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Friday the Eleventh of January, Two Thousand and Eight
Rude goys out of jail.
I think I accidentally made a potentially offensive joke yesterday. A Jewish coworker was talking about how he's studying to be a rabbi, and mentioned that his father was one, and his father before him, and his father, and his father. I was trying for a flippant little line along the lines of "but his father was a [random profession]."
Unfortunately, the word my brain jumped to was "banker".
Banker! I was going for, like, tinsmith or alligator farmer or shopping cart attendant or something. That wouldn't have been particularly funny, I realize, but at least it wouldn't have been "banker". Bank robber might have worked, but only barely. The really annoying thing is that now I wonder if my mental lexicon has "Jew" and "banker" stored too close to each other. And yet... I blame society.
humanely posted by Martin Marks at 5:56 in the afternoon // eight comments by:
Thursday the Tenth of January, Two Thousand and Eight
Hair today, gone tomorrow.
I was positive that if I searched my blog I'd find a dozen entries that were all variations on "I just got a haircut, and I'm not sure how I feel about it", because that is how I always feel for the first couple of days after a new haircut, but in fact only one came close. Based on my previous blog entries on the subject, in fact, I am forced to conclude that evidently getting a haircut is less traumatic than needing one.
gruffly posted by Martin Marks at 6:02 in the evening // five comments by:
Tuesday the Eighth of January, Two Thousand and Eight
"It was a crime at the time, but the laws we changed 'em."
All of a sudden, I seem to have become wildly enamored of The New Pornographers.
defiantly posted by Martin Marks at 10:10 in the evening // three comments by:
I'm in training for the Badass Games.
Yesterday I made rubber; today I make bread. I've never done it all by hand before; I don't think I realized exactly what I was committing to when I first put the Saccharomyces cerevisiae in the lukewarm water, but I'm about halfway through now and so far it doesn't appear I've screwed anything up too badly. Unfortunately, I only have one bread pan and two loaves worth of dough... but I'll cross that bridge when I come to it.
Cooking—baking in particular—seems to be my new hobby. It's tastier than writing, the results are less abstract, and it doesn't tire the brain so mercilessly. More to the point, I've never heard of anyone suffering baker's block. Anyway, chicks dig it. (Right?) It's funny, because the only things I actually have in my fridge, more or less, are bread products. Two loaves of preservative-free bread are absolutely the last things I need right now. But it is relaxing.
passionately posted by Martin Marks at 8:56 in the evening // nine comments by:
Monday the Seventh of January, Two Thousand and Eight
I excreted a latex-bearing sap!
Today I made rubber! How cool is that?
inconsequentially posted by Martin Marks at 12:40 in the afternoon // comment? by:
Sunday the Sixth of January, Two Thousand and Eight
NOT A VIKING
Joss Whedon has gone temporarily—but creatively!—insane. (And there's more! Also, more!)
(Via his Lorefulness.)
soulfully posted by Martin Marks at 8:39 in the evening // one comment by:
Because it's completely useless to me.
A present for Mac-user writers out there. (WriteRoom in particular strikes me as potentially a very good thing.) With my own personal favorite word processor for fiction—RoughDraft—now in its third year without an update, I almost find myself wishing I had a Mac.
incandescently posted by Martin Marks at 8:09 in the evening // four comments by:
Hooray for impulse consumption!
God help me, I just ordered HBO. You can probably guess why. If it weren't for the free video on demand feature, I would have been able to resist. Whatever, man, I have a job, right? I can indulge if I want to.
needlessly posted by Martin Marks at 5:00 in the afternoon // one comment by:
"I seem to be having tremendous difficulties with my lifestyle..."
I've been having a weekend of moderate frustrations. Except all the things that should have been frustrating, they weren't for some reason.
stentoriously posted by Martin Marks at 4:57 in the afternoon // one comment by:
Saturday the Fifth of January, Two Thousand and Eight
Not out loud, fortunately.
Wow. Did I seriously just come up with a medieval Persian poetry joke?
wantonly posted by Martin Marks at 10:17 in the evening // comment? by:
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