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clean-dishes montage

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domestic arts in the age of digital distribution.  RIP, vlorblog.  here are some posts mentioning “clean” and “dish”: https://vlorblog.wordpress.com/?s=clean+dish (courtesy of the “search” feature from that blog).

refrigerator review

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fresh bread by madeline; fresh ‘nade by me.
the ketchup bottles are routinely stripped
of their labels (when empty); you can see
a few of the labels over the sink. also
two of the bottles on the refrigerator door.
one of ’em now squirts milk (mostly into
[instant] coffee, but sometimes directly
into the cook’s tasting-apparatus).

here’s the bread file from the inaccessible-to-me
blog next door. while i’m at it, here’s one
for lemonade.

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morning ramble

three potatoes so far this morning… one for me,
grated peels-on directly into the bacongrease, and
two (smallish ones) for madeline, peeled and, more
or less, diced. in a slightly later batch of grease.

the actual bacon went (mostly) into a tossed salad, yet
to be consumed. (some of it was eaten on the spot.)
meanwhile, a load of dishes already put away before
breaking out the camera (i.e., this un-named mac-book
of madeline’s)… and the load shown here, with lots of
glorious glass.

the other two shots show two of the “edges” (if you will)
of our kitchen-to-general-living-area interface. the jars
at the bottom of the busted-up shelves near floor-level are
structural; one can see the tear in the shelf they’re hold-
ing up (just under the big pot). one can also make out one
of my manymany “7-color plane” diagrams in this shot.

also i banged out a few newish licks in double-drop-D tuning.
and watched an ep of mr.~and mrs.~north. here is an old ramble
of mine with a funny guitar-tuning in it. i’m doing a lot more
of that kind of thing these days. for streaming ancient TV,
you’re on your own.