Week 94: egg initiative
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This amazing investigative journalism about the US bucatini shortage. (And hereās a nice radio interview about it.) Iād never heard of bucatini, in fact I was reading it as ābucantiā in my head for a while, but it turns out to be available even here on rainy plague island (sometimes marketed as ābucatini spaghettiā). I look forward to having some.
I was going to take this opportunity to explete some rage about how fusilli (sometimes known as rotini) is the bestselling and most widely available type of dried pasta, and what a shame that is. But itās OK.
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I did a long bicycle ride ā it started off sunny enough to tempt me out, then turned chilly which was a good motivation to keep moving to get home, cool story.
Towards the end, I went a-slippery-slide on a manhole cover. I managed to regain my balance by freewheeling across to the other side of the road, crossing the path of oncoming motor cars who where, fortunately, twenty seconds away ā but still Iād been seconds away from getting squashed by a car and occupying a hospital space at a time when theyāre in especially short supply.
I wondered if Iād feel some kind of chilling pang whenever I passed the manhole cover again, and the answer is no. I havenāt touched a bicycle since, but thatās mainly about resting my sore bum again.
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Happy new year. Some enthusiasts of the Gregorian calendar set, or is it let, off fireworks in the car park outside, which was pretty.
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I was just watching Seinfeld, in which Jerome says what sounds like āegg initiativeā but is in fact āair conditionerā. Now, if cared more I would call back to things Iād mentioned earlier, like how I bought some duck eggs (because apparently I want to be like Willie Harcourt-Cooze) and found the shells quite difficult to crack (I know about using a flat surface), or how I accidentally broke the shells of two of the eggs I bought from farms Iād come across on the bicycle ride (because of careless pannier packing). But I didnāt mention them earlier. ĀÆ\_(ć)_/ĀÆ.
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Filed my last ever EC sales list. It was never exactly onerous, in fact it couldnāt be less onerous, and it was a quarterly treat to receive a free licky brown envelope with which I could do as I please (as I always filed online). May that be my first tangible ramification of breakfast.