Eggsactly

I'm learning, along with Allison, to garden. We've planted a lot in the last couple of weeks, and I plan to take photos to show the updates. For example, here's our new little herb-garden, planted two weekends ago:


Two varieties of thyme, some oregano, sage, parsley, coriander and chives. Plus spearmint, peppermint and some creeping rosemary to complement the standing variety elsewhere in the garden. It's gonna thrive. I can just feel it.

Oh, and just for Pierre, here's a big daisy:

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Last weekend was Easter. Having broken through a major problem in one of my projects on Good Friday, I was all ready to celebrate Easter Saturday in the best way possible: painting eggs. Not that I did all that much painting. I find such things are often best left to craftier folk, but I did my best. A bunch of people came over for eggs and brunch, and here are some of the outputs:




That's Bryce, by the way. Did I ever mention Bryce?

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Time for a sports update. I never commented on Ireland's historic and momentous grand slam. Awesome, and I'm glad to've caught a few of the matches in this year's tournament. Watch out for England coming back next year, though....

We've also had the Masters golf, and just like last year my predictions for English success were scuppered by, er, reality. As usual I've almost entirely ignored the basketball season, but excitingly baseball is back on. I'm supporting Seattle this season (Northwest solidarity) and they're doing OK.

Maybe the most exciting sports news of the moment is the soccer. Or football. Whatever. What's important is that rumours of the demise of this season were greatly exaggerated. I really don't know if Man U will hang on to win the premiership. I think they might not. Wow, I didn't think I'd be saying that. And three English teams in the Champions League semi-finals. All very exciting.

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I often mis-hear song lyrics, but one of my recent mistakes was kind of unusual. I credited Beck with declining the Greek definite article "η, την, της, τη" in the song `Hell Yes'. How very learned is Beck, I thought.

Turns out the lyric is the less exotic "hate taste tested", according to the internets. See what you think, it first comes up about a minute in.