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Last night the wife and I went to Incanto to pick up a box (twelve baskets) of strawberries from our CSA folks. (Twice a month they do "guerrilla vegetable dropoffs" at restaurants who buy their produce.) Last night we decided to eat there as well. Since it was so hot, we took our box inside with us. This produced many glances, since the berries are exceedingly ripe and were wafting their perfume everywhere. We shilled for Mariquita, telling people that they could go buy berries and veg themselves around the corner.

Dinner was very nice, as usual. A side benefit of being a Tasty Salted Piggy Parts customer is that when we walk into the restaurant, I can have the owner recognize me, chat with me by name, and seat us personally.

Philosophical meditations on things that will never be an issue, part XIV

I've always liked the title "Count". Partly because of Dracula, the Count von Count, and Count Blah. But it's got a nice woody word feel.

"Earl" is tinny. I don't like it as much. But "Count" comes from the Norman-French "Comte" and "Earl" from the Anglo-Saxon "Eorl". Theoretically my persona is pre-Conquest Saxon.

But, since I don't fight or consort, I'll never have to make the decision. So why am I mulling it over, he asks rhetorically?

Perhaps because it beats agonizing over last Wednesday's interview. Bah.

I'll be booing AJ.

Talked to a former cow-orker (I'm interviewing at one of his former employers next week, so I picked his brain for contacts and such) and he offered me a couple tickets to tonight's game.

(blink) This will be the first baseball game I've been to this year. Weird.