AIB insists there must be a SORT or SWIFT code for my bank in Alaska. My bank in Alaska insists it has no such thing. AIB says they SUPPOSE I can try to send money using the routing code that FNBA provided, but they don’t think it’ll work and that they can’t possibly see how the bank can’t have the codes AIB says it should. I believe that on Thursday, when Ted has the day off, we will go talk to the other banks and find out if they, too,…
big day.
Big day planned today. Going to spend the morning typing in the Chance pages and seeing how much of a script I’ve got here. Doing to do some laundry in there, too. This afternoon I think I’ll go into Cork to sign up for a class or two, and maybe do some shopping: apples, jeans, new shoes, shampoo; that sort of thing. Maybe a couple of more winter-weight shirts. Need to call the bank and speak slowly to them regarding a wire transfer. Should do that before I go to…
i FWIMMED!
I actually got up this morning and swam. And then I walked home. I’m so proud of myself! :) I only did 1500 meters (my, the difference between a meter pool and a yard pool is significant, even if it’s not much), but 1500’s not too bad for my first time swimming in months. The pool was ungodly hot, really genuinely hotter than necessary even to keep little kids from turning blue, but it may be (if the people who were there are any indicator) that I’m the only person…
sports, science fiction, and the state of america
At thirty-six, like most professional athletes, Andre Agassi is, by the standards of his occupation, an old man. I don’t know how many of you are following the US Open in tennis this week. Probably not many. But most of you do read science fiction, and that’s actually what I’m thinking about while I’m on the topic of Andre Agassi. The US Open is Agassi’s swan song. He’s supposed to be retiring gracefully this year, having made the cut and now taking, as it were, a last jog around the…
a good day
Food photography is not my strength, but I made a flourless chocolate cake today (two, actually), and it may have been the most intense chocolate experience of my life. My god. o.o And so you get a picture of my cake, but I’ll be nice enough to put it (and the recipe) behind the 18 oz bittersweet chocolate 1 c butter 1/2 c water 3/4c sugar 1/4 tsp salt 6 eggs Preheat oven to 300 degrees. Thoroughly grease a 10 inch springform pan. Melt the chocolate in a double boiler.…