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For the CHOW DOWN, please see Disgusto.

Adventures in getting other people to use flickr. Baby steps, but it’s a fact that we need all the maija uploaders we can get. This is one from our Okonomiyaki extravaganza cook-off.

Last night’s POTD (number one million in an infinite series) suggested a theme: “Stuff My Dog Hides Under.” Ok so it’s not quite Stuff on My Cat but we have to work with what we’ve got to work with.

The covers

Amplifiers

Bushes

Koreans

Coffee Tables

Power cords (hay muchos sobre la cabeza aqui)

The water (archival dogshark)

Arial snow attacks

Just when you though it was safe to go back in the non-nalgene bottled water…

Is the semester over? Not quite, no matter how many times I close my eyes, hold my breath and immaturely wish otherwise. The looming threat of having to grade the remaining avalanche of homeworks may yet send me completely off the deep end. Today’s brief walk around Willard Woods in Lexington was helpful in postponing that imminent demise.

In other procrastination news, gratuitous flower shots.

Instead of taking a good POTD yesterday I took this slew of mediocre ones. Overly appropriate audio track stolen without shame from Mediafriend. An improvement (I hope) on An Easter Afternoon.

UPDATE: A few people have mentioned having trouble with blip.tv stuttering for them. If that sounds like you, 529 is also on youtube.

I rather liked my POTD today but think it failed to demonstrate that that dog was, in truth, inserting herself into my frame against my will. As you can see from sub-POTD below, she actually jumped up on a wall here despite the lack of a flat surface to stand on, mountain goat style. As I didn’t have the new camera her sticking her schnozzle in the frame kept screwing up the autofocus on the shot I was trying to compose of Glenville and some clouds moving at a pretty spectacular clip right at dusk. Today was a rainy, windy day, and to make it seem all the spring-ier random guy on the radio this morning promised snow over the weekend.

There’s at least six solid inches out there now, but it’s relatively warm and gorgeous tonight. The kids on the street are leaving the bars drunk and friendly, and the dog was ecstatically mushing to some uncertain destination. I love Allston, particularly more so when a fresh coat of white covers it’s flaws.

And the next morning, she’s inexplicably happy.

From our new guest illustrator…

It’s not really heavy in a deep or think kind of way, more like in that it’s dense and wet and fist-sized clumps of it are smashing down from the trees onto the street every time there’s either a little wind or someone foolish enough to walk underneath. It’s a little like walking around in the middle of a slushball artillery barrage. At this rate the trees will be snow-less again within the hour.

UPDATE: We’re now having simultaneous snow, rain and thunder. Brilliant.

And I, her. Am very glad to be home.

I know I’m running the risk of this blog devolving into yet lower circles of dog-dependency, but it’s Christmas and she’s my family. Merry Christmas everyone.

Dog was hanging out in the front yard yesterday, watching me try to chip ice off the front steps all while dodging falling giant icicles. See other our maija POTDs here.

She’s been sick as a dog (sorry) for almost a week now, but tonight I guess she’s feeling better. This little montage was made (like these others) with Picasa.

The blizzard gave me the afternoon off so Schnozzus Maximus and I hung out and got snowed on some.