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Yankee-Mex is not Tex-Mex, but is pretty okay nontheless.

Actually, it was flan and tres leches cake.  Tasty!

Spartan vs. Athenian

So I flew out to my sister's in Rochester, New York, on Saturday, and, as usual when I am confronted with anyone still in college, I just started feeling...soft. When was the last time I learned anything? Wrote anything of consequence? Had a pointless, purely intellectual discussion? Bought an article of clothing ironically? Chatted up people in a public park (or any public place, for that matter)? She had a rehearsal from 9-11 (pm!) and then invited me to a party, and even though it would feel more like 8 or so my time, I still opted out and went to bed early.

Which gave me time to practice living alone in an urban apartment building. The best part was the absence of crap everywhere--no boxes of clothes and toys set out three months ago for a trip to Goodwill that never happened, no inch-thick layer of dust on every flat surface (woo-hoo, humidity!), no closetful of boxes labelled "high school" or "art supplies" or any of the other things I've held on to because I've only had to move them twice and hey, they're already in their own box!, no as-seen-on-TV fitness equipment shoved into forgotten corners, no pile of bills on the desk--and the romantic, high-school appeal of throwing some clothes and the dogs into my car and just driving away was definitely strong (with or without Tyson, Nick, or cats, depending on the different permutations of the fantasy).

The problem is that I really like my stuff. This morning, my achy shoulders and back definitely miss my 1.5 acres of memory-foam-topped Sleep Number bed. I've finally amassed a small army of good-quality kitchen appliances. We have more books than we have shelf space, even with three walls of the third bedroom devoted to bookcases. I have not one, not two, but three motorized forms of transportation (and 4 kayaks, in case an escape over water is necessary).

Anyway, this is getting pointless, and I need to bundle up to brave the snow in order to get pastries for breakfast.

Mathematics + Politics

= cartograms!

Morning in America

Courtesy of Cat and Girl.

My kind of fun!

This will be my first election to come out a winner!

It's fun!  Let's be sure to do this again!

Will you be watching election coverage on six different networks from your couch while also keeping an eye on the web? I will! This map will have real-time data on national and local races so you can feed your addiction to information practically intravenously.

Football?

Apparently there was some kind of sporting-event-contest at my alma mater yesterday.  (To my credit, I DO seem to remember something about how we hated UT.)  In a strange outbreak of coincidence, a mysterious package arrived in the mail from my stepson's grandmother (ex-mother-in-law, once removed?) that had two Texas Tech t-shirts in it.  I put one on, and we went to eat Thai food at a restaurant that had the game on.

I am going to wear them just for the inherent credibility of supporting a non-local college team, and also to clean the bathroom and wash dishes.

Plus, if they DO win that national championship, I can say I was a fan, like, way before.

Then that all will be out of the way and I can go back to thinking sports are silly.