Board of Accountability, Week 21

Yeah, it's been a rough week or so, and I really can't put my finger on why. I'm not hurt, I'm not really sad, and work isn't all that much hairier than usual. For some reason, though, my interest in doing just about anything has cratered. Seems like I just pour myself into bed most nights. I hope this isn't burnout kicking in again -- I have some important milestones coming up and can't really afford to get stuck in a rut again.

One for all the dog people

Watch this one with your canine friends. It's fun for the whole gang.

Board of Accountability, Week 20

Nature taking its course

In a dance as old as time....

Board of Accountability, Week 19

Sharing is caring

If there is one consistent theme throughout this blog, it's that I am far too lazy for my own good. If there are two consistent themes throughout this blog, it's that I am far too lazy for my own good and I have a serious curry habit.

No matter where I go, one of my first goals is to find the place that serves the best curry. Sometimes I succeed, sometimes I fail miserably. The AUH has no shortage of curry possibilities thanks to the massive number of South Asian people living and working here. Still, as the saying goes, if you want something done right, sometimes you have to do it yourself. It's taken months of experimenting and a few notable failures, but I think I've hit upon a good, basic curry rice recipe that is both tasty on its own and leaves the cook options to improvise or enhance where desired.

The recipe is below the fold. As far as I can tell, it's vegetarian- and vegan-friendly. If I'm wrong, vegan friends, please let me know in the comments and I will adjust as necessary.

Board of Accountability, Week 18

If you're wondering about the entries in the exercise column, I messed up my knee on Monday. Just walking to work and back was difficult, so exercising was out. Taking this week off as part staycation, part healing seems to have done the trick. I'm still going to ease my way back onto the treadmill, though.

Silk purse from a sow's ear

For your consideration, a couple gems pointed my way by the good people over at Night Attack.

First off, someone created a program that will take your tweets and craft them into poetry -- cleverly titled Poetweet. As those paying attention will attest, my social media usage during the past month has been dominated by the Asian Cup down in Australia, and to a lesser extent the African Cup of Nations. It can hardly be a surprise, then, that this site took my twitterings and spat out this little gem, a rondel titled "Before halftime":

OK up until watching that hot mess.
For now, time for celebrations.
Beset by injuries & illness.
People's world to its foundations.

Suave, continental bearing.
Some sort of horrible pejorative.
America = terrorism. Or something.
Diversity. Not mutually exclusive.

I'd take that in a heartbeat.
Equally to the rest of the state.
Iraq in the final would be great.
1. That's a curious exchange rate.
Iraq foul, lather, rinse, repeat.

Try it for yourself -- it's fun! If you don't have a Twitter account, use one of someone you find entertaining, such as Elon Musk or The Iron Sheik.

Below the jump, a disturbingly accurate summation of much of my childhood.