Keep an eye on it

According to this email, oil demand is exceeding OPEC supplies. They seemed quite excited about it.

Dave writes: On the other hand, I felt like a total zombie yesterday, and today I have yet to make it out of bed (it's 1pm now). I think my cold was donated To update y'all on my Sickness Status, at least partly because nobody's been posting anything (HEY EVERYBODY WHERE ARE YOU), here's how things went for me: Thursday: A slightly sore throat. Friday: Sore throat, coughing, feeling generally run-down. So of course I stayed out until 1:30am after some good energetic runs around downtown Shinjuku chasing after buses. Saturday: Did not get out of bed. Sunday: Did not get out of bed...until about 1:30pm, when I hauled my laundry to the laundromat, then went back to bed. Then I was roused again to help my new neighbor (Hi Drew!) move in. Back to the laundromat to toss my clothes in the dryer, more moving, back to the laundromat again to take my clothes out of the dryer, more moving, then dinner. And then, bed. Monday: Did not OVERLY feel like getting up, but decided that I should at least show willing. Trudged into work, watched amazing package utilities which did such a thorough job that they eradicated /etc, decided partway through the OS reinstall that maybe I should have followed my first instinct and stayed in bed. Tuesday: Woke up, fell out of bed, dragged a comb across my head. Managed to actually be sufficiently together to remember that I had a job interview today, and remembered to put on a suit. Forgot to polish my shoes though, oops. The young lady, on the other hand, had a different technique for Battling Disease. For her it was: Tuesday: Start coughing. Ouch, that hurts. Isn't it not supposed to hurt? Wednesday, Thursday: Still coughing. I'll just tough it out. Friday: Still coughing. It's really bad. I know, I'll spend the weekend in Kyoto! How about starting by catching the overnight bus (see "running around Shinjuku" above). Saturday, Sunday: Major tourism. This does wonders for a sick person, no doubt. Very invigorating. Sunday night: Bus from Kyoto back to Tokyo! Leaves Kyoto at 11:30 Sunday night, gets to Tokyo at 6:30 in the morning! Whee! Just the perfect place to convalesce. Monday: Trudge into work. Talk to people really slowly. Barely muster up energy to type. Leave work at noon, disappear somewhere after complaining about "having difficulty breathing" (thus scaring the crap out of me). Also having difficulty being coherent. Tuesday: Finally getting the idea: didn't get out of bed. In her words: "shakes, no chills. v. odd. no appetite, couldn't eat lunch". (Note that she normally writes pretty well the same way that I do, in complete sentences and with capital letters. The all-lowercase and sentence fragments were quite alarming.) So, you all will be absolutely amazed to learn that if you're sick, it's better to go to bed and stay there early than to, for example, decide to go visit the other side of the country, sightseeing. Unfortunately, owing to the "disappear after Having Difficulty Breathing" incident, I went straight from being too sick to think straight to being too worried to think straight. Which happened to be the state of mind I was in when I went into the job interview. Oh well! At least I have a *current* job! --Dave

If I can have it, so can you! Apparently, they've got all the answers.

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Recipe: Overnight Whole grain cereal


Here's an easy way to make whole grain breakfast cereal. It's based on
something I found in the Deaf Smith Country Cookbook years ago. Easy
and requires nothing other than a stovetop and a pan with a cover. I
used to make it all the time.

It's great because:

Don't have to watch for the boiling over
makes multiple portions
cooked grains can be included in another meal
can nuke a portion


1 part mixed whole grains (e.g. wheat berries, oats,
buckwheat, hulled barley, rye, millet, etc.)
3 parts water
1/3 part raisins (optional)

Boil water
Add grains [and raisins, if using them]
Stir
Bring to boil again
Turn off heat
Cover pot
Leave overnight as is [or in a warm oven]

(NOTE: I usually add raisins to already cooked cereal because
I like the texture. They turn out differently if they are
added in the cooking stage. They plump up and are really soft,
which is nice sometimes. I guess other types of dried fruit
might work too.)

You can reheat this in the morning or eat it at room temp.
Suggested toppings included any of the following:

milk-type stuff
molasses
fruit
sesame salt
maple syrup



One variation the cookbook suggests is toasting and then
grinding the grains in a hand grinder before cooking.
Apparently, this makes the grains more nutty tasting.

I'll tell you how mine comes out!

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Amaranth Banana Pancakes (VEGAN)

1 c amaranth flour
1 T Ener-G egg replacer
1/2 t guar gum (might be unnecessary if Ener-G egg replacer is used)
1/4 c water
more water :-)
1 or 2 bananas

Mix dough. Prepare non-stick skillet. Pour pancakes onto hot skillet.
Begin to cook. Add banana slices so that they still sink in partly
but still show their faces through on the top. Turn pancakes when
ready, so banana slices will come in contact with the skillet. When
done, serve with banana slices facing up. Bananas will be warm and
sweeten the pancakes. These types of pancakes are fun for children.
And the little kid in each of us.
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RECIPE: Garlic Chicken

CATEGORY: Poultry

COUNTRY: USA

SERVES: 6-8

INGREDIENT: 2 chicken, 1 tbsp salt, 2 tbsp black pepper ground, 2 sticks butter,
2 whole heads garlic, peeled and chopped, 1/2 cup parsley, 1 cup white wine.

DIRECTION: cut the chicken in pieces as for frying, rub the pieces with salt and
pepper, heat the butter in havey skillet and sauté the chicken. when the pieces
are nearly cooked, add garlic, parsley, last the wine. cover pan and simmer
slowly for 15 min. adjust seasoning, serve.


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Turkey Tetrazzini


BUTTERBALL Turkey Leftovers 2 cups 500 ml
Fettuccine 3/4 lb 340 g
Butter 1 tbsp 15 ml
Celery, diced ( 1/2“ / 1cm) 1 1/2 cups 375 ml
Green pepper, diced 1 cup 250 ml
Medium onion, finely chopped 1 1
Mushrooms, sliced 3 cups 750 ml
Flour 1/4 cup 50 ml
Milk 2 cups 500 ml
Mozzarella cheese, grated 1/2 cup 125 ml
Marjoram pepper, to taste 1/2 tsp 2 mlv
Parmesan cheese, grated 1/2 cup 125 ml

Dice celery and green pepper into 1/2 inch (1cm) pieces and cut BUTTERBALL
turkey leftovers into small cubes.
Cook noodles according to package directions. Place them in a greased baking
dish.
In a non-stick skillet, melt butter and cook the vegetables until tender. Add
flour and milk and cook stirring constantly until the sauce thickens. Add
mozzarella cheese, seasonings and turkey cubes. Cook at low heat, stirring until
cheese has melted.
Pour this sauce over the noodles. Mix well. Sprinkle parmesan cheese.
Bake in oven at 350ºF (180ºC), 10-12 minutes.
Yield: 4 servings


I am totally going to cook me some Turkey Tetrazzini, just because it was in a junk email!

A gift from E B G

I awaken early to the sound of rain hitting the roof. I get up anyway, hoping that the weather will clear by the time I leave. I don't mind a little drizzle or light rain while on the ride, but I'm not anxious to leave the warm, dry cocoon of indoors when it's raining outside with little hope for clearing. At 7:00a, I head over to the Cultural Center, which is the official start of the club ride. Of course no one is there. I guess all the Western Weenies are tucked in bed. The sun has come out. I think it'll be a great day. (In fact I didn't get rained on all day.) The plan is to ride over to Union City BART, take BART to San Francisco, and then ride over to the San Francisco Bay Model Museum and meet Mark Chandler (chand...@wc.novell.com) at 10:30a for a ride up Mt. Tamalpias via the Old Railroad Grade. The trip to Sausilito should take about 3 hours more or less. I have allowed an extra half-hour in my time estimates in case we (I) miss a train and/or get a flat. With that in mind, I return home to get my long gloves in case I get caught in a cold rain. By the time I finally set off for good, it is 7:32a. Since I've used up my time margin, I take the quick and sometimes ugly way down University Ave. out to Bayfront Expressway. The ride over the Dumbarton Bridge and up Paseo Padre and Decoto to the Union City BART passes quickly and without incident. A few minutes after I arrive on the platform, a train arrives. While on BART, I see a very large raincloud heading down the peninsula. The wind is blowing stiffly from the west-northwest, so I don't think it'll get me. After exiting at the Embarcadero Station, I race a cable car up California Street to Taylor at the top of Nob Hill. Since it's still early, traffic is light. The tourists all look at me as if I'm nuts riding my bike here. I turn right and head down and then steeply up and steeply down again to Filbert Street. On Taylor a taxi-cab with a woman passenger passes. The woman turns and stares as I struggle up the steep hill. She looks like her head is sewn on backward as she stares until the taxi crests at the next block and disappears down the other side. I turn left on Filbert and climb to Leavenworth, but the very steep next block to the top of Russian Hill is one-way in the other direction. After snapping a picture of the "wall", I take a look around for police cars and other traffic and begin the ride up. There is only one lane going down, and cars are parked perpendicular on the other side, leaving plenty of space for a bicycle or the woman doing her morning exercises walking up and down the block. A photographer is poised at the top taking a picture down the hill. I get maybe 10 feet up the hill and my front wheel lifts off the ground. I try standing and throwing my weight as far forward as I can, but it's no use. After a brief struggle, the bike bucks me off the rear. I have to walk; the hill is too steep for me to ride. I suppose it doesn't help that my bike is very rear-heavy. This helps somewhat on steep downhills, but is a pain on uphills. It's nearly impossible for me to ride up grades steeper than about 20%.

Another cycling story? Hmm!

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Deal completed, PR released

St. Helens gets my award for the best rest stop. There was a huge amount of food, attractively presented and continuously replenished, cut into convenient sized bits. They had tents set up over the food. And best of all, they had sun. There were clouds, but the sun was warm enough that I took off my tights and leg warmers, took off my soaked shoes and socks and laid them on sunny concrete. The sky around the sun was a deep blue contrasting with the white and grey of the clouds. We must have sat there for 45 minutes absorbing the warmth and the food before heading out for the last 30 miles. Now I was really ready to hammer, I was warm, my feet were dry, I was well fed, and the end was in sight. One final stop to replenish the gatorade supply and we were rolling towards the promised land, Portland State University. We were rolling fast. "We've ridden 90 miles, and we're doing 23 mph, uphill, against a headwind. What's wrong?" Nothing as it turns out. I was just feeling frisky. We had a brief sprinkle as we flanked a rain shower. I picked up the pace to get out of it faster. We were still passing people (left, left, on your left) but we gained a couple of hangers on. I was past the point of caring, since I had basically pulled for the last 50 miles, Matt's uphill speed being the limiting factor. The Wind actually turned into a tailwind for a little while, so I picked up the pace even farther. I've determined that I have much more fun when I'm going fast, and that big ring touring is definitely the way to go. doing stoplight sprints with a guy on a trek 9500 for the last mile or two in to the finish. Matt and I were passing people like they were standing still. I don't know why I had that much energy, I just did. I did smell a finish though. There was a lane, there were people cheering, a finish line. Time to SPRINT. That is what racing teaches you. Finish lines are where you put in the effort. I was somewhat disappointed when they kept saying Slow Down for the finish. That was about the one time that I've had a crowd cheering at a finish. Usually they are just interest in the first finishers. Bike check area in Portland. We could leave our bikes and not have to be continually worried about them. In fact, I think Bike Check/ Bike Valet parking should be part of more events, cycling and non cycling. Hot showers in Portland. Lots of hot water with enough pressure to massage aching muscles. I hate to say it, but the water was almost too hot... The three people who pulled through in the pacelines. It was very nice of you. I am impressed at the efficiency of the return trip. Loading bikes in to a moving van and people into a bus for the trip back worked very well. We had something of an exuberant group in the bus. Due to a 16 mile backup on I-5, we went back along the STP route for the bus trip. Lou "the man", our driver was cheered very well for this intrepid routing decision. Plus, it let us watch for people still on the bike. The farthest one out was 40 miles to go at 8pm. I don't know if he made it. I certainly hope those we passed were the one day riders, since they were out rather late. Lou also mentioned something about seat cushions being flotation devices in the unlikely event of a water landing. We passed another bus with cries of "Show them what you can do", and "On your right". the inhabitants of that bus didn't look like they were enjoying their ride as much as we were. And now for the Best and Worst, Cheers and Jeers.

Last time a murder timeline, this time a bike race. And off a website, too! Go read!

By the way, I was thrown by the bit about taking tights off, but this was actually written by a bloke called Eric.

Re:

hey man,

get-well-here.


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Monday Newsletter - things got crazy on Friday!

This was another of those stock radar things I've been getting. Not that I play the markets, mind, but apparently, pennies can add up. That's what it said in the email, at least.

Hard to work it into the known timeline. Friday 8pm departure from the Coloma area is too late to be attending concerts in Sebastopol. At 1pm on Sat, they're at Fisherman's Wharf. I suppose they could have gone Sat. afternoon. We don't have a time for the Guerneville gas station stop, nor any times for the Jenner sightings. But they did buy a bottle of wine at Seagull Gifts, and I don't imagine that place is open too late. I'd figure 5-6pm is closing time, but maybe they stay open later. Yet even if they stayed open to 7pm, that only leaves them 6hrs to leave the Wharf, stop by Fort Mason, take pics, get to Sebastopol, go to the concert, and drive to Jenner. Hmm. Could be. They had to have been doing something that afternoon, and the sightings at Jenner seem to be limited, as if they didn't go very many places or spend much time in the town itself. I wish we knew whether the Jenner Inn sighting was for real. That's the place they went to, booked a room, but then later cancelled. No date/time has ever been given for that, unlike the Mon. visit to River's End, which is a misidentification. The missing persons was not called in until Mon afternoon. Calls to the family were not made until Mon morning. Maybe they *did* call on Sunday saying they were running late but would still be there by late Sunday? If that's the case, maybe that's why LE is estimating Sun/Mon as the time of death? Nobody appears to have become particularly alarmed until Monday. Or at least not alarmed enough to start checking the obvious places: CHP, hospitals, etc.

Well that's a wee bit alarming. Someone talking about a murder in my email? What's going on in the world?!

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An enormous gap, and then...


Manfred Pranger, Triumphator der jüngsten beiden Weltcup-Slaloms in Kitzbühel
und Schladming, ist nach mehr als zweiwöchiger Rennpause bestens erholt und voll
gepumpt mit Selbstvertrauen am Montag in Bormio eingetroffen. Zum
WM-Topfavoriten lässt sich der Tiroler trotz seines Doppelschlages aber nicht
abstempeln: "Die WM hat ihr eigenes Gesetz. Für mich sind die Läufer, die hier
in Bormio schon etwas erreicht haben, die großen Favoriten. Die können locker
drauflos fahren."

Die Pause hat dem Gschnitzer sehr gut getan. "Ich war sehr müde, da ich mich aus
einem großen Tief heraus gearbeitet hatte. Das hat Substanz gekostet. Die Pause
war toll. Ich hatte Zeit, um in meiner Wohnung zu sitzen und mir die beiden
Pokale anzuschauen - einfach toll." Mit scheinbar plötzlich gewonnener
Nervenstärke und Lockerheit hatte Pranger seine ersten Weltcup-Erfolge gefeiert,
genau so will er auch bei der WM an die Sache rangehen. "Ich bin sicher, dass
ich nicht wieder rückfällig werde. Ich bin froh, dass ich da bin und will nur
locker fahren."


Which roughly translates to...


Manfred pillory, Triumphator of the youngest two Worldcup-slaloms in Kitzbuehel and Schladming, is in the best way recovered and fully pumped with self-assurance on Monday in boron millions arrived after more than two-week running break. To the WM Topfavoriten the Tiroler cannot be stamped despite its double impact however: "the WM has its own law. For me the runners, which already reached something here in boron millions, are the large favorites. Those can drive loosely straight on."

The break did to the Gschnitzer very well. "I was very tired, since I had worked myself from a large low. That cost substance. The break was mad. I had time, in order to sit and me the two cups look at in my dwelling - simply madly." With apparently suddenly won nerve strength and lockerheit pillory had celebrated its first Worldcup-erfolge, exactly the same wants it also with the WM to the thing struggle marriages. "I am sure that I do not become again backdue. I am glad the fact that I am there and wants to drive only loosely."


Even in English, I don't really get it. If you know a little German, you might even fancy reading the real thing! Or maybe not. I don't know.