More randomness
Feb. 24th, 2006 11:27 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
magidThere's a first international sudoku competition. But it's in Italy next weekend; I'm so not making it.
I was crocheting some of the yarn I bought Tuesday, and had a Pearly Soames moment, drowning in color.
I read earlier this week about how a 2,000-year-old date seed from Masada was sprouted (planted a few years ago on Tu B'Shvat :-). Which got me thinking last night, as I ate the last of the dates I'd bought, how I could grow a date palm from seed (though I might wait until warmer months to do it). It's odd, how much of the time I don't think about how all sorts of seeds pass through my kitchen, tiny packages of potential life consigned to fruitlessness due to my culinary endeavors. A squash doesn't care whether I mash or roast it; it is trying for immortality through its offspring (as so many non-vegetables are, too). Depending on the produce, though, some seeds are more or less likely to be fertile (*insert agribusiness and genetically modified food rant here*).
Moment from this morning's commute: looking into the sun path on the water, seeing interesting textures. Look the other way, and it is just little wavelets, fairly boring.
Yesterday I got a lot of tasks done, including getting the dress to a tailor (Why was I not surprised that the zipper is a non-standard length?), getting more wine (the dishwasher has 17 bottles now, a new record), and getting groceries. Still to do: get the car inspected, pay the excise tax,and finish cooking for Shabbat. (I still have a couple of days left for the car inspection, thankfully. Though I admit I'm tempted to go a day late, just to get future inspections into a longer month that is less prone to extreme weather...)
I was crocheting some of the yarn I bought Tuesday, and had a Pearly Soames moment, drowning in color.
I read earlier this week about how a 2,000-year-old date seed from Masada was sprouted (planted a few years ago on Tu B'Shvat :-). Which got me thinking last night, as I ate the last of the dates I'd bought, how I could grow a date palm from seed (though I might wait until warmer months to do it). It's odd, how much of the time I don't think about how all sorts of seeds pass through my kitchen, tiny packages of potential life consigned to fruitlessness due to my culinary endeavors. A squash doesn't care whether I mash or roast it; it is trying for immortality through its offspring (as so many non-vegetables are, too). Depending on the produce, though, some seeds are more or less likely to be fertile (*insert agribusiness and genetically modified food rant here*).
Moment from this morning's commute: looking into the sun path on the water, seeing interesting textures. Look the other way, and it is just little wavelets, fairly boring.
Yesterday I got a lot of tasks done, including getting the dress to a tailor (Why was I not surprised that the zipper is a non-standard length?), getting more wine (the dishwasher has 17 bottles now, a new record), and getting groceries. Still to do: get the car inspected, pay the excise tax,and finish cooking for Shabbat. (I still have a couple of days left for the car inspection, thankfully. Though I admit I'm tempted to go a day late, just to get future inspections into a longer month that is less prone to extreme weather...)