September 18, 2006
This morning Gary said he had proof that I was indeed a saint, because I offered to help him finish up his bowel program. I told him that I had offered because he was whining ;-) about this one taking so long, and I’d felt sorry for him. He said he’d have to remember the whining trick. I told him he better not whine like Blackjack – that kind of whine doesn’t make you feel sorry for him, it makes you want to kill him! Gary said he’d keep that in mind. (He also said it's a good thing we can laugh about it.)
A few graduate students came by in the afternoon and took the racquets, blender, vacuum cleaner, one of the two badminton sets, the old set of golf clubs, and Jarts.
Late afternoon I got a little worried about how Gary was faring – it began to downpour about the time he was supposed to be leaving for home from the university. The bus pulled up the drive, and I got an umbrella to meet him – he had said this morning he was taking his new poncho to school, but I figured it wouldn’t hurt to have the extra protection of an umbrella. He was glad I came out – turned out he had accidently taken his old poncho, which doesn’t have a hood. I wondered aloud why he his hair was dry, and he said it hadn’t started raining until right after he got on the bus – so he was lucky!
For dinner Gary elaborated on the recipe I had in mind. We started with spicy black beans (adding cumin, cinnammon, chives, scallions, jalapeno, fresh oregano, and homemade chili powder to the beans), and I had intended him to have them in a pita bread with cilantro mayonnaise. Gary decided to add feta cheese, tomatoes, and olives to the sandwich, because, he said, pitas are Greek. He said his creation turned out great.
As an addendum to yesterday’s entry:
David Fremlin suggested that finite dissection followed by affine operations could have been tried on the bookcase. Actually, finite dissection was suggested, but fortunately no one had a saw on hand.
This morning Gary said he had proof that I was indeed a saint, because I offered to help him finish up his bowel program. I told him that I had offered because he was whining ;-) about this one taking so long, and I’d felt sorry for him. He said he’d have to remember the whining trick. I told him he better not whine like Blackjack – that kind of whine doesn’t make you feel sorry for him, it makes you want to kill him! Gary said he’d keep that in mind. (He also said it's a good thing we can laugh about it.)
A few graduate students came by in the afternoon and took the racquets, blender, vacuum cleaner, one of the two badminton sets, the old set of golf clubs, and Jarts.
Late afternoon I got a little worried about how Gary was faring – it began to downpour about the time he was supposed to be leaving for home from the university. The bus pulled up the drive, and I got an umbrella to meet him – he had said this morning he was taking his new poncho to school, but I figured it wouldn’t hurt to have the extra protection of an umbrella. He was glad I came out – turned out he had accidently taken his old poncho, which doesn’t have a hood. I wondered aloud why he his hair was dry, and he said it hadn’t started raining until right after he got on the bus – so he was lucky!
For dinner Gary elaborated on the recipe I had in mind. We started with spicy black beans (adding cumin, cinnammon, chives, scallions, jalapeno, fresh oregano, and homemade chili powder to the beans), and I had intended him to have them in a pita bread with cilantro mayonnaise. Gary decided to add feta cheese, tomatoes, and olives to the sandwich, because, he said, pitas are Greek. He said his creation turned out great.
As an addendum to yesterday’s entry:
David Fremlin suggested that finite dissection followed by affine operations could have been tried on the bookcase. Actually, finite dissection was suggested, but fortunately no one had a saw on hand.
posted by Peg Daniels at 8:17 PM
1 Comments:
He is just as eclectic and elaborate as a cook as he is as a mathematician ;-)
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