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Business As Usual
Apr. 14th, 2025 08:59 amAt that Jamaican restaurant in Brooklyn, I tasted a fabulous black bean soup and could not stop thinking about it, so yesterday had thoughts about recreating it—
Which I did not do! Ended up making a kind of vegetable soup with a lot of black beans.
Tasty nonetheless. But I guess I don't have a good enough palate for recreating dishes from scratch without a recipe.
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That was my main activity yesterday: Making a ginormous batch of soup.
Otherwise, I Remunerated, went phone-vox with a bunch of folk, and watched endless episodes of The Pitt.
Back in the day, ER was one of my favorite television shows, so I liked The Pitt. It was nice to see Dr. John Carter all grown up and running an ED in the Rust Belt. But can emergency rooms really have changed all that much? Back in the Jurassic when I was an ER nurse, the nurses did most of the work. We'd do what needed to be done, and then we'd tell the interns & residents what orders to write.
And it was really boring a lot of the time! I worked at Highland Hospital in Oakland, at that time a very poor and mostly Black city. Highland Hospital bore the designation, Provider of Last Resort, so we got all the uninsured GSWs, stabbings, & assorted gangbanger mayhem.
But we also got the uninsured mothers of eight trotting their broods in for ringworm checks, and that could get pretty dull.
I did like one of the residents' throwaway observations: Anyone who works in an emergency room probably has undiagnosed ADHD.
Ring of truth!
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I spoke for an hour with Public Policy Eleanor who will not have time to help me with The Project until the end of May—because she's going off for a week to Madrid and thence for another week to walk the Camino de Santiago.
I was green with envy. I want to walk the Camino de Santiago!
I spoke for another hour with Ellen whose head is bent out of shape by the Mean Girl antics of the VoW crowd. Civic involvement in small towns is so-oo weird.
Why do you care? I asked Ellen at one point.
She didn't really have a convincing explanation—except that she does care, so as a Loyal Friend, I said nasty, villainous things about all the VoW ladies and made her laugh. Tomorrow, she & I are going out canvassing local Wallkill businesses—there aren't very many of them!—to drum up sponsorships on behalf of the Duck Derby & village-wide flea market. Which should be a laugh riot.
Today I must finish this segment of the ongoing Remuneration and begin drafting the Project description—I'm thinking a nationwide network of volunteers at the granular county level who guide prospective voters through the process of attaining Enhanced IDs (cheaper than passports.) I need a punchy first sentence, though!
And, of course, I must hit the gym.
Which I did not do! Ended up making a kind of vegetable soup with a lot of black beans.
Tasty nonetheless. But I guess I don't have a good enough palate for recreating dishes from scratch without a recipe.
###
That was my main activity yesterday: Making a ginormous batch of soup.
Otherwise, I Remunerated, went phone-vox with a bunch of folk, and watched endless episodes of The Pitt.
Back in the day, ER was one of my favorite television shows, so I liked The Pitt. It was nice to see Dr. John Carter all grown up and running an ED in the Rust Belt. But can emergency rooms really have changed all that much? Back in the Jurassic when I was an ER nurse, the nurses did most of the work. We'd do what needed to be done, and then we'd tell the interns & residents what orders to write.
And it was really boring a lot of the time! I worked at Highland Hospital in Oakland, at that time a very poor and mostly Black city. Highland Hospital bore the designation, Provider of Last Resort, so we got all the uninsured GSWs, stabbings, & assorted gangbanger mayhem.
But we also got the uninsured mothers of eight trotting their broods in for ringworm checks, and that could get pretty dull.
I did like one of the residents' throwaway observations: Anyone who works in an emergency room probably has undiagnosed ADHD.
Ring of truth!
###
I spoke for an hour with Public Policy Eleanor who will not have time to help me with The Project until the end of May—because she's going off for a week to Madrid and thence for another week to walk the Camino de Santiago.
I was green with envy. I want to walk the Camino de Santiago!
I spoke for another hour with Ellen whose head is bent out of shape by the Mean Girl antics of the VoW crowd. Civic involvement in small towns is so-oo weird.
Why do you care? I asked Ellen at one point.
She didn't really have a convincing explanation—except that she does care, so as a Loyal Friend, I said nasty, villainous things about all the VoW ladies and made her laugh. Tomorrow, she & I are going out canvassing local Wallkill businesses—there aren't very many of them!—to drum up sponsorships on behalf of the Duck Derby & village-wide flea market. Which should be a laugh riot.
Today I must finish this segment of the ongoing Remuneration and begin drafting the Project description—I'm thinking a nationwide network of volunteers at the granular county level who guide prospective voters through the process of attaining Enhanced IDs (cheaper than passports.) I need a punchy first sentence, though!
And, of course, I must hit the gym.
