Like a bolt from the blue

I mention that now because I think I need an excuse, or perhaps it is psychology.There’s a psychological condition, at least on TV, where the brain manages to take anomalous or unacceptable information and twist it around inside our brain to make it more palatable.That must be what happened.Tonight, my wife was reading my blog posts…. The other reason is because she’s so wonderful, I never actually have anything bad to say about her.)Anyway, after reading my post about pasture cakes she said, “I’m embarrassed by my people.”“I mean, who would think about putting grass inside a cake and eating it?”And then it hit me.Somehow, despite everything I wrote and mocked about pasture cakes, my brain, in an effort no doubt to save what’s left of my sanity, had somehow actually blocked comprehension that people were actually eating lawn grass.

An iPod’s Tale

Not many posts last week, first the kids were sick, then I came down with it…. No Energy.Nonetheless, one thing worth noting did happen to me this week.

This is a story that just gets better (or worse) every step of the way.

We were at the Chinese market the other day and I ran across this unfortunately named delicacy: “Pasture Cake”Now, I suppose you can’t expect the Taiwanese to know that a pasture cake is a cow turd, but it’s hard not to associate in my mind.Then Chu-Wan translated it for me: It’s really “Cow Grass Cake”…. Apparently, Cow Grass is the latest health food craze in Taiwan, second only to pomegranate juice.

Second Service

I gotta say, I’m kind of jazzed today.I’m under considerable pressure at work right now. We’ve had a long-running and usually troublesome project to implement a new online service.