This is an Arkansas Traveler, a really wonderful tomato. I have one plant of these in my garden, and one Roma, which still has only green tomatoes.
The smell is wonderful.
I put this, along with the lettuce, also from the garden, on a turkey sandwich yesterday, and it was delicious. There is enough left for a tomato and spinach omelette this morning., even though other people joined me in eating this tomato.
It escaped dinner last night because I didn’t cook dinner. I joined the other members of the bell choir at a local restaurant to say goodbye to our youngest bell ringer, who is moving to the Eastern Shore.
I ate chicken and mushroom ravioli. It had a marsala sauce which was mostly cream. I felt, since I don’t normally eat anything so lavish, as though my mouth and throat were entirely coated with cream. This is not necessarily a terrible thing. If you are a cat, for example, or can go lie down and sleep like a cat, it is probably just a luxurious sensation.
However, I went directly to choir, where I was given the solo for “Send It On Down.” I had been coveting that solo. I also worked on my solo for this Sunday, which is Duke Ellington’s “Come Sunday.” I think BigSax is going to play, but I am leaving the instruments up to the instrumentalists. (We may not sound exactly like that YouTube of Kathleen Battle and Wynton Marsalis.)
The pictures here are from my walk earlier in the day.
I started the day with a walk through of the sites and stats of my Dark Art Lite people, with some updates and negotiations with webmasters, and then spent four hours begging links. I was mostly working with Christmas sites, so there was a lot of cheesy electronic music in my morning.
By afternoon I’d gotten the tech article figured out and sent it off to Client #2, so I went walking before the dinner.
When I returned from the dinner and choir practice, I had feedback from Client #2, saying that my article for him was too exciting, and he needed a short preliminary version he could offer to the punters without leading to stampedes.
I was a bit concerned about that article, as I may have mentioned. Even though I think I now pretty much understand the technology involved, it is always easy to strike a false note linguistically when you write about things outside your own field.
You know how you’ll be reading a novel into which someone has stuck some knitting because it’s trendy, and some phrase jumps out at you and makes you think, “That person doesn’t know how to knit”? Sometimes they have the supposed knitter using a hook, or something.
I didn’t want that to happen with my article. I did read it out to my dad, a hardware guy, so he could alert me to any girly phrases or odd structures. On his recommendation, I got rid of the suggestion that clustered servers were demanding on the IT staff. Computer guys don’t concern themselves with such things.
So I was pleased to hear that my article had to be kept under wraps because it would just be too thrilling, and also that it had too much technical detail. It is being sent out in a couple of weeks. I wrote something else for the earlier deadline and sent it off.
#1 daughter and I did some chatting, and then I returned to this week’s first Summer Challenge book: Making Money by Terry Pratchett.
I’m a big fan of his, and it is always a great pleasure to read his books.
Paper currency might have been just as important, in terms of technological change, as the internet, agriculture, or weaving.
I took my first computer class in 1976, and have been using computers steadily ever since. There wasn’t any point at which I thought to myself, “Now this is really going to change things.”
Like the end of Windows, which will take place on June 30th — no more new computers will be made with Windows. I have a Windows machine and a Vista machine. Yawn. So what?
What if it turns out that this matters a lot? Or if the revolutionary new server I wrote about matters a lot? It’ll be like the internet — we’ll look back at it and say, “Wow! That really changed things.” You don’t see it coming.