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Hello, my name is Judas Gutenberg and this is my blaag (pronounced as you would the vomit noise "hyroop-bleuach").


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Sunday, September 14 2008
It was a relatively cool summer and it's been a cool early September to match, but today we had a strange one-day heat wave, complete with the sort of humidity that cause beads of condensation to form not only on rocks, but also on the deck planking. By sunset it was 82 degrees outdoors and 87 in the laboratory (which is uncomfortable unless I point the fan directly at me and set it on high).
Despite the heat, I was able to do a little work on the greenhouse foundation hole, finishing out the bottom along its southern edge. It didn't take much shoveling before I was drenched in sweat.
This evening Gretchen made one of her vegan lasagnas and we brought it over to Penny and David's house and had dinner out on the front lawn at a table equipped with an umbrella. There was no threat of precipitation but the umbrella was important nevertheless; every time a little gust of win would pass through, the Chestnut Oak overhead would shed a dozen or more acorns, which would come raining down with great force. We'd have to lean in beneath the umbrella to avoid being bruised. I found the acorns from this particular tree bitter, but less so than average for a Chestnut Oak, and I actually ate on or two. Eleanor did as well, mostly because they were there and interesting for a dog to chew.
Penny and David have hired a guy to cut down a few trees around their house and one of the trees that Penny would like to cut down is this particular Chestnut Oak, as she'd rather have sky than acorns. Just because the task was so straightforward, I joined David in the futile job of picking up some of the thousands of acorns already littering the lawn.

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