blackbearblue

  This evening I snagged an old enlarger (for traditional film processing), for free! in the aftermath of a neighbour's garage sale. However, I found out shortly after that my mother had given away my old microscope to an elementary school. So my day, as far as things-with-lenses was concerned, turned out oddly balanced. 
  Still, free enlarger for me!
   Fun with microscopy for the kids!

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During the summer I work for a catering company.  I love the theatre and pace of the food industry, the potential for disaster and the fun of improvisation. Catering can be especially interesting because it's rarely repetitive- the way the company I work for is run, everyone is cross-trained, so within a given shift we act as roadies, decoraters, prep-cooks and servers.

Our high school, depsite being named for Chaucer, always held a birthday celebration for William Shakespeare.  This generally consisted of all the students posting a quote in the front lobby, followed by birthday cake.  I  hunted around  for  a suitable quote to use today-  but  a  lot  of  what  I  found was more concerned with how much the passage of time consumes or destroys.  Wiki-quotes has an excellent selection, and even just browsing through it, I was amazed  all over again by the breadth of Shakespeare's legacy.  Julius Caesar was the third or the fourth Play that I read, but it was the first one that I actually understood in its entirety.  So it was very fitting that the it was the source of quote I finally found:

"How many ages hence
Shall this our lofty scene be acted over,
In states unborn and accents yet unknown!"
    -Cassius, Julius Caesar, III,i

-fertilized my sunflower, using a paintbrush-
    eta: It worked: I now have sunflower cloneseeds! I feel very accomplished in a neolithic sort of way.

-picked up some garbage- why  are there so many plastic ring sheets from six-packs? Has no one seen that episode of The Simpsons?  With the net and the slurry!?
-either saved or traumatized a seagull...well,on one hand he'd been stunned or injured somehow- and if I'd left him in the parking lot he would have been run-over for sure... on the other hand I'm sure he did not appreciate me moving him to a field and then sitting beside him until he recovered....

Today's mail: one pizza flyer, and a notification of a parcel at the post office (easter chocolate!!!), and  six rubbber bands... I get that I was probably the last address in the packet, but really, why so many rubber bands?