Mustard, She Wrote.

This will be the last of my—several—mustard posts. I promise. Maybe.

You've probably already heard about the M.M.T. and its mustarganda. But have you seen the sign-in sheet‽ Names, realations, and goals. Goals! Everyone needs goals.

The answers:

1. No

2. Yes!

3. Yes.

9. Absolutely not.

11. Absolutely.

1¢. Concentrate and ask again.

16. Outlook good.

17. Try again later.

13. Yes.

20. Cannot predict now.

15. Outlook not good.

      16. Very doubtful./Signs point to yes.

Green, Green Light of Home

In December when we hung snowflakes from the ceiling of our apartment I learned that I am not good at cutting out snowflakes. With Madison's recent balmy 40° weather, Anna and I decided it was time for a more spring-like theme to our ceiling. She contributed her X-actoing skillz & I used my extra foot of height.  

From inside it's a nice warm green glow, but from outside it's just weird. 

25000, 64 Days, 88 GB

My electronic music collection started in the fall of '99 when I went to college and got my own computer. I wish I knew what song #1 was; probably something by The Beatles, or Bon Jovi. Or maybe Boyz II Men. Definitely something with a 'B' though. Unfortunately, due to a hard drive failure in the spring of 2004, my records only date back to May 18th of that year—2 days after graduating from college. In those 5 years I'd added just under 2500 songs to my iTunes library. It took another 6 to increase that by a factor of 10.

Assuming the slightly arbitrary start date of September 1^st, 1999, it's been 3,840 days since that original song. Or put another way, an average of 6.5 songs per diem. And that's a startling statistic.

Song #25,000:
Les Yeux Noirs - Django Reinhardt

The Electronic Postal System

One of the upshots of joining a Typing Gang is that you get things like this in the mail on a regular basis. It helps that I own a functional scanner, but there's something really satisfying about typewritten mail.

It's also really nice when the stamp isn't postmarked. Get ready Joseph Story, you're about to get recycled.

Other benefits of TypeTUB:

—watching people under 30 realize there is no delete key.

—watching people over 50 relive their own personal typewriting hell.

A 'stache in Return

While Anna was out of town getting herself mentioned in the NY Times I was taking care of her cat. That mostly took the form of letting it sit near me & emptying the litter box. The upside? A free cat-scarf and this print that Anna got for me. It's part of a mustache series that I'd really like to see the rest of.

Lies & Betrayals

Last Saturday I made a pretty firm commitment to surprise the city of Boston this weekend. I might have been drinking at the time, and have my 4th mustard-colored outfit of the day on, but I was adamant it was going to happen. And on the train too! 

Things that I knew, and was OK with: 

⒈ Amtrak does not come to Madison.

⒉ Amtrak takes 24 hrs. to get from Milwaukee to Boston.

⒊ Amtrak cost $40 more roundtrip than a direct flight.

What I assumed:

⇒ Amtrak has wireless interent.

What I learned Sunday morning:

☞ Amtrak offers wireless internet on 2 routes—the Downeaster from Portland, ME to North Station in Boston and, just recently, the Acela.

☞ Assumptions make an ass out of you and Amtrak.

Later Jesse.

Le Fête des Moutardes

Mustard Rainbow

The best thing about going to a mustard-themed party, besides actually going to the party, is the  mustarderie. Have you ever even seen that much mustard before‽ No you haven't.

A little more mustardganda to make you feel like you should have been there:

More Mustard medias:

Too Old To Cut the Mustard - Rosemary Clooney & Marlene Dietrich

If You Can't Cut the Mustard - Barbara Carr