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Friday, September 10, 2004


A couple of people have pointed me to this. Heh. Funny.
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Thursday, September 09, 2004

pulled pork

St. Ned's has a booth at this weekend's street festival. We'll be selling North Carolina-style bbq pork sandwiches. Which has meant that my life seems to include a lot of pork this week.

300 lbs. of pork got smoked in a contraption made out of the church's old fridge. A couple of our engineer types came up with that clever thing, and then the pork spent 20 hours inside before being removed this morning. Maybe some of the crispy fat that was stuck to the gratings got eaten. Maybe by me.

Tonight, we shredded the pork. I have pork in my pores.

I'm not working in the booth this weekend, but I'll go to the festival. I also really seriously need to do some homework. I have terrible writer's block. The closest I've come to workiing on my papers is time spent arranging my syllabi into careful piles, and using highlighters on them. I also bought a nifty binder.
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