Still calling it the “Chinese Virus” or “Wuhan Virus”? Have I got news for you.
Greta Watch, days 3 (post-feeding) and 4 (16 hours later). #SourdoughStarter
One of the most annoying parts of my day, Coronavirus Quarantine Edition: being a dog valet and having to get up every 10 minutes to let the dogs in or out. At least I’m getting some exercise.
I’ve started quarantining in “Animal Crossing: Pocket Camp.”
When the correction needs a correction. (Funny thing is, the actual New York Times article got Ebert’s first name right.)
Crap. John Prine didn’t make it.
I was fortunate enough to see him twice in the 1990s when he opened for Bonnie Raitt. One of the best.
“GRADES K-5: 1-A. Students will learn not to ask for a snack every five minutes, or in the thirty minutes directly following a full meal. …
“GRADES 6-8: 2-A. Students will learn to get their own damned snacks.”
"We, the Hard-Working, Newly Homeschooling Parents of America, Have Rewritten the Common Core Standards," McSweeney’s
Listening to this new online-only show from Henry Rollins, “The Cool Quarantine,” and am smitten. Four hours of anecdotes, rare punk, and bootleg clips. I’m not as countercultural as I used to be, but this makes for fascinating listening.
I wish we were close enough to Chicago to frequent Drag Queen Drive-Thru.
Seems more eerie than normal to hear the monthly tornado siren testing this morning.
And so it begins. It’s not “New Horizons” — “Fortnite for moms” — but I’m fine with that. And so is the tween, who loves showing me around “Pocket Camp,” which is likely my Animal Crossing gateway drug.
My friend, my sourdough starter
Meet my new friend, Greta Carbo.
Like the rest of Shut-In America, apparently, I’m attempting to create a sourdough starter. I wasn’t sure Greta was going anywhere after I mixed her yesterday (first photo); then after dinner tonight, I went back into the home office — the warmest room in the house, where I keep her — and found she has almost doubled in size (second photo).
I am weirdly excited about this.
Plan: Home-baked wheat bread, green salad, and pasta aglio e olio for dinner.
Reality: I was so harried from work that I threw in enough salt to run my blood pressure off the rails. Time to pick up an 8-piece box of fried chicken to go. 😬 At least the bread and salad are okay.
The work station doubles this morning as a focal point for the Mass readings and morning prayer. (And I found a shard of old palm that we hadn’t brought to the parish for Ash Wednesday.)
I forgot that Palm Sunday means the lengthy Passion reading; forgive me, God, for going with the shorter version this morning.
A biologist provides a way to make your own yeast for baking. But I’m still trying to figure out how one might use this in a typical bread recipe. (It may say so somewhere, but I overlooked it.)
We were able to score some face masks this afternoon from our next-door neighbor, whose daughter-in-law has connections in Chinatown for such things.
This is such a weird world we live in now.
Dreamed last night that I wandered outside to go grocery shopping and found a giant stack of face masks on sale at Jewel. Happiest dream I’ve had in weeks.
It’s going to be a long pandemic.
Cards Against Humanity has put out a family edition beta to print out. Very excited to try this over the weekend. Also printing out black and white blanks to create more cards.
Definitely buying this when it comes out in stores this fall.
“Before Covid-19, my continuing Pokémon Go habit was just a mild embarrassment. … Now the app is one more reminder of what we’ve lost — the casual ability to just go places and have real-world experiences, including the ones mediated by an augmented-reality game.”
“Think that burrito from Friday is still any good?”
#ThingsITextMyHusbandAsWeWorkInSeparateRoomsAtHome
I look forward to hearing Dolly Parton read “Llama Llama Red Pajama.”
“A cardiologist who was pulled over for speeding on a Minnesota interstate said she was deeply touched when the trooper gave her face masks instead of a ticket.”
So sad to see children’s author Tomie dePaola has died. Requiescat in pace.
“Mom, the dog is licking my foot!” #ThingsYouHearDuringElearningThatDontComeUpAtSchool