
Infinity scarf. I’m not wearing it according to package directions here, but it’s a loop scarf that you can loop around twice. I have too many scarfs but this one feels so warm, I think it could fill a niche in my dresser.

Infinity scarf. I’m not wearing it according to package directions here, but it’s a loop scarf that you can loop around twice. I have too many scarfs but this one feels so warm, I think it could fill a niche in my dresser.

It’s another hippie-dippie top! And basic black leggings. I never wear leggings. But they sure are comfortable. And as long as my top of covering my hips… why not?
At the Essex Resort & Spa this weekend. We had a dinner chef’ed by her last night, and saw a cooking demo by her today. She is loads of fun!



Spinning wasn’t my priority this year, so I only made five skeins of yarn. Pretty though!
“Panic is a form of hubris. It comes from the smug feeling that one knows exactly where the world is heading: down. Bewilderment is more humble and therefore more clear-sighted. Do you feel like running down the street crying ‘The apocalypse is upon us’? Try telling yourself, ‘No, it’s not that. Truth is, I just don’t understand what’s going on in the world.'”
“We are now creating tame humans that produce enormous amounts of data and function as very efficient chips in a huge data-processing mechanism, but these data-cows hardly maximize the human potential. Indeed, we have no idea what our full human potential is, because we know so little about the human mind.”
Yuri Noah Harari, 21 Lessons for the 21st Century
SCRUM: The Art of Doing Twice the Work in Half the Time
by Jeff & J. J. Sutherland
There are surely better SCRUM books to buy (but this one was recommended by me by my pal and co-worker James). The author, CEO of Scrum, Inc. (it’s his story, co-authored with his son), is a bit self-congratulatory, and his cheerleading for SCRUM often comes across like he’s plugging a miracle weight loss regimen. That said, it did get me excited about some scrummy ideas, and inspire me to try to put some into practice. My job is allegedly going to try to tackle its next project in an “agile” manner. Ha. We’ll see how that goes.

The Penny Miller Mudroom WILL be built here at Wiseacres!
The plot twist of the ending WAS pretty good. I was prepared to give it nothing but scathing, negative comments; but she did pull off a good ending.
But oy, so many tangents! Too long! “Oh, you cannot possibly understand Clara without first knowing about Ryan Topps…” I beg to differ. We did not need to know one whit about Ryan Topps – it would have made NO difference to the progress of the story whatsoever.
Most of the characters were at least a bit grotesque, and quite incoherent to me. So much inexplicable conversion to religious fanaticism (Samad, Millat, Ryan Topps). I only liked Irie, and Niece-of-Shame – I LOVED Niece-of-Shame. And I loved Irie’s speech telling off her family at the end – I love when annoying characters get put in their place.
But everyone else? Samad? Was he a good sympathetic guy, or a religious fanatic – if a religious fanatic, why did he become upset when his son also because a religious fanatic? Millat – a bad boy, yet, joins a religious cult? Clara – a sex bomb walking down the stairs, and then all this back history about her being ugly, and then, what of her? She had no personality.
Things started to wear thin for me with the tangent of the Chelfins, and towards the end when Irie has sex with both twins (in succession) on one night, I decided I hated it – by that time, things felt genuinely random, and I can’t abide reading something where it seems that at any moment literally anything can happen.
Thankfully, as I said, it was tied together at the end (though I hate when pregnancy is used as a tie-together part of an ending, even a small part as here); it had a real conclusion, overlaying everything prior with SOME point. But I’ve definitely spent a better 448 pages in my life.
The annual St. Jean-sur-Richilieu bike excursion. First, a new brewery, Brasserie Dunham. Seen them a couple of times at festivals, and they never had anything we really wanted to drink; I found the pub offerings bitter, though X thought they were fine. Food was pretty good, particularly the gazpacho. Man I love gazpacho. Particularly cilantro.
Biked maybe 15 km to Chambly and visited old favorite, Bedondaine, and I had my old favorite, La Mentheuse. Yes, that means mint. MINT BEER WORKS! I SWEAR!
Biked back with a full moon coming up. I unabashedly love my life.