December 2011
26 posts
It turns out Amazon doesn’t offer 6-hour delivery for last-minute birthday gifts.
4 empty baskets of paper to be filed.
So the New York Times doesn’t think I canceled my subscription after all.
Leta’s pumpkin pie for lunch and Audrey’s fruitcake for dinner. Mmm.
Last trip on the 551 for a while.
The Sniper (1952): Never have the streets of San Francisco looked so in need of a good coat of paint. Nice cameo by Charles Lane. 3/5
Buildings again: I’d never noticed the 4 unfinished pyramids of Indiana limestone piled atop the 8 columns of the Fifth Avenue entrance to the Metropolitan, until Shorpy pointed them out.
Protective scaffolding is up around the blasted CVS site at 7th & H. Will this building finally come back to life?
Testing my new colds and flu remedy: watching hockey on TV 3 nights running.
Heartbeat (1946) 35 for 18? Seriously, Ginger? Menjou is the star here. 3/5
My gosh, an arrangement of “Sleigh Ride” that I genuinely enjoyed.
We’re off to spend Christmas in Cape Breton for the evening with our friend Natalie.
John Muller on the micro blight of abandoned newspaper boxes.
“The biggest management tool I’ve recently learned is donuts.”
“…Santa does not respect our privacy.” (Thx: TMN)
“If I want to see my fifth cousin’s second baby, I’ll call them.”
Workmen are gutting the building at 627 K Street, N.W. I wonder when they will get to the tree growing out of the ventilator on the roof.
Just finished second breakfast, thanks to Her Awesomeness, Kim!
Another year, another long phone call with hold music and orally acknowledging disclosures, another Medicare enrollment.
Last WATCH of the year: Sorry! Wrong Chimney! at Prince George’s Little Theatre.
There’s a first time for everything: today I used a unit test (that is, its source code) to figure out how an incompletely documented Java library works.
CSP: Community Supported Pie! (Thx: DCist)
The Outlaw (1943): Dear sweet Michael J. Fox, what did Tchaikovsky ever do to Howard Hughes? 1/5
Saturday mid-day: the board said that the next train was an 8-car, so I walked to the tail end of the platform. No one else, it seems, troubled themselves to do that, so I had car #3141 as a private car all the way from East Falls Church to Farragut West.
Program credit of the month: “Reconstruction of the four-armed sweater generously realized by Judith R. Fishman.” Safe journey, Merce.
New book in the studio, picking up at page 200 from other readers: Basic Statistics for the Social Sciences, 6/e, Gary W. Heiman. He’s fond of goofy names for the people in his word problems.