What happens when you ask friends, family, and complete strangers their passwords? You learn about them! “The Secret Life of Passwords” “Keepsake passwords, he suggested, ritualize a daily encounter with personal memories that often have no place else to be recalled.” For a long time, I had passwords that were an allusion to Maggie.
On twitter yesterday, I saw a tweet from the Red Panda Network, a conservation group.
Huffquack? What does “huffquack” mean? A bit of poking around the Red Panda network’s site, and it’s how they describe a red panda vocalization. You can hear it in this video (around the 0:29 mark).
It somewhat reminds me of a fishing cat vocalization (around 0:20).
Huffquack! pretty cute. Not only are red pandas among the cutest looking animals out there, they are among the cutest sounding ones!
The first Friday in November is Interational Fountain Pen day. This year, it’s today, November 7. This year will mark my twentieth anniversary as a fountain pen collector and user. I like to think of all my pens as users, whether they are brand new, or over a century old.
Fountain pens offer an elegance to writing, and a bit of ritual. Given modern companies that produce a rainbow of inks and the ability to choose your nib, letters on the page are infinitely customizable. I find the writing to be smoother, and my handwriting simply looks better.
Never try a fountain pen? Might I suggest Pilot Varsity Or, if you want to get the full experience, I would recommend a Lamy Safari. This is a great pen that can take cartridges, or, with a convertor, fill from a bottle. I’m almost certain you will fall in love with fountain pens.
Some great shops:
My wife has an open invitation to make requests for things for me to make. It might be a general request (“you should make more pasta”), or a specific request (“make cookies like these”). Recently, she made two requests, the first of which was a hybrid. She tried some multi-grain bread from a small bakery at a farmer’s market, and asked for me to try to find a recipe. I dug around, found one and played with it.
The recipe calls for a multi-grain cereal. Bob’s Red Mill 10 Grain Cereal was recommended, but I couldn’t find it. I found a seven-grain cereal in bulk at a new market in town, which is just as well. When trying a new recipe with special ingredients, I don’t like to invest in too much. In both cases, it looked like “pinhead” oatmeal. You definitely feel it when eating a piece.
It was a pain to make. The dough is very sticky from the get-go, and, after the first rise, an additional half-cup of honey only made it stickier. I never feel like I got it off my fingers until well after I made it. My dough blade was used repeatedly to move it on the counter as I did some of the kneading by hand. I swore I would never make this bread again!
Then we had some.
It is an incredible bread. We definitely liked it, though I was still not sure it was worth the hassle.
Then I had some with peanut butter. I would find myself craving it mid-morning, as I entered that time that was too late for breakfast, but too early for lunch. It became a go-to snack when driving to a cyclocross race.
My wife and I have started calling it “crack bread,” to suggest our addiction. Describing food as “crack” is a phrasing that has been criticized, but it is part of the contemporary vernacular. Embracing the slang, it’s weird how much stuff is like crack. It really has become an addition, making it worth the effort to make.
My wife bought some of the bread that inspired my making this, and called out that it was different. She then did a side-by-side comparison with a bit we had left. Even though my loaf was nearly two weeks old, she declared it the winner.
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|The Percent Daily Values (DV) are based on a 2,000 calorie diet, so your values may change depending on your calorie needs. The values here may not be 100% accurate because the recipes have not been professionally evaluated nor have they been evaluated by the U.S. FDA.|
If you have the I Can Has Cheezburger page-a-day calendar may recognize a familiar face. A picture of Eddy made it in! He's quite proud.
Beso still loves the Cat Crib!
I got my Snow Leopard Trust newsletter last week. There were several photos taken by camera traps of wild snow leopards. I stood in my kitchen staring at these photos. Here are these cats standing on a mountain. There are no bars to protect them, and no keepers to bring them their meal. They hunt on these rocky slopes, fearing nothing. Only one thought went through my head: our world is so very blessed to have these amazing creatures.
I had a similar experience watching a documentary about snow leopards. Researchers saw that a mother snow leopard went to hunt, leaving her two cubs in their den. Wait! I thought. They are so rare and tiny! What if something happens to them? But that’s life in the wild.
Today is International Snow Leopard Day, a day to call attention to the Ghost of the Mountain. We are left with between 4,000 and 6,500 wild snow leopards. This number is shrinking due to habitat loss and conflict with man. There are simple ways to protect these cats. For instance, the Snow Leopard Trust works with the people who share the snow leopard’s habitat. Where the people might do a “revenge killing” after one of their goats is taken by a snow leopard, now they are more likely to shoot pictures with a cell phone. Studies of snow leopard behavior also help reduce this conflict, giving a better idea to the impact they are having.
Snow leopards are my second favorite species of cat, and I hope they are around for future generations to be amazed by.
My wife and daughter do storytime. Since Luna moved in nearly three years ago, she has joined them. Presently, they’re working their way through Harry Potter. She lays there, listens, and occasionally purrs.
She skips some days. Other days, she’ll realize she missed it, and run in and chirp. Once in a while, another chapter is read, just for Luna.
My wife related to me today that Luna enlisted Beso in trying to get out the current book. He’s bigger, and better able to help. I wonder what she would do once they got it out–I’m not sure she can read herself.