Study in Imperfection Monday, Nov 23 2009 

I have abandoned cookbooks.

They often don’t have enough pages within certain categories, they rarely have the right categories, and they never have the right kind of recipe format.

For years my recipes have existed on any scrap of paper big enough to write said recipe on, piled in an old paper HEB bag. Very organized, I know, but I didn’t know what else to do. Recipe database software had different, but similarly themed issues, and was really unusable.

When we moved, a friend very sweetly sent me a beautiful cookbook stand for my new kitchen. And I knew what I wanted. I wanted a beautiful cookbook. Something that would stand in my kitchen and hold all my miscellany and disorganization and be beautiful.

What i ended up with was this:

Another picture, so you can see the pretty cookbook stand:

That book is just a blank book from Barnes & Nobles. It has a little under 200 pages, plenty of space, and I’m handwriting the recipes in. My handwriting needs the practice anyway.
Nothing is in any particular order, just whatever I wrote them down in. This is my heirloom cookbook, with recipes from family and friends, all good enough to be worth writing down by hand, and with all the errors that implies.
I could not find the perfect cookbook. So I’ve decided to have the most imperfect cookbook I could come up with.


In Academia, the Professor publishes YOU! Monday, Nov 23 2009 


via xkcd

In the next panel of the academia timestream, the professor lady says “I’ll make sure to put you in the acknowledgements!”


Philosophy, Meet Knitting Wednesday, Nov 18 2009 

Knitting flat objects is unnatural.

Knitting’s final cause is to conserve warmth, a goal best achieved via knitting garments. Well, the human body is, in physical shape, a variety of tubes. Why should you knit flat things and seam them when you can inherently knit tubes?

This abasement of logic is brought to you by the letter constant c and my desperate need for another cup of coffee.


Babies Don’t Keep Tuesday, Nov 17 2009 

…but our society intently wants them to go off early.

I didn’t get the first round of treatment today, because the opthamologist decided I needed to wean GeekBaby first. I argued that I was not dumb enough to nurse after he gave me a drug that would hurt my baby, and that he could start treatment now, but he refused. Probably sensible in most cases, and he hasn’t had the opportunity to know me very well, but still. I’d like to start treating this, and it certainly doesn’t make weaning easier to know I could give in to the screaming and the crying and the gnashing of teeth.

I’m not kidding about the gnashing of teeth. He gnashes.

No one outside of Mike seems to understand why this is a big deal. It seems that once your kid is one, he’s no longer a baby anymore. The opthamologist came right out and said that’s why you had people nursing five year olds.

Well, that’s a stupid thing to say. It’s also ignorant, but I am used to doctors’ ignorance.

My baby, at not 16 months, is too old to nurse? Why? He can’t use the potty by himself (although use it he does). He can’t communicate in words. He can’t handle Daddy leaving in the morning without crying.

Is it terribly surprising that he also doesn’t understand why Mommy can’t nurse him anymore?

He has always been an avid nurser. Am I supposed to feel good about depriving him of his biggest source of comfort? I feel like the most terrible mother in recorded history.


Halloween 2009 Thursday, Nov 12 2009 

GeekBaby was Link (Ocarina of Time young version) for Halloween.

I had a lot of fun planning and making this costume, although it was a last minute job.  Originally I wanted to dress him as the Companion Cube and I would dress as Chell from the Orange Box.  Mike would have gotten a crowbar and gone as Gordon Freeman.  But my costume ended up being too much work, so I changed my mind at the last minute and had to think of something else.

I made this costume in the week leading up to Halloween, and reused as much material as I could find.  Excepting the paint, his wee sword and shield are all scavenged from things around the house.  I made the tunic and hat the afternoon of Halloween.  The tunic was almost too small, but worked much better than I anticipated.  I didn’t hem anything, so it’s just the 4 seams and a slit cut in the front for the collar.  I’m especially proud of the hat.  Total cost was about $20, for fabric, thread, cotton belting, buckle, and painting supplies, but it’s much more awesome than what you’d get for that price in a store!

He loves charging with his toy Master Sword.  I took this picture, and he charged me.  We took him to his grandparent’s house, and he charged Big Daddy down like a pro!

Close up of the Shield of Hyrule. It’s made of black foam core, spray painted silver, and the colors are done with model enamels.  I free handed all the drawing, and it turned out really well!  I attached it to the tunic with a big safety pin stuck to the back of the shield with some packing tape.

Close up of the Master Sword. It’s cut out of black foam core and painted. The hilt was wrapped with some shelf liner scraps and then wrapped in blue duct tape.

Oooh, he found a rupee cookie!

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