This afternoon, for the first time ever, I felt like a mom of twins. Noah was in Grace's crib. She is doing this headbanging thing that I don't love. And Noah looked at her and started doing it. She is laughing like crazy at him. I'm trying to get them both to stop. One would look at me, stop, and then look at the sibling, start laughing and do it again. Neither would listen.
This is the first thing today to make me smile.
Fingers crossed for you and the department, Jessica
Huh. It's weird when an ex-coworker goes on to have a NYT article about him: A Barefoot Hippie Baker Is Now a Locavore Hero
I worked with this guy at Nature's Bakery (an organic whole-grain bakery cooperative) in Madison in '90-'91.
According to the baker, Americans’ wheat issues start on the farm. “The varieties of wheat grown in this country for industrial production are down to about five, so it’s all monoculture, chemicalized, no nutritional value,” said Ford, a serene, 43-year-old metalhead turned Deadhead who got his start as an accountant in a worker-owned Madison bakery. “The breeds are bred to stand up to abuse from the machines. We feed people this stuff that their bodies are not designed or adapted to eat. Of course they’re sensitive to it, and it’s not good for them and causes problems. And then we apply those standards to this?” he asked, gesturing to the tubs of dough around him, slowly rising to the beats of Black Star.
Good luck and job-ma to ita, Dana, and Jessica, too.
Timelies all!
Good luck and job-ma to those who need it!
I'm afraid I really don't have the mental bandwidth to do my job right now. Which is kind of a problem.... But I have so many other things to think about!!