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June 22nd
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Currently obssessed with

1) This song: Cold War Kids, Hair Down
My favorite part 'She's laughing like a choir girl. When she doubles over sounds like hallelujah.'

2) Gin and Tonics made with Hendricks gin.

3) Red caps (re: Falcon with a cap on its head)

4) Astrology.

Question

Please ask your father how quickly and how close to 'free' he could do this for us. 

And this,

Navigation

Do you think they will let me use a sextant to get us across Gros Morne?

Is there a reason she is on the ocean?

I guess, if we have to

Freezie haiku

Corpse hands
Grip long neon tube
Sugar coma

Word of the Week: Those words you use without really understanding what they mean.

What we thought uncanny meant:
Unusual knack for something. Being good at something.
e.g. She had an uncanny talent for spotting Hyundai Accents from afar.

What uncanny really means:
Adjective: Strange or mysterious, especially in an unsettling way. 
e.g. She had an uncanny talent for picking up psychopathic individuals.
Synonyms: weird, mysterious, unearthly

Next week: If you can be uncanny, can you be canny? 

Also: Red Cap Oranda Goldfish

Falcon with a cap on its head

Bon Iver killed himself after he read this

http://www.good.is/post/the-loneliest-whale-in-the-world/

Teaching Science

365 Haiku?

Unthawing fingers,
Spring rays produce emotion
Latent warmth befalls

Spring is in the air

So is flavorless, crappy dinners that Burro makes for Buura

Exploration

It is monday, like any other monday, but not really.  It feels like the first monday I have had off where the sun is out in forever.  I am doing my darnedest not to be in the shadowy apartment and so am outside absorbing the sun's rays like a drunken solar panel.  My goal is to find a recipe to make for you Burra.  Smitten Kitchen was an awesome blog for anyone's food spank bank.  It really made me want to get into this wonderful arena known as a kitchen.  If only I could find it...

But damn it's hard getting into something new.  the ingredients and rules, Burra, they are endless!  Then I think about making fresh pasta in Italy while drinking a nice Rioja and I get inspired.  By Italy I mean the gas station backyard we have.  It seems like a good way to spend a saturday together. 

I found a retardedly simple recipe that would not impress a starving African, but damn am I going to give it my all for you.  Hopefully from here I will work my way up to rice and other more technical dishes.  The possibilities are endless if I put my mind to it (or order it from Seb and pretend it is my own creation).

B