Author: lis

it’s eerie enough when the city is foggy and the buildings are shrouded in mist. but tonight, my eye was drawn to the glow on top of the smaller building here; it looks like there’s a spaceship parked on the roof…

It’s weird to be voting in December, but today was the special primary to decide who will be our new senator. As of 6:00pm, only about 10% of Mass. residents have voted. I suppose the Democrat candidates are all pretty similar, but hopefully when it’s time to actually choose someone, there will be a better turnout.

My gym changed their class schedule to one that doesn’t work for me at all, so I’m off to a new one. This place is insanely huge, but it has a ton of different classes at lots of convenient times, which is what I need.

not pictured:  pool, hot tub, indoor track, and lots more other random stuff

We picked up the first share of meat from the CSA today.  When you do this, you arrive at this field and there are little coolers lined up on the ground. You have to walk among them to find the one with your name on it. Off to the side are boxes with assorted parts (like livers and tongues, which we are totally buying next time) and eggs, which we did buy today.

oh look it’s snowing. I guess winter’s really coming.

(and yes, I refuse to accept that freakish October snowfall as part of my reality.)

I can’t believe it took me 338 days into this project to finally take a picture of the Milk Bottle. Did you know that if it were real, it could hold 58,000 gallons of milk? That’s a lot of cows.

At the end of a meeting today, Anthony (left) and Paul pulled out their phones and starting having a light saber battle; they’ve both got the app that reproduces the classic sound.

Naturally, after I told Doug about this, he had to go and download the app himself.

I realized today that I have taken pictures of the snake and the lizard at work, but none of the turtles. When I came into the turtle room today, there was Castor, posing on top of the log, as though he had had the very same thought.

Is there anything more pissed off than a cat tricked into his crate and on his way to the vet? Even the superbly mellow and good-natured Parker won’t take kindly to it.

Once again, my photographic inspiration comes from my weekly run to Russo’s. I remember seeing this bizarre fruit a year ago, and reading that it’s only ripe for a brief time, so I figured I’d better get a picture while I could. My first shot was of the whole basket of these things, but that didn’t really show how strange they are. What I am holding in my hand here is just one fruit.