Thursday
There has to be something wrong: These work weeks are going by way too quickly. Hmm… Maybe “too quickly” and “work week” shouldn’t be in the same sentence. Oh, well. What’s done is done. Fait accompli. Half of the day was spent in flats processing, which helps to speed the time along. That and a large cup o’ frozen mocha goodness. I also started Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire. I’m five chapters in, so far. And, as of this point, no sign of Obi-Wan Dumbledore. Of course, there’s still lots of book left; I’m sure he’ll pop up eventually.

NPR/PRI Programming
Talk of the Nation talked about the Social History of Ice Cream. Not nearly as bad a program as I had feared that it would be. In fact, it was about as informative and entertaining as their show on Beer.

They also talked about “big business” ice cream companies vs. the old-fashioned Mom-and-Pop ice cream parlors. This segment reminded me of my dad taking me to an ice cream parlor in Silver Spring, MD as a kid. And, he said as a segue, it seems that the first recorded evidence of ice cream in America comes from the colony of Maryland in 1744; it was served in Annapolis by Governor and Mrs. Bladen (yes, the Bladen for whom “Bladensburg, MD” was named) at a dinner with a commission of delegates who were negotiating to buy land from the Iroquois.

Site of the day: Angie sent me an email entitled “How important is makeup?” So… I read it. And then I looked at the pictures attached to it. Then I laughed. A lot. Ang sent it to Jess, too. She read it. Then she looked at the pictures. Then she laughed. A lot. What was so funny? See for yourself: Makeup.

Peace.