Season 12 of “Doctor Who (2005)” is a textbook example of why a show should not run long enough for 8-year old fanboys to grow up, become show-runners, and produce their own fan-fic scripts.
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My cat is watching
February 2020
Birds are feasting in the tree
Plum blossoms falling
Watching Venus and Jupiter swap places over the last few weeks.
Who wore it better?
SpaceX’s new Raptor engine runs on methane, a molecule with four hydrogen atoms and… what is the fifth element?
OK, some background here: I am trying to master the “wrap and pull” technique, where you roll out a tube of dough and then loop it around your hand and pull back, rolling the loop inside out and joining the ends. It’s tricky, it takes practice, and I have 8 chances to practice per batch. Until recently, I was just forming a flattened ball and poking a hole and shaping that way, but the dough responds very differently in the oven and you end up mostly with buns with belly buttons.
Tried something different this batch: Instead of letting the dough prove for a couple hours, then beat down, shape, boil, and bake; I tried proving the dough for 30 minutes, then beat down and shape, then let the shaped bagels prove for a couple of hours in the refrigerator.
I used the wrap-around pull-through shaping technique… the bagels came out of the fridge looking very nice. Then I boiled and baked as per usual, flipping the bagels in the oven, at the 6 minute mark. 19 minutes at 400° in total.
They were good, but I don’t think the flipping half-way through the bake is really worth it. I may have reached peak bagel at this point.
So we have this 11th century hymn, “Ut Queant Laxis”, in which the following seven syllables fall on the rising scale from the tonic, i.e.:
Ut Re Mi Fa Sol La Si = CDEFGAB
The lines in a stave indicate the notes. If C is “Ut”, then the second line from the bottom in the stave is G, or “Sol”, so let’s write a “G.s” on that line.
Over time, “G.s” = 𝄞
We’re not sure if he actually was a true Bengal because he didn’t really act like one, but he had a beautiful striped coat and looked suitable exotic. He lived across the street, mostly outside.
For some reason, he and Zach had a special bond and would wait for each other to come out and play. We’d often see them on the driveway, communing.
Alas, the Bengal was hit by a car today on our normally quiet street. Very sad.
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