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contextualizing the baking
As the 20th century draws to a close and everyone one is scrambling to change the date fields on thousand year old COBOL programs (you didn't know the Vikings had COBOL?) I am learning to use the Easy Bake Oven, supervising the baking of very tiny cakes by very small people in a very short time. You can eat these cakes in one bite. But the fun of mixing the batter, smoothing it into the tiny pan, sliding it into the oven, timing it, sliding it into the cooling chamber, and eating it pales in comparison to the adjunct activities of mixing up a big batch of flour and water and kneading it until the cows come home - or until Kevin comes home. Watch as mere library paste turns into balls, worms, phantasmic creatures of the imagination, not to mention a big mess. Add food coloring and get a colored mess!
Will humans cook in the 21st century?
baseball at the end of the 20th century
After a long day of tv watching and Easy Baking with the nieces, I went to the Lowell Spinners game courtesy of Lizzy, who gave me a book of free tickets she won in a raffle. The ballpark was packed. Some youth group from Salem, NH was there on an outing, plus lots of off duty cops, lots of families, lots of lots of... And 2 mascots! The Canaligator was joined by The Green Monster for the evening to celebrate the first Spinner to go up to Boston's debut (Bret Saberhagen - aging rehab project, pitched in Lowell a few weeks ago, then Trenton, then Pawtucket, now finally getting shelled in the big leagues again after a 2 year absence). The game was a tight 0-0 contest with few hits until the 7th inning. Unfortunately it also started to rain in the 7th and I took my aging arthritic bones home, reaching my car just as the huge cheer for a Spinners run finally scoring erupted. I had a good time though. The shortstop made some really good plays - the kind that always makes writers compare fielding to poetry.
Then of course I stayed up to listen to Bret Saberhagen get shelled in Anaheim.
tired at the end of the 20th century
I'm too tired to move. I contemplate taking to my bed for the next 7 years but can't quite summon up that Proustian feeling.
I skip driving to Rhode Island and putter around cleaning my kitchen between naps. I struggle to write up my adventures with the Easy Bake Oven and the Lowell Spinners and the above is the best you're gonna get.
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