As I mentioned earlier, we had many, many peaches to deal with. We froze a bunch, gave away many, and made salsa and preserves with the rest. They came out great.
I believe the precise unit term for the quantity of peaches our backyard tree produced this year is the “metric fuckton.” (there were several hundred)
With everyone locked inside, the local wildlife has the run of the neighborhood.
This guy planted himself next to the dwarf maple in the middle of our front yard and dared me to do something about it.
Just slightly less than 6 years since hitting 100000 tracks scrobbled, I’ve reached the quarter-million song mark.
My scrobbling rate has clearly accelerated, since it took me almost 11 years to hit 100000. I attribute this to 3 things:
My 250000th scrobble was “Skepticasks”, by Bozart.
A couple of years ago, I posted about my then-new pair of AirPods.
They’ve proven themselves as one of my favorite ever technology purchases. As a result, I was eager to check out the AirPods Pro that Apple brought out in the fall.
After using them for 3 months, I’m happy to say that they were worth the upgrade. The in-ear design, with multiple insert sizes, mean that they stay in my ear much more securely than the first-gen models. The noise cancellation works well, and the transparency mode is really remarkable for the times when I need to hear what’s happening around me without removing them. I daresay the new physical profile (the shorter stalk, poised at a “jaunty” angle in the ear) is an improvement as well.
They’re still not cheap (indeed these are even more expensive), but they’re worth every penny to me.
C’est magnifique, mais ce n’est pas la guerre!
[It is magnificent, but it is not war]
— Pierre Bosquet, witnessing the charge of the Light Brigade