Reasonably productive evening
Feb. 25th, 2003 08:20 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
magidI got my car inspected yesterday. I was surprised how quickly the guy finished - I barely had time to read a full page (typewritten, single-spaced). Happily, the car passed with flying colors. (One more thing off the must-do list :-)
I walked into Harvard Square to check out an art opening at Passim. There were two artists' work displayed. The photographer had some nice photos, including some that looked almost impressionistic because he was able to play with the pigment after taking the picture (some kind of technical explanation about a particular kind of film was given in the artist's statement. I didn't understand the details.). The painter's work didn't do much for me, at all. The email I'd seen had said there would be an open mic, and perhaps there was, but no one was using it while I was there.
I meandered through the Square, depositing the money equivalent of second half of the deceased car, and discovering that there's a new book about mathematics out (title something like "Thinking About Numbers, Including the Square Root of Negative Fifteen") that looked interesting. The cover art shows a bee landing on a square root of yellow tulip, and the pages shown in the display cases at Cambridge Trust include an empty text box with the caption (probably paraphrased, by now): (Imagine your elephant here.). I suppose I shall have to read this at some point.
And somehow I next found myself browsing Harvard Book Store. Yes, I succumbed. At least I only got remaindered/used books, and only three of them. The coup part of it was one of the remaindered ones was a book I'd heard about ages ago on NPR and thought about buying then: Parrot Pie for Breakfast (No offense to Claude or Edgar). It's a selection of letters from women pioneers.
Once I got home, I made a batch of jam: I have lots of cranberries in the freezer, and realized that if I want to fit any frozen veggies in, I needed to use at least some of them. Plus I had some aging citrus fruit. So, cranberry-citrus jam. I cooked the cranberries (about a bag and a half of them) in a mixture of juices: two lemons, a honeybell tangerine, a red grapefruit, plus a splash of commercially-juiced orange and Key lime, to round out the citrus spectrum. And some sugar, of course. I ended up with three half-pints and one full pint jar, all of which had sealed by this morning :-).
License plate of the morning commute, seen on a silver Land Cruiser: MYSFTZ
I walked into Harvard Square to check out an art opening at Passim. There were two artists' work displayed. The photographer had some nice photos, including some that looked almost impressionistic because he was able to play with the pigment after taking the picture (some kind of technical explanation about a particular kind of film was given in the artist's statement. I didn't understand the details.). The painter's work didn't do much for me, at all. The email I'd seen had said there would be an open mic, and perhaps there was, but no one was using it while I was there.
I meandered through the Square, depositing the money equivalent of second half of the deceased car, and discovering that there's a new book about mathematics out (title something like "Thinking About Numbers, Including the Square Root of Negative Fifteen") that looked interesting. The cover art shows a bee landing on a square root of yellow tulip, and the pages shown in the display cases at Cambridge Trust include an empty text box with the caption (probably paraphrased, by now): (Imagine your elephant here.). I suppose I shall have to read this at some point.
And somehow I next found myself browsing Harvard Book Store. Yes, I succumbed. At least I only got remaindered/used books, and only three of them. The coup part of it was one of the remaindered ones was a book I'd heard about ages ago on NPR and thought about buying then: Parrot Pie for Breakfast (No offense to Claude or Edgar). It's a selection of letters from women pioneers.
Once I got home, I made a batch of jam: I have lots of cranberries in the freezer, and realized that if I want to fit any frozen veggies in, I needed to use at least some of them. Plus I had some aging citrus fruit. So, cranberry-citrus jam. I cooked the cranberries (about a bag and a half of them) in a mixture of juices: two lemons, a honeybell tangerine, a red grapefruit, plus a splash of commercially-juiced orange and Key lime, to round out the citrus spectrum. And some sugar, of course. I ended up with three half-pints and one full pint jar, all of which had sealed by this morning :-).
License plate of the morning commute, seen on a silver Land Cruiser: MYSFTZ