Just finished a book, On The Map, about mapmaking. Fills my little dilettante map lover with glee. And the urge to purchase a more recent U.S. roadmap. Partially inspired by my navigation, without gps or maps, mere native geographic knowledge and that brought about by the protests, through south & west Baltimore. Never felt lost, honestly I wouldn't have made some necessary connections were it not for the marchers. I just don't drive that much. Or explore enough. But I knew how to get around.

And then I emerge from my reading to Ferguson exploding again. Brain too full.

Aww, thanks y'all. I need to keep in mind that they are just kids. Anyway today we had to go up to my son's school and found out who his teacher will be in 5th grade. He has the same teacher Franny had for 5th, and one of his best friends is in the class. Should be a good year for him. And we got Franny's schedule. It looks good too. We dodged the one really not good teacher that I was worried about.

I'm horrible, but I'm picturing sj with one of those plastic turkey timers, and we're waiting for the little red bit to pop up so they can say "Right! Time to take it out of the oven!"

Ryan asked me just last week how we knew he was ready to come out when he was still in his mummy's tummy. This is exactly what I told him happened. He seemed sceptical.

This is exactly what I told him happened

I knew I could depend on you.

Coursera has sent me a list of recommended courses. One of them is Child Nutrition and Cooking. I don't know why they're so insistent that I should want to cook Ryan.

The University of Virginia is offering The Age of Jefferson. (272 last April. I'm not really sure there's a lot to be covered there.)

Coursera has sent me a list of recommended courses. One of them is Child Nutrition and Cooking. I don't know why they're so insistent that I should want to cook Ryan.

I expect his nutrition value will be in section one.

I'm working on developing Coursera courses now for a local university. It's kinda fun.

Are you one of those Raw Child types, billytea?

Are you one of those Raw Child types, billytea?

He's certainly got the wriggling part down pat.

Anyway, whenever I try to nom on him, he always tells me, "You can't eat me! I have bones!" He's got me there. My boy the vertebrate.

Nice.

Salad Aging Report: chicken salad that has been in the freezer for a month = perfectly fine. Maybe a little watery.

Bah -- I just got roped into a 9am meeting on a day I was planning to take off! Maybe I can do the call from home and still have the rest of the day. Stupid leaving boss.