weekending

Sep. 15th, 2008 02:52 pm
perlmonger: (anarchism)
What's the effective impedance of a week? Can you split it with a t-piece?

Saturday morning, we went to CostCo, to swap out the faulty 20kg bag of basmati that I'd discovered a couple of days before when emptying it into its storage box - blueish green lumps of compacted mouldy rice isn't something I wanted to eat. They were happy to refund, once they'd found the original transaction in their database though, as [livejournal.com profile] ramtops found, they are a lot less efficient at crediting refunds than debiting for purchases (they had both beurre d'Isigny and kabanos, which were out of stock last time we went, and we bought a fair wodge of other stuff too as well as replacing the rice).

Blackwater: The Rise of the World's Most Powerful Mercenary Army, Jeremy ScahillThat's Revolting!: Queer Strategies for Resisting Assimilation, Bernstein SycamoreIn the afternoon I went veg shopping on my bike, to the Sweet Mart as we needed coriander and that's as good a place as any to be guaranteed lots of good, fresh green stuff. I bought a 5 litre can of Spanish EV olive oil and sundry other bits as well; that left my pack pretty much full up. Cycling back toward St Werberghs, I was reminded of the Bristol Anarchist Bookfair that I had managed to forget all about (there was a particularly fine red and black banner on the cycle bridge across the M32). So, to the community centre, which was pretty much invisible under its encrustation of overlapped and interlocking bicycles. I added mine to the only clear bit of railing I could find (thought I might have to lock it to the centre's eyeball for a bit) and joined the throng inside. And outside. Lots of folks, and a lovely positive friendly atmosphere, but (and probably just as well) my already loaded backpack could only accommodate a couple of books - Blackwater: The Rise of the World's Most Powerful Mercenary Army, by Jeremy Scahill and That's Revolting!: Queer Strategies for Resisting Assimilation, by Bernstein Sycamore.

Thence to the wholefood shop for muesli which, bizarrely, they had run out of in the combination: loose innatub, worth eating. So, on to Wild Oats up the top end of Whiteladies Road and I was feeling that oil+books by the time I got up there, and even more so on the (thankfully mostly flat or downhill) way home. FWIW, the pack weighed 30lb (slightly less if our scales weighed right; slightly more if they're still 4lb under as they used to be when I used to compare them with the gym).

Later, there was fine food and too much alcohol+chocolate raisins, but I managed to start the process of baking a loaf - starter dough left overnight. Sunday, I finished the loaf and we watched huge quantities of B5 (interspersed with cutting the it's-mostly-green-so-I-might-as-well-call-it-a-lawn): from about half way though S3, we finally bugged out 2 eps into S4, though the temptation to continue was only barely resisted.

But now it's Monday, way after lunch, and I suppose I'd best get back to coding…
perlmonger: (uncle)
I've not posted anything for a while - not even about last weekend's rather fine Eurovision-fest with [livejournal.com profile] agc, [livejournal.com profile] purple_peril, Pat'n'Dave WANOLJ joining [livejournal.com profile] ramtops and me - so here's a completely pointless post to prove to anyone reading that I'm still in some sense alive.

Today, [livejournal.com profile] ramtops and I went to the garden centre in Cleeve, for hanging basket plants and basket liners, and some herbs. They had sold out of 16" liners, which we need for the largest basket that's going to be filled with strawberry plants, normal and (Blessed Be!) metsämansikat, we bought along with a whole raft of other herbiage from D the LibDem. So, we stopped at the Brockley farm shop on the off chance they had some (they didn't) and walked out with a punnet of strawberries, a tub of cream (we already have chocolate cake; these will be combined later tonight :), a small loaf of bread-with-roasted-peppers, some sossidges and a pack of locally sourced pig bits which we're going to consume tonight.

We stopped to drop some of Mac's surplus shoes (yes, you read that right) at the village charity shop and discovered a small but perfectly formed crisis as we got back into the car: it turns out that Mr Rodda is less than conscientious about the fastening of his tubs of cream (bad bear!) and about a third of the tub had redistributed itself in the bag, on the floor of the car and on Mac. Thankfully, home was only a few hundred yards away, and cleansing wasn't too traumatic.

The bread, which was exceeding good, was consumed for lunch, with apples and cheese.

This afternoon, I cycled home » Ashton Court » chocolate path » centre » Slavers Quarter (where I sent water filters for recycling at Dyers in the Galleries) » Easton » St Pauls » St Werberghs (refilled washing up liquid bottle, buy more Greens cheddar, porridge and dishwasher tabs) » Ashley Hill » Montpelier » Gloucester Road (apple and blackcurrant juice, round rye crispbread (but no thin rye crispbread, and neither did the scoopshop up the hill)) » Redland » Cotham (yay! thin rye crispbread, and some green tea) » Clifton » Leigh Woods » Ashton Court » home. Weather: hot and humid; your correspondent: likewise.

Minor mishap on the cycle path through the village: I had to stop quite suddenly to avoid ploughing into two people just round a blind right angle bend; I stopped, went to put my feet down, and found that I hadn't stopped and in fact continued gracefully sideways with my bike onto the path. All most undignified (and down to not taking enough account of a raised centre of gravity caused by my fully loaded backpack), but no real damage to me, bike, shopping or (concerned!) pedestrians.

Tonight: food, wine, Dr Who and likely more West Wing (we've finally got a couple of DVDs into S4).
Tomorrow: gardening, lots of.
perlmonger: (bruichladdich)

Red Fizz
Originally uploaded by perlmonger.
[livejournal.com profile] budleysalterton demonstrates the external features of the first of a sequence of bottles of Red Fizz at [livejournal.com profile] ccomley‘s party yesterday. A good night, I think, aided by Chris allowing [livejournal.com profile] ramtops and me use of his sofabed for the night - briefly in her case, as she stayed up talking bollocks with budley-san until (I’m told) 3:30am; I crashed out somewhat earlier.

We’re home again now, having stopped briefly at the Bristol slow food market to pick up half a lamb, as arranged this time last month. The Lamb Parts are now safely in the freezer, including one kidney, a lobe of liver and one heart: either it was a lamb from Gallifrey or another customer will be sadly disappointed in the contents of their box.

Oh, and if my overnight brain is to believed (and why shouldn’t it be, I ask?) there’s only the one angel flying out of Texas that doesn’t shrink.
perlmonger: (pete)
This morning [livejournal.com profile] ramtops and I went to the monthly slow food market in Bristol; well, we nearly didn't, as pretty much all of Bristol and, yea, the arteries leading thereto were closed off with essentially sod all in the way of prior warning or indication of alternative routes for the half marathon. Not got any problem with people staggering around the streets and (likely) expiring in worrying quantities as such, but a bit of planning and information for those of us uninterested in such things would have been nice.

Anyhow, we bought quantities of good bread, vegetables and an organic chicken (of which more later), oh and two more jars of the truly wonderful rhubarb and chilli jam that we had thought we'd seen the last of for this year.

Home, and a waiting [livejournal.com profile] agc, who was lurking outside our front door armed only with a UPS and a wodge of cash to exchange for [livejournal.com profile] ramtops' old G4 power mac. We were also waiting for a guy heading over from Wales to look at our Mitsi FTPO which we're selling and I spent a few interruptions of our lunch (2nd iteration of our beef, barley and veg soup, wth rye and caraway bread from the market. Verr good) trying to guide him and his partner from Clifton, where he'd ended up being squirted out of the chaos that was Bristol, to Long Ashton. Took him for a spin in the car; they went off to look at alternatives at an import dealer, and we've so far not heard back from them. So we've likely not unloaded the thing yet. Know anyone who'd like a black FTO Mivec? :)

Visitors gone, I went to the gym and [livejournal.com profile] ramtops set dinner in motion. Hence the cognitive dissonance: we ended up eating roast organic chicken, new spuds roast in olive oil and asparagus whilst watching Supersize Me on DVD. Good film; excellent food; only the barest of connection between the two. The DVD is worth checking out BTW, even if you've already seen the feature: there are a wodge of interesting extras on there, including an extended interview - or, rather, discussion - between Spurlock and Eric Schlosser, author of Fast Food Nation.

And so to bed. UPS to cable up tomorrow and, hopefully, [livejournal.com profile] ramtops' 2GB will arrive so I'll be putting that in her G5. Oh, and customer werk of course...

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