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I've probably posted a recipe along these lines before but in case I haven't, I'd might as well do it again, since I made it tonight, and I've changed the recipe around a bit anyway. Of course when making soups it's more a matter of technique and knowing what to combine and in what order, but some variations are good for seeing what sorts of experiments to try.

Blake Lewis, my favorite American Idol contender this year, appears to be performing (billed as a "farewell concert" for his "band," probably as a final sendoff before Hollywood Week) at The Nectar Lounge on January 28 at 8 PM. $5 cover.

show calendar, Blake's myspace.

I went to karaoke again tonight, and got Spud to come (which is good, because none of the PoEers bothered to show up this week). I sang a lot of songs. I did Creep again, and didn't have any trouble with the bridge this time. I could have done more songs if I wanted to but I couldn't think of anything else I wanted to do.

I also forget all the songs I did, but I know I did at least "Ticket To Ride," "Take On Me" (again), "Undone (The Sweater Song)," "Oops! I Did It Again," and (again) "Creep." I thought I had a sixth but I guess not.

Spud did "Kokomo," "Brother Love's Traveling Salvation Show," "Hotel California," and "Wooly Bully." All of them were in a very Octothorpian manner.

There were a lot of incredible singers this week. Also a lot of terrible ones. It was great.

I needed to know this for a simple app at work and, not being a Win32 programmer, I couldn't find it documented, so to hopefully save someone else a wild goose chase: where url is an ordinary char* string.

I'd consider this article on transsexuality to be refreshingly progressive if it were published today, and yet it came out in January, 1936!

Obviously a lot of the notions and medical understandings of the day have gone obsolete since then, but the attitude of the author is something I actually agree with, and isn't presented in a "ha ha, look at the freaks" manner that even modern articles about transsexuality still exude.

After a conversation about metabolism and weight loss and such with some friends, I've decided to try the small-amounts-of-food-equally-spaced thing to see if it helps. So instead of eating full meals I'm making little snacks throughout the day, and sticking to generally healthy things. Carrots, celery, mini bell peppers, small servings of cereal or macaroni and cheese (I have these awesome little glass ramekins which are just the right size for this purpose), and so on.

So I went out to karaoke with a few other PoE denizens. It was fun. I sang three songs and totally killed my vocal cords trying to imitate Thom Yorke by singing Creep as authentically as possible. It was sweet.

I plan on doing this every week!

Oh, and also! NoCode's friend Bridget is awesome. She works as a sign language interpreter, and her schtick is to sign all the songs (instead of singing them). It is really amazing to watch. Especially Cyndi Lauper's "Bop She Bop" (which is of course filled with long nonsense-onomatopoeia choruses about masturbation, which Bridget made really good sense of, even though she'd never done that song before). It brought new meaning to the term "interpretive dance."