Bad Google! Sorry you were led astray.

My MIL is now on Facebook. Ha! I really should get her a laptop since she is using her phone. This should be interesting. I think she will enjoy seeing all the pictures.

I've run into exactly the same problem with Google Maps walking directions in downtown Boston -- and I KNOW the place, too. I think dense city centers must throw the mapping/direction algorithm off by a lot.

Apparently (by which I mean, this just came up when I googled) people are adding the confederate flag to other people's coexist bumper stickers because they are assholes

I have learned how to derail my supervisor in meetings: ask a question that involves data that he can play with. He's very much a "numbers will answer everything" person without the knack for wondering what causes those numbers. Granted, he deals with higher-ups who want to see charts to prove what we say, but he reminds me of the girl from The Librarians, who said, "I don't want to give up my numbers, they're pretty and they keep me warm at night."

It is probably very wrong to eat udon my first night in Paris. But my throat hurts and it seemed like a very good plan. There will be plenty of time.

Bad thing is that my phone refuses to acknowledge the microphone or headphones. So no music, which sucks. Also apparently may spell the end for the phone, so that sucks too. Don't want to pay for a new phone and it seems all the "deals" are only for buy one get one type things, or family plans. Boooooo.

I approve of Parisian udon. I hope you feel better before too long. Bummer about the phone.

I just dropped my Friday hotel reservation, trying to figure out how I would get everything done in time to leave at a reasonable time on Friday was stressing me out, leaving early Saturday seems way easier so that's what I will do.

It's just a power cord with a powercon connector on one end. Somewhere along the line our industry started refering to the cords coming out of moving lights as whips.

So, not the flogger attachment for a Makita drill. Which I once saw, being used, at a fetish night at Ye Olde Goth Club.

It's pork, Cindy. Don't know where the name comes from.

"Al Pastor" = "In the style of the priest" So presumably named for a priest who really liked pork with pineapple?

This [link] says it's "in the style of the shepherd" and is from Lebanese immigrants to Mexico cooking pork as they had cooked lamb back home.

That makes sense. I thought lamb, because shepherd translates to pastor in Spanish. It's also why some clergy use the title of pastor.

And pastoral, and pasture. That's a lot of meaning all packed up, isn't it?!

Pastoral care! (Which is not, as I thought as a child, caring for the pastor.)