i spent a good part of yesterday going through my old daylogs, for two reasons. Partly I wanted a list summarising them all (I used to have such a list on my homenode, but it got killed off due to my using unapproved Unicode characters, which destroyed evrything typed after them =[). The other thing is that I've wanted to document my coming to America, and my relationship with Christine and Tess, so I could point people to that collection of writings. That category, The life and times of grundoon, is getting to be almost complete; I still need to add in some of Christine's own writings on her progress through cancer and the treatments. In part, this is to tell the story of how we met, but also document the growing love that we shared, and how the three of us (grundoon, myself and Tessie) managed this dreadful seven-ye

I live in a house which is painted light green
my mother and father live here as well
my father walks from room to room
and complains that our light green house is a mess
my mother stands with her hands on her hips
looks around and says one of these days
and of all the rooms in our light green home
mine is the worst
still a disaster even after I clean it
but I’m happiest there amid all the clutter
and when it comes time
I don’t want to die in some

Tips for getting the best from your café and barista

Baristas work bloody hard. It's a skilled job as you'd find out if you had to juggle making hundreds of drinks a day, all day, every day. Pulling an excellent espresso shot alone takes time and practice to learn,. Add in a wide variety of drinks based on espresso and you'll see there's a lot to balance and think about, not to mention the hideous and innumerable matcha concoctions that are suddenly