Y'know, I try not to reference links from kottke (because everyone else does already), but this optical illusion is amazing. Here's an animated version.
I'm feeling much better, thanks. Not quite a whole J.D. again, but close. (My hamstring is still sore, but I'm not as blue as I was.)
What helped me shirk the sulkiness?
Thai tuna salad and a network of friends.
Tuesday night I was unable to go to the circus with Kris, Jenn, and Jeremy because I had computer work for a client. I was hungry when I got home, and noticed some limes on the counter.
As I've mentioned before, the Holy Ratio of Thai cooking is two parts fish sauce to one part lime juice, though often one of the two ingredients is used in greater proportions in order to accent the dish being prepared. It's been a long time since I've made any Thai food, so I said to myself, "I'll just whip up a little something with these limes," and that's what I did, using Thai peppers and Thai basil fresh from our garden.
Thai Tuna Salad
2 cans water-packed tuna
1 tablespoon fish sauce
1 tablespoon lime juice
1 teaspoon brown suger (palm sugar, if you have it)
1 teaspoon Thai chilies, minced
1 tablespoon shallot (or green onion), chopped
1 clove of garlic, minced
Drain the tuna. Mix everything together. Serve.
Simple and tasty.
The Thai tuna salad helped me feel better, but what has really lifted my spirits is my network of friends.
Dave stopped by the other night and suggested we have dinner on Friday. Andrew called; I listened to him complain about school, he listened to me complain about my injuries. Sabino and I had a nice chat while I worked on his network.
I received e-mail from Brent Lam, the brother of an old friend; I haven't seen Brent for years, but it turns out he plays he plays for American Bacon, the team that beat us 2-0 a couple weeks ago. He's running his own computer company, too. Another American Bacon player sent me e-mail regarding stats and pointed me to Total Club Manager 2003.
Paul Carlile e-mailed me about soccer. Dana and I exchanged e-mails about depression, gender issues, and Macs. Jeremy called to chat last night, and we went to lunch today. When I got back from lunch, I had e-mail from both Joel (continuing our book group debate: is it appropriate to interject the author's viewpoint into the group's discussion of a book?) and Amy Jo (suggesting two books I might like to read: The Anatomy of a Dish and Making a Place for Community: Local Democracy in a Global Era).
I'm playing Magic with Nick and Andrew all day this Saturday.
With all of these friends, how can I stay sulky?
Thanks, everyone.
Anaheim 6, Texas 2 in the top of the sixth. If Texas can win this, then the Mariners can make the playoffs by winning their last four games.
Please win, Texas.
If I believed in a god, I'd be praying.
(I was never any good as a supplicant: all of my prayers were wasted on silly little things: "Please, God, let the Beavers win a football game this year." "Please, God, let Nicole Redford talk to me at church today." "Please, God, let the Dukes of Hazard be renewed for one more season." "Please, God, don't let Leia be Luke's sister.")
On this day at foldedspace.org
2005 — Harvest Festival On Saturday, we drove south for the Briscoe Harvest Festival.
2003 — Going For a Ride In which I ride a bike. In which I ride a horse. In which I ride in a canoe.