Uh, tandoori paneer tikka is amazing. I did not know you could prepare cheese like this, and I love it.

First impression of my new push mower: I get why they aren’t more popular, but I’m also mad that in decades of mowing lawns, I never knew it was a viable modern option and not just a prop for movies set in the 50s or whatever.

I feel like everything I read about the Taylor Farms response to being identified with the cyclosporasis outbreak makes me distrust the company more than just their being identified with the outbreak.

I think I have an idea for a book, but a book doesn’t make professional sense for at least two years, BUT this means for the first time in my career, I have an idea of a true research trajectory instead of repeatedly stumbling into cool projects.

I have the lowest possible standards for feeling victorious at home improvement tasks, and yet I so rarely meet that standard that I will always take that feeling when it comes.

I have purchased a reel mower because it is less expensive than buying a replacement battery for our electric mower, which was itself a replacement battery for the one we originally had.

Last night, I decided to return a bunch of unread volumes of My Hero Academia to the library, and I am feeling uncultured.

Okay, you weird French blobs: It’s time to try out Heave Ho 2.

Nothing annoys me more than an academic argument whose conclusion I want to agree with but is constructed in a sloppy, superficial way.

I don’t mind a genuinely difficult escape room (or at-home escape room game), but one advertised as difficult that just feels arbitrary is just frustrating.

Am I playing fast and loose with tracking kiddo’s time for summer reading programs? Yes, but she’s also a kid who never gets angrier at me than when I tell her to put down a book to come to dinner, so I think I can get away with it.

One perk of using Markdown/HTML-based slides is that I can work on them from my phone’s text editor when sitting a few rows back from kiddo at a summer library event.

J’ai commencé à écouter Stromae ce matin, sans trop me demander si ça représentait de la trahison après la défaite de mes compatriotes aux mains (aux pieds ?) des Belges hier. Mais bon, j’aime bien Stromae, je m’en fiche un peu du foot, et en tout cas, les USA méritent du châtiment en ce moment.

My mother-in-law just picked up a Snorlax mug and asked “is this a cat or Dracula?”

Had a family discussion over breakfast about not following the example of certain behaviors depicted in music videos (taking the rotoscoped hands of strange men reaching out from comic books).

Like Icarus, we have soared to new heights* only to now find that we have flown to close to the sun**

*gotten away for years with buying knock-off versions of IKEA furniture

**that our new, official IKEA accessories aren’t compatible with them

Spouse lines: “We christened our car—wait, I’m not religious. We ‘heathened’ our car ‘Chester.’”

Spending part of my Father’s Day afternoon exploring a rhyming dictionary with kiddo in an urgent care waiting room, and I actually think that’s kind of perfect.

Currently, I am experience the specific academic joy of receiving a peer review invitation that feels like recognition of a specific research reputation I have been trying to cultivate for a few years.

“C’mon kiddo, you need to try to get up.” “Sorry, dad, I rolled a nat 1, so I have to stay in bed.”

Look, I’m glad that they put good comics in the teen section of the library, but I don’t like feeling like a creeper when I go in there to check some out for myself. 😬

(Me, I’m less upset that she’s getting x-rays than that her school will have her make up the state testing she’s currently missing.)

Kiddo is asking a lot of questions about Marie Curie on her way to get her first set of x-rays, and it’s the first time I’ve ever wished she doesn’t read as much as she does.

Il nous arrive souvent de trouver que les meilleurs « romans graphiques » que ma fille trouve à la bibliothèque sont en fait des traductions des bandes dessinées françaises, et ça me plaît beaucoup.

My decision a few months ago to import my Twitter archive into my journaling app has been a mixed bag. I’ve been deleting a lot of orphaned references and truncated posts, but also, now I have a record of the time I picked a fight with an LMS CEO about privacy, and that’s fun.