Category — Microblog Mondays

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I read the dek on an article about Deb Perelman that caught my eye. When I cook (and I don’t ask the other person what they want), am I choosing what I want to eat? What I think the other person would like to eat? What I think we should eat? Or… something else.

It’s a thought-provoking question because if we cook what we want to eat, there is a 50/50 chance the other person may not like it. If we cook what we think they want to eat, there is a slightly better chance the other person will like it, but the cook may not. If we cook what we think people should eat, we may end up off the mark. It’s an interesting question: trying to make two or more people happy, all with the same dish.

What do you think about when you choose what you’re cooking? Unless you’re not the cook, and then how often do you sense the meal revolves around your tastes?

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I recently found this list of busy levels. According to the author, there are seven levels, though it feels a little top-heavy. Like you go from manageable to elements of drowning early on. You hit capacity in the middle and then spend the following three levels getting progressively frantic.

My work hours spill into life hours, but that happens before I get to crushing commitments. And I’ve never hit unsustainable if the definition is being unable to eat and having a to-do list changing hour by hour.

I seem to skip over cracks in the facade.

Anyway, what do you think? I found it a curious depiction of activity.

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This was going around the internet a few weeks ago, but I’m still learning from it. (For one, I am guilty of perpetuating the Phil Collins “In the Air Tonight” falsehood, most recently to the twins.)

I learned that mapmakers used to write “here are lions” on unknown places on maps. “The classical phrase used by medieval cartographers was HIC SVNT LEONES (literally, “here are lions”) when denoting unknown territories on maps.”

What did you learn?

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Poor Beorn is not a fan of Thanksgiving. The cooking sounds like many other holidays, but there are fewer bits and pieces he’s given while I’m prepping things because potatoes are not a guinea pig’s friend. And we had potatoes three ways (mashed potatoes, cottage fries, and balsamic sweet potatoes). Still, he enjoyed the parsley leftovers and the ends of celery. But it was a little heartbreaking to watch him stand on his hind legs, his face hopeful, as he wheeked at me in the kitchen to give him a bite of whatever I was chopping.

How was your Thanksgiving?

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I’ll admit that when I first saw the title “Why Did We All Have the Same Childhood,” I immediately rejected the idea. We didn’t all have the same childhood. Except, it turns out, we did.

BOOBS on a calculator, cootie catchers, and peeling off dried Elmer’s glue are all part of my childhood. And if you’re a certain age, they are probably part of yours.

I love this article (and that play still happens!). Do the moments they mention transcend North America and the UK?

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