September, 2017

Debate about statistics via graffiti, seen on the commuter rail.

(the handwritten text reads: “=3/100 or 30/1000 or 0.03% — very small numbers”, to which someone added (on a sticker, no less): “No. It’s a small percentage. .03% of a large population is a *big* number.” )

I don’t care that it’s 80 degrees at 7pm. It’s September, dammit. I’m having a porter.

Green beans and long beans, together at last

But a good Jamaican goat curry from a food truck regardless.

This soup has three ingredients: fresh corn, bacon, and a small amount of butter. Served cool, it’s perfect for a warm evening.

It must be getting cooler, because Ferrous is once again using this pet pad incorrectly.

I am taking the opportunity of this beautiful afternoon to smoke some beef heart on the grill. I am sure I am Doing It Wrong from the perspective of my friends who do this sort of thing all the time, but I guess we will be forced to eat it all to destroy the evidence.

We went to Spectacle Island for my birthday today. What started out cloudy turned into a pretty, sunny day.

I lost this trowel this past spring: after using it to harvest finished compost from our bin, I could not find it. Yesterday I emptied and moved the bin, and the trowel reappeared, having been buried in the bin this whole time. I am amazed at how much damage it suffered in just 3-4 months.