Jammin by Numbers

• Four guitars
• Two djembes
• One clarinet
• Three family singers
• Two microphones
• One electric bass
• One banjo
• Two didgeridoos (one player).
  
• Five pizzas
• One Mandolin

An Adventure Story for the Adventurer

In response to Miss Brader.

When I was in Chelyabinsk, shortly after Naw Ruz, a member of our community showed up at my door. As she presented me with a pair of knitted socks, she apologized for missing the Naw Ruz party.

I was happy to accept this thoughtful gift, since you can still put warm socks to use at this time of year in the Urals. I was impressed by her humility by deflecting the attention from herself saying, "these are from Charlie."

A few days later, I put on my nice warm socks and headed to her flat for a home visit. Of course there were no official home visits in those days, but what else could I do? Upon being greeted at the door, it was apparent that Charlie the black poodle had lost a lot of weight. Coming into the living room, I saw the pile of hair in the corner next to the spinning machine. Although we were not yet officially living in a culture of learning at the time, I did learn something that day.

Oxymoron or (non) Social Commentary

Would it be safe to assume that a certain percentage of this fine blog's readership can only read when the baby is asleep?

Yum Foooood

Friday, due to long wait for transport and additional delay stuck in traffic, I got to breakfast kinda late. It was a nice breakfast with a couple of friends at Greg's. I had an omelet with salad and white cheese.

I left the coffee shop, walked across the street and met some visiting friends for lunch at Aroma. Portabello mushroom sandwich - heavily pesto-ed.

Making up for lost time.

An Eye Opener

I think I just found my attitude towards marriage:

"I'm not interested in joining any organization that would have me as a member."

Groucho Marx

Delectable Dilemma

Is it permissible to eat eggs sunny side up?

Catch 22

Do you need a tetanus shot before they can stick the needle in your arm?

Do I need a tetanus shot before I stick the scissors into my finger?

When I Press Here

So, I was doing something in the plant room. One of my fingers rubbed the other hand. I noticed that it was a bit sensitive. So, I rubbed it again, and yes it was sensitive. So, I looked at it more closely, but it wasnt red or anything. Rubbing again, the sting returns. On closer inspection, I notice a sharp metal dust on my rubbing finger.

A guy goes to the doctor and says, "Doctor, it hurts when I touch my nose, when I touch my knee, when I touch my ribs, when I touch my head."

The doctor looks at him and says, "Your finger is broken."