My husband wants me to cook mofongo. I looked it up, and woe be unto me, it looks and sounds disgusting.
I really really want to do this for him but I don’t know how to cook something that my brain doesn’t perceive as food. Has anybody cooked or eaten it? Is it completely hopeless?
Good news, friends! Israel has developed a new medication that looks very promising in treating serious COVID cases! It’s still in trials but it’s looking good.
We’ve been concentrating on harassing the healthy into lifelong drug dependence instead of treating the ill. Finally, Israel has turned towards doing what had to be the priority from the start.
It’s my first day back at work since June 30, and God, I missed being at work. I love to work.
I’m starting to think I probably won’t be retiring at 56, as previously planned.
A Costa Rican journal published an article of mine two weeks ago. Then today they emailed me to inform me that the article has been accepted for publication.
Yes, thank you, the fact that it has been published was a good indication that it was accepted.
This is nothing, though, compared to a medieval studies journal that once sent me a sternly worded email to inform me that they were rejecting my article. The only problem was that I had never submitted anything to them. I’m still mystified as to how they had learned of my existence. I’m not in medieval studies and never had any communication with those people. Back then, I was unknown in the field and was on no lists I can think of thanks to my complete obscurity.
People who are unhappy with the current regime have a new secret handshake to recognize each other. It’s called “I’d like to move to Florida.” I’ve had conversations with complete strangers (a woman at my regular breakfast place and an attendant at the gas station) about “khm, khm, wink wink, Florida has really good schools, such a nice place for kids.” The next step in the conversation is, “well, we can try to make the whole country Florida in 2024, you know?” Then we discuss voter fraud and feel like we’ve found a kindred soul.
It’s a really great method because if you see that the interlocutor isn’t with it, you just say it’s all about the weather. Nobody can blame you for disliking the disgusting weather in this region. It’s one completely bipartisan issue.
If you are feeling isolated, try the “moving to Florida” gambit.