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@nicole Popovers are a brilliant holiday tradition! My mom used to make them often and I was obsessed with the process photos in her 1966 Sunset Cook Book of Breads.

Like pretty much anyone who ever heard his music or met him, we were gutted to learn yesterday that Hamish Kilgour has passed.

Soon after we moved into our building in Jersey City Hamish came and painted the inside of the very echo-friendly parabolic dome on the top floor. Here's a photo of Hamish and his work (courtesy of WFMU DJ Stork), along with some more recent photos of the dome. Sending love to his family, friends, and fans.

Penelope Fitzgerald, Innocence. This "party" scene starring a count, a monsignor, and three novelists is the funniest thing I've read in a bit.

Special from the depths of my download folder for you: classic tiny bat footage

Every time I cook dinner I make notes to myself for next time. This year's list begins with "Don't try to get a head start on the cooking before having any caffeine. This was how you found yourself standing over the pumpkin pie bowl holding an open jar of garlic powder instead of ginger, cursing yourself and the alphabet."

horror movies; christmas; capitalism 

I'm endlessly impressed by whoever does merchandising for . The Hereditary Gingerbread Tree House might top the Green Knight .

Other people's conversations about made me nostalgic for the Bad Guide classification system:
1. About Goats
2. Not About Goats
3. Partly About Goats
Belated RIP to AJP Crown. abadguide.wordpress.com/

Me: I don't remember which one was supposed to be happy and which one was supposed to be sad.
He: After a certain point it's all just anguish. Nuthin' you can do.

My neighbour called round to see if I had any Blu-Tack in the house. He said he had a picture of a magnificent leopard and he wanted to put it up on his cupboard. He asked me whether I’d ever heard a cheetah purr. I said no. He had though, on the radio in Canada.

The butcher is recommending a cut of pork loin to the thin lipped elderly woman with the big black canvas shopping bag and frown. He waves a large knife over it in the display counter, “That’ll be lovely, tender as a woman’s heart!” he says. “I’ll have the sausages” says the woman.

@pauline In the sense that I can't bring them into focus well enough to really comprehend what's going on, you are correct.

Have recently come into possession of the opera glasses my grandmother brought with her from Vienna. Unlikely I'll be going to the opera anytime soon, but I am feeling a strange impulse to spy on the neighbors and write withering comments about them in my nonexistent journal. Imagining early 20th-century Viennese Nextdoor: schrecklich, but also köstlich

Call them toots, tweets, posts, whatever, from me they can hardly be anything but blurts

myna.social

Basic models of flocking behavior are controlled by three simple rules: 1) separation: avoid crowding neighbours (short range repulsion); 2) alignment: steer towards average heading of neighbors; 3) cohesion: steer towards average position of neighbors (long range attraction). With these three simple rules, the flock moves in an extremely realistic way.