The eggs were very difficult to shell, but tasty.

Is more than a little messy. The tomato fell out. The cheese slid dangerously close to the edge. The pickles fell out. The lettuce came out in clumps. But it was good.

I only ate half, thinking it was about 1200 calories, and checking just now, it is 956. That’s more than the new Burger King breakfast sandwich, but I haven’t eaten much all day.

Anansi, his six sons, and the great globe of light.

A forgotten spill, oily tracks all over the floor. Out comes the Swiffer. Now the enduring of the chemical-fresh aroma. It’s not as bad as a dropped mayonnaise jar, then there’s the broken glass mixed with the goo. The worst was the broken thermometer, chasing mercury around in the days before we knew mercury was not to be chased around.

Living in the Bay Area has been like living in a cloud lately, but perhaps not quite as organized as this one.

The 26-day marathon, night-singing tree mice, telepathic email, and many others.

From the Beeb.

Watch out for those pesky head injuries.

Quite a few of her works can be seen at the Roslyn Oxley9 Gallery. The Queensland Art Gallery features a slide show of her beaded sculpture.

The Curious Lives of Human Cadavers, very informative, highly entertaining. Definitely not a book to dine by.