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Most Sundays, I play a game of Scrabble over zoom with [personal profile] annikusrex and another friend, S. These games have been a real lifeline for us all. In this morning's game, I managed to double-bingo (play 2 7-letter words), including playing the word CONGAING (dancing the conga).

*does a little happy dance*

That is all.
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I've been playing a Scrabble-like game online with a friend about once a week or so. She generally completely kicks my butt, but somehow or another I picked up some good tiles yesterday, including all four high-scoring ones (J, Q, X, Z). In addition, I managed to put together a bingo, and I even had a second one in my rack (LUMPERS or RUMPLERS) but I couldn't put it anywhere. S also managed a bingo, and so in the end I won with 396 points to her 378. Maybe I should start keeping track of game totals.

Anyway, here was our final board:
High-scoring game

Later in the day, I told [livejournal.com profile] sytharin that I would lend her a hand with projects out in the garden. First things first, I went on a quick trip over to the store to pick up more potting soil to replace the soil I'd used up, so she can start a bunch of interesting seeds. Things like a pink banana plant, for example.

When I returned, she was underway with another project, mixing and pouring plaster for a ceramics wedging table:

Plaster preparation

Have you ever mixed and poured plaster before? I've dealt with it a lot, in the context of making ant nests. So I was a touch nervous when RAC said she'd been mixing the plaster and water for about 5 minutes by that point. So then she got ready to pour:
Plaster pouring

...slightly more liquid than she'd hoped...

Plaster pouring

...kind of thick towards the bottom...and you can see how it's starting to leak out of the mold, too...

Plaster pouring

After things reached this stage, I stopped taking pictures and started helping out. A spare board helped reduce the leak rate, and then we managed to scoop a bunch of the plaster back into the mold. If you ever find yourself wanting to make a plaster clay wedging table, I have a small piece of advice: put a small strip of clay along the seams, to seal them off.

Oh, actually, multiple pieces of advice. I think the mixing ratio that RAC used was probably okay. It was the ratio on the package. Anyway, other advice. Do what she did and get one of those drill attachments for mixing paint. Always add plaster to water, not the other way around. And maybe put the form onto something that's slightly easier to tap/vibrate/relocate to knock out as many of the bubbles as possible. In this case it would have helped to have something like a moving dolly. That would have helped with the splashing, too.

For clean-up, have a bucket of water ready to go for immediately after you pour. Use the water to rinse out and dilute the plaster that remains in your mixing vessel and on your mixing equipment. You don't need a ton of water, but enough to loosen things up. Removing hardened plaster is often more difficult, but another alternative is to work with a flexible mixing vessel. If you generate a bunch of waste liquid, pour it into a big bucket and let it sit for a week or more. The plaster residue will sink to the bottom and you will be able to pour off the water. Then, once things have dried out, you'll have an easier time disposing of the residue. I believe there's actually a way to recharge it, but it might involve temperatures that are too high for doing this at home.

Then I did some cooking, and I have no idea where the rest of the day went.
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A week ago, S and I played a game of Skype-Scrabble on a game interface he wrote. He lost, so he challenged me to a rematch, which happened last night. Normally, none of this is really cause for comment, but I suffered a resounding defeat. First, he played FRANKED, and then I challenged it and learned that it means to cancel out postage on a piece of mail (at least, according to the OSPD v 5.0). Sometime thereafter, he played JOLTER, which I also challenged and lost. And then even later on, he played CHLORINE, which I didn't challenge, but which was his second bingo of the game. I don't feel especially terrible about losing, given that my final score was higher than my final score from the previous game, but man, that was an interesting time. Apparently OSPD v 5.0 contains 5,000 new words. It still doesn't contain profanity - I checked for you.

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Towards the end of May, I am going to give a presentation on randonneuring at one of the local bike shops. In preparation, I've started looking some stuff up, and came across this story by Sheldon Brown's wife, from riding PBP in 1975. What a story. I love her commentary on the French meals in particular, and how she carried a whole roast chicken with her all the way to Brest.

People in this town are really gung-ho about the National Bike Challenge. Hopefully logging my cycling mileage won't become too tedious, sigh. On the other hand, this morning I learned that the route I take along the bike path is actually 3.5 miles long. A bit longer than the one-mile straight-shot route, eh?

Edited to add... It took me a few minutes to remember why I wanted to write about the National Bike Challenge. The reason why is because the site asked me to choose whether I ride primarily for transportation or for recreation. I had to scratch my head over that. Eventually, I chose "transportation," because that's what gets me on the bike every single day, and it came well before the "recreation" part started, I suppose (although this seems to presuppose that riding to get somewhere isn't fun). All miles get logged as either transportation or recreation, too. If I ride my bike out to the start of a brevet, should I log that as a separate ride and call it transportation, I wonder.
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All right, here they are, photographs from our crawdadding expedition behind the cut. Warning: there are a lot of them! Hooray for a successful Scrabble Society expedition!

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I tell ya, when I'm feeling ho-hum about life, nothing is quite as cheering as getting to spend my Wednesday evening playing Scrabble with some of the most amazing people I know (and getting to pet their doggies). I really appreciate the moments when I remember to look around and realize that it's a privilege to have such great friends. My cat, on the other hand, is still a little bit suspicious of the dogs, which is pretty much hilarious--I just got carefully sniffed-over to check for dog cooties, and the angle of her tail indicates mild annoyance at the inconvenience of such guests.
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Day 1: 21,097 m.

Happy Thanksgiving, everyone. Despite the questionable origins of the holiday, it's always nice to have an opportunity to express gratitude. I spent a lovely evening last night with Ms. [livejournal.com profile] annikusrex and W, who popped in and out. Alas, a silly move on my part (failure to play FOWLER) cost me the game. But there will be a rematch tonight for certain. Now to eat copious amounts of starchy foods.
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Hello, darlings.

This has been an exhausting week so far. But I got up this morning and put on my hot pink spandex and went for a bike ride. So that was nice. And I played scrabble last night with D, which was also nice. We learned that gazump is a word. However, GE is not (at least, in the third edition of the OSPD). Neither is LEDE. And QUINOA should be spelled with a U, not without. Of course, we learned all of these things at the end of the game--we were both too chicken to challenge things. It was quite a lovely game overall.

Now I need to think and write. Wish me luck.
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This morning I dropped a butter knife on the kitchen floor because I was in too much of a hurry. It made the loudest, clangingest noise ever. I was trying to be quiet, really I was.

Yesterday before I went running, I contemplated putting on sunscreen, and then I didn't. Today I have the most impressive tan lines ever. Okay, maybe it was more impressive when I had both a sock tan AND a sandal tan a couple of years ago. But I've gotten many more comments on the present tan lines so far. I shall have to run all covered up in the future to prevent the bad tan lines from worsening.

I made heaps of Indian food for dinner last night--channa daal curry, a red lentil dish, raita, parathas (did you know that Pilsbury makes Indian bread products?), and rice. I will have to post recipes soon--the red lentils and raita were spectacularly good (more new recipies out of the new Indian cookbook). A couple of friends came over and we all ate and ate and ate. It was so good, and there were no leftovers and everybody had enough to eat. Amazing. Afterwords, we played a game of Scrabble and I was able to spell the word SCABIES, using all 7 tiles, including 2 blanks. Later on, somebody else played HIVES, and eventually NIT. Talk about a good Scrabble game theme--skin problems. Amazingly, I managed to do all that and wash the dishes and still get to bed in time to get up and go rowing this morning. And then I dropped a butter knife.

Ouch.

Sep. 25th, 2005 12:32 pm
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My body hurts. All over. Muscles are sore that I didn't realize that I had (okay, I've taught enough anatomy that, if I thought about it really hard, I could figure out which muscles they are, but just play along). I don't think it helped that I went out for drinks last night instead of curling up in a little ball. Oh well. Maybe I'll be better next time. Alas, I must get stuff done today. No more lounging around on my (sore) bum. The weird part is that it's hard to convince myself to eat a whole lot. And that makes me wonder just where those 2,100 calories came from yesterday. What kinds of energy reserves are typical for a person to have on board? I mean, I know I have enough body fat that I can do something outrageous like a marathon and not risk energetic/etc. imbalances in the same way that somebody with a really ridiculously small amount of body fat would. Take that, anorexically skinny supermodels! But yeah--now I'm really curious about the physiology of recovery. Obviously my recovery process hasn't been ideal, but it could be worse. But what could I change? Should I really force myself to eat? Should I have had more water to drink? (I don't think I can ever stomach lemon-lime Gatorade again) Should I just not over-analyze the recovery process?

In any case.

This evening I shall eat large quantities of Indian Food and then force people to play Scrabble. Heh heh heh. I can't wait for the big Scrabble board to arrive.

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