You may do it at your own time.
Look at you, and the graciousness.
So it's good that the group that you want to continue with seems to want to continue in at least a similar pace as yours, rather than the center's, right?
It's good, but irrelevant. We wanted to slow down on the way to brown -- instead the classes have doubled up, and the date moved forward a week. The doubling up was to address the "not prepared enough!" The moving up a week was just a sad coincidence.
I need a hearty lunch, and I want it now. Curses.
I think "stuck pig" comes from the machine that the butchers in the Chicago Stockyards invented back in the mid-19th century. The processing of pork began by (whitefonted for bloody imagery)
slicing the pig's throat and then hanging him upside down on a mechanized wheel that took him and a bunch of other pigs around and around until they bled out,
and then they were moved down the conveyor line to beginning breaking down their body parts into various pork byproducts. The Stockyards were famous for "using every part of the pig except the squeal."
I just noticed the synchronicity of my bacon tagline and my idle musing about stuck pigs. According to Jungian theory, I think this means I know what I'm having for dinner.
Who'd like a BLT now?
This day is dragging. I'mdragging. However, I have managed to do all but one task, which I have been putting off forever. (Involves making a phone call. Painless, just way too easy to procrastinate.)
Book ordered, haircut appointment made , just have to arrange to pick up some catfood. It's nice when you call your salon and you first get told there are no slots available, then you hear your hairdresser ask who is calling, and when she hears it is you, voila, they manage to squeeze you in (I'm sure I'm cutting into her lunch hour. I'll just tip really well.)
Bacon bacon bacon....IT'S BACON!!!!
t /dog-treat commercial
Speaking of such things, Aurelia and Steph, I finally got the shirts yesterday, so I may get them mailed out at some point.
WOOt!!!1!
Bacon gotchya, eh?
t /Canadian bacon commercial
ooh, thanks Sara, just reminded me that I need to call for a hair appointment.
I like the way you think.
There's a 'midrash halakha' (at least, I think that this is the source), that a person should eat as much as they can, from as many kinds of different foods as they can, on the day before Yom-Kippur. If you do, it can be donsidered for you, so to speak, as if you were fasting for both days. The catch is, the eating should not be for a physical, bodily need, at least not for that alone - it should be with the whole intention and spiritual meaning that one gives to fasting, to dedicating the day for prayer and soul searching. It's much more difficult to do it with eating, with satisfying the needs of the body and having pleasure in that, than with fasting and denying such pleasures.
All of these have nothing to do with Jesse's dessert, of course. It's just the next step my brain traveled to, on its own.
[Edit: In Judasim there's a whole streak of sanctifying matter, not separating between spirit and matter, and that sorts of ties to that.]
Look at you, and the graciousness.
Another thing to apologize for!
We wanted to slow down on the way to brown -- instead the classes have doubled up, and the date moved forward a week.
Well, I guess it's kinda complicated to argue with those who know professionaly how to throw knives at you.
[Edit: 5*2=10]
Bacon [commercial] loving freaks
