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tomato paste run
Monday, April 10 2017
Throughout the workday (often while actually doing work), I watched the second part of I Dream of Wires (Hardcore Edition), which chronicles the revival of the analog modular synth. It was fascinating at times, but a bit relentless and in the weeds. I could see why this version was considered "hardcore." I was inspired to do some work on my most-prized piece of analog audio equipment, the Washburn electric guitar amplifier I received (with my first electric guitar) as a birthday present in 1987. The three leftmost potentiometers on it are all shot and need to be replaced, so I opened it up, found out what their values were, and ordered replacements via eBay.
Meanwhile, the day outside was gorgeous and warm, with temperatures well up into the 80s. Meanwhile, we were fast approaching the beginning of Passover. Under my anti-tribalist influence, Gretchen is now such a fallen-away Jew that we wouldn't be going to any seders this year, but we both find observing Passover dietary restrictions fun and somehow worthwhile. We had plenty of matzo on hand but no tomato paste for the making of "matzo pizza." So this evening I took a little break from my workday to drive to the Uptown Hannaford (aka "Ghettoford") to get eight small cans of organic store-brand tomato paste (not knowing that the only suitable brand for matzo pizza is Contadina, though it later turned out that the stuff I'd bought was nearly as good). Gretchen had also wanted me to pick up whatever vegetables I could find, though freakishly the Hannaford produce section was in a state of extreme maintenance (not that any of the usual customers would notice; the Cheetos and hotdog buns were unaffected) and the only unprocessed cookable plant matter I could find was pre-cut broccoli and kale, already in bags.
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