I really try to buy things locally whenever reasonable. I’m willing to pay a fairly substantial premium to do so, because I like to support my town. That said, Amazon gets a lot of my business. They have a lot of things that it’s hard to get locally, we have no local bookstores that I consistentlylike shopping with, and Amazon Prime makes it feel like there’s never any shipping tax on my orders.
I moved from CVS to Subversion a few years ago, and to SVK about a year ago. Moving to Subversion was an unqualified success. Everything is either as good or, usually, better. It has some quirks, and some things that I’d like to see changed, but it has never caused me to scream or waste much time.
Making a resaonably tasty sandwich isn’t all that hard, especially with decent ingredients, but I think that my new rule will be that I won’t order any sandwich of a type that I don’t think the wichsmith has consumed himself. This rule might be good for all food: if you, food preparer, have never eaten duck, I do not want to see it on your menu.
Where have I been? The pits!
So, I lost my phone. Honestly, I think it was stolen. Whatever! I’m mostly over it.
I dreamt that Dominus, someone else (though I can’t recall who), and I were walking around Philadelphia. The third person had once lived there and Dominus was taking her around to see what had changed. At some point, we went to a large hotel-like building with two E’s on its gates. I poked around and determined that it was now a dormitory for a very hoity-toity university. I had gone on ahead, and when the other two caught up with me, they were sad to see that this building had been so repurposed. They suggested we sneak in, and despite my protests we did so. As we poked around its library, a few students showed up, and we seemed sure to be thrown out or arrested or something.
My problem with the Mass, I think, is that it does not change. On one hand, this is a great strength: you can go anywhere and know the Mass. (This is less true since the introduction of the vernacular.) On the other hand, out of your hour or so at the church, only something like twenty minutes is spent on material that is likely to be instructive.
I always enjoy my birthday. Even when I haven’t yet done anything birthday-y, I want to go up to people and shout, “Hey! It’s my birthday!” I usually don’t.
Oh, Nokia 6620, I hardly knew ye!
Last night, I dreamt that while walking around Philadelphia, Dieter and I kept seeing funerals. A few of these were Orthodox Jewish funerals, and there was a lot of caution going on regarding handling the remains. Later on in the day, Dieter suggested that we should go help out some of the many funeral parties, and he said that some nearby Methodist congregation was holding a funeral. I decided that it sounded like a good idea, so we put on long black robes and trundled over to the church, where we saw similarly-robed congregants and a hearse. We offerred to help, and were thanked and asked to wait.