
I made this today, for Jorn's cheap gas app for the iPhone. Coming soon!
Two pieces of news:
1. Housewarming on Oct 2. featuring the Boxers and Alexander's band (see above)
2. We made it to the second round of the Change Your World competition! This weekend we will compete with ten teams for a 10,000E prize.
Birthday MenuThe next step is to buy a recipe book to record all our favorite house recipes!
- Hummus + turkish bread
- 2 whole grilled jerk chickens
- Cous Cous (have to get recipe from Alexander)
- Vivian's famous potato salad
- Le Gâteau Piège
- Apple crumble (Vivian)
- Fruit salad (Kim and Cyril)
- Melon cocktails for North by Northwest (Fedde)
- Bathub cooled beer
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Eve: I’m Eve Kendall. I’m twenty-six and unmarried. Now
you know everything.
Roger: Tell me. What do you do besides lure men to their
doom on the Twentieth Century Limited?
Eve: I’m an industrial designer.
Last night I dreamed that I threw a throwing knife at a tree. When I went toI finally finished Blink. I thought the book was quite nice, especially as a complement/counterpoint to Fooled by Randomness which I read earlier this year. The first was about how mental heuristics are a powerful engine for understanding the world in a flash, but also how these processes are unconscious and therefore unpredictable to the uninitiated. The second is about how the same mental heuristics can lead people to interpret the world as more causal than it actually is. I recommend both, but especially Fooled. Blink was fast and easy to read, but didn't really present that much new information.
recover my knife, I found that I had split a fly in half.
I was in a large hall with a sparring ring. A multitude of scissors were suspended from the ceiling at different heights; they were very sharp to the touch and I already cut myself several times on them before the match had even started. My friends and I were evenly matched, but I was chosen to go represent us against our mysterious rivals.
It was customary to eat a bowl of rice with tea before starting. As I gulped down my rice, I saw my opponent watching me avidly. That was when I sensed something was wrong. There was poison in my food...but that wouldn't affect me. I communicated with my eyes to let my opponent know that I knew about his tricks, and that he was still going down. I ended up winning, but the thugs weren't satisfied. As they pressed in on our small group, we dashed out of the hall and and drove off into the horizon in a stolen car...