Very bad case of contact dermatitis on hands, and I don't know what new and different thing I've decided to be allergic to now. (Not that it would make a difference; I'm avoiding everything until it goes away, and it wouldn't go away any faster if I worked out that it was the hand soap in the bathroom versus the new sponges in the kitchen.) It's itchy and hot and makes my hands look alien and swollen and awful. As I told [livejournal.com profile] m_shell, if my hands are going to look like somebody else's hands, they could at least make the somebody else itch instead of me.
eruthros: Yoda in Dagobah swamp, caption "slimy? mudhole? my fandom this is!" (SW - slimy mudhole fandom)
It's starting to be the kind of weather that makes me think longingly of air conditioning. And want to eat nothing but cold pasta salad and ice cream. (Not together.) We recently received a birthday package from [livejournal.com profile] sineala and [livejournal.com profile] lysimache, and in it we found Herrells chocolate-almond sauce. I could eat this stuff forever; we're going to have to get more vanilla ice cream.

Dear Philadelphia: upper seventies at the most, okay? or at least a strong breeze? no love, [livejournal.com profile] eruthros

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This morning, while the rice pudding was baking, we finally hauled all the bags of books up from the car and sorted them out. This is always the astonishing part of the BookExpo process, as you attempt to remember when (or why) you picked up some of the books you find in the bag. Or the tschotchkes - why do we have two t-shirts that say "in space, no one can hear you read?" and what are they advertising?

In any case, expect a post on the subject of "um, somehow we seem to have picked up three copies of the Dave Barry book" and "we got this signed to you but we don't remember your address" soon.

I have to highlight one particular inscribed book here, though, even though we don't have extra copies of it. It's Broken Trail, which I've been calling "the ni hao book." Yes, that's right: I smiled politely at Alan Geoffrion and asked him if he would sign a copy to my friend [livejournal.com profile] joie_de_livre, a librarian in the Bay Area. I did not mention that I wanted a copy for her because she had come up with the best summary imaginable for his book. I thought it might be rude, given... well:

The publicist's summary: A hardened old rancher crosses paths with five Chinese women being forced into prostitution.
[livejournal.com profile] joie_de_livre's take: "Ni hao, ni hao, ni hao, ni hao, ni hao, ni howdy!"

So, [livejournal.com profile] joie_de_livre, expect the ni hao book any day now!
eruthros: Drew Barrymore wearing just a tie and smiling at the camera (DB promo pic tie)
So this morning I got down to the train station fifteen minutes early, as it is not only a Monday (weekly pass buyers!) but the first workday of the month (monthly pass buyers!). I had not, however, reckoned on the new station agent, who is still new enough that every time I see her I think "... wait, what, where's Cranky Old Dude?" And so there was a line to the back of the station when I got there, and I cut it right close -- all the ten-minute-early folks arrived at once, and the line soon snaked around the tiny box of a station building and out the door. And I wasn't panicked; I carry spare tickets in my wallet in case of emergencies, so I could have made the train if I really wanted to, and I can catch the next train and be only five minutes late, so I remained blithely tra-la and not tense as those around me built up huge storms of stress. And then the train bell rang, and it started pulling into the station, and I was three people back from the counter, but everyone in front of me bolted because they were afraid of missing the train and were apparently all idiots. And I needed to pay with a credit card, but it takes people a long time to get up the train stairs, so I hastily purchased my weekly pass and ran out the door with my pass in my hand and my bag still open, and up the stairs and onto the train and I even got a seat. So that is my Public Transit Story for the day. Expect more on Wednesday night or Thursday, when I will return from Stony Brook having experienced, for the first time, the Long Island Rail Road.

Also, [livejournal.com profile] friede needs to come back to Philadelphia stat. I mean, she's fun to talk to and all that, but also? She took our good weather with her! It is storming outside right now, and it might snow tomorrow night. SNOW. There is something wrong with the universe.
eruthros: Delenn from Babylon 5 with a startled expression and the text "omg!" (Default)
1. I am a sheep! My johari window. Though I agree with folks who think that there are some key adjectives missing, there; I mean, where's practical, funny or anything indicating a sense of humor other than "silly," intense, sarcastic, and so on?

2. [redacted because about work]

3. Thursday I made an excellent apple-pear crostada, which I'm really proud of, because it ended up not just tasty but attractive -- I usually don't snag any points for presentation. Today we're doing cherry-ricotta muffins, which our recipe says should "taste like a muffin taking cheesecake lessons." Where's the bad there? Mollie Katzen's Sunlight Cafe rocks my baking world -- people critique it all the time for being "not the kind of breakfast people eat now," apparently implying that we should all just give up on breakfast except for a cup of bad coffee and a doughnut, but the muffins all keep really well in the fridge. And are nummy. (This is the source of our recipes for lemon-ginger-pear muffins, which kick ass, and for blueberry muffins, and ... actually, I don't think I've baked anything in months that didn't come from this cookbook, except for cookies.)

4. For Valentine's Day/end of examiness, I got [livejournal.com profile] m_shell some Charles Chocolates. Charles Chocolates rock so, so much. We were offered some for free at the last BEA -- hand-outs of a Don't Know Much About Wine sort of publisher. Anyway, the pate de fruits were kick-ass, and the chocolate bars fantabulous, and the chocolate almonds really, really good, and we just sort of hovered there for a while going "oh, the passionfruit one!" and so on. They are far above my normal chocolate price-range, but really good, and now I can say that the mojito heart with mint infusion and lime? Wow.

5. Snow. We may even get "thunder-snow." Fortunately, we have hot chocolate and lots of Netflix.

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