Why do some people call them "pita pockets" rather than "pita" (Not to be confused with "PITA" :-)? Flatbreads without pockets have to carry their wallets are flatbreads, or foccaccia, or aish tanur, or any of a number of pocket-free breads. (Hm. Gollum would like that, for riddleses.)
In The Phantom Tollbooth, Milo gets sights and sounds, words and numbers, sense and perspective, also an orchestra of color. He doesn't get smell, taste, or touch. Were these too personal, or not academic enough? Now I'm trying to imagine Milo experiencing those, perhaps using sound or sight as the metaphor.
There's an historic house museum a couple of blocks from work: Gibson House, in the Gibson family since it was built in 1860.
I'm very happy to have an open porch to grow things on, and have a sukkah on. When it's raining, though, I very much envy the next-door neighbors with the deep covered porch: they can sit outside and enjoy the rain. I think my ideal house would include both open and covered porches, possibly contiguously. (Also more cabinet space and room for a deep-freezer in the kitchen, a washer-drier located somewhere convenient, and a couple more closets. Etc.)
Salad for dinner last night, salad for breakfast this morning, and amazingly, there's not so much lettuce left. Now I just have to face cooking (and the other greens will be vanquished).
Oh, and this morning I noticed that the label on the eggs featured a profile of a particular hen. Cute.
In The Phantom Tollbooth, Milo gets sights and sounds, words and numbers, sense and perspective, also an orchestra of color. He doesn't get smell, taste, or touch. Were these too personal, or not academic enough? Now I'm trying to imagine Milo experiencing those, perhaps using sound or sight as the metaphor.
There's an historic house museum a couple of blocks from work: Gibson House, in the Gibson family since it was built in 1860.
I'm very happy to have an open porch to grow things on, and have a sukkah on. When it's raining, though, I very much envy the next-door neighbors with the deep covered porch: they can sit outside and enjoy the rain. I think my ideal house would include both open and covered porches, possibly contiguously. (Also more cabinet space and room for a deep-freezer in the kitchen, a washer-drier located somewhere convenient, and a couple more closets. Etc.)
Salad for dinner last night, salad for breakfast this morning, and amazingly, there's not so much lettuce left. Now I just have to face cooking (and the other greens will be vanquished).
Oh, and this morning I noticed that the label on the eggs featured a profile of a particular hen. Cute.
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Date: 2006-06-29 03:49 pm (UTC)If you haven't read it, there a lovely interview (http://archive.salon.com/books/int/2001/03/12/juster/) with Norton Juster from Salon in 2001.
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Date: 2006-06-29 03:59 pm (UTC)And thanks for the pointer; I hadn't read that (though I have read The Dot and the Line, which is also lovely).
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Date: 2006-06-29 07:08 pm (UTC)I have a copy in my bag to bring to potluck tonight, because of that comment in... oh, wait! It occurs to me that you might not read
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Date: 2006-06-29 07:18 pm (UTC)Those are excellent!
(I have a little section of mathematical fiction in my library, though most of them aren't punful.)
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Date: 2006-06-30 10:29 am (UTC)