Betrayal

Yesterday I posted about how I was going to make it work with the Breadman. I'm sad to say it didn't work out. B only kneaded the dough part way so there was a floury mess that I had to knead by hand, then proof, punch down and bake. Not very convenient. I discovered though that all the recipes in the Bman book call for less flour than I was using so maybe I was overwhelming the poor Breadman. I can be overwhelming sometimes. So I'm giving him another try. We'll see. In the meantime I have some pretty good cottage cheese pepperoni bread to eat.

Today it's back to teaching, and I'll be surprised if anybody (including me) remembers anything I said last week in class. All colleges should start after Labor Day. Maybe I'll put that into the letter to Barack Obama I'm working on.

In other news, I'm in love with Jens Lekman. I don't care if he's 27 and I'm, well, older than that. His music is funny and charming. He makes me laugh while I'm writing about service-learning and other exciting things.

This weekend I also finished two poems for Thursday's reading. Yes, I will be shamelessly plugging Thursday's reading at the Tramontane Cafe at 7:30 until the reading is over. If you come, I'll buy you a cup of coffee. You can see my new red hair. Will the narcissism ever end?

Well, that's it. Mikey will say this is the most boring post ever, and he'll be right. I guess staying in the house to write on a holiday weekend can take the juice out of one's life. I'm glad the holiday's over; I'm sick of smelling other people's barbecues.

I am picking a more upbeat theme song for the week so that I can regain my positive outlook. I hate to be predictable, but it's another B&S song, Dirty Dream Number Two. It's at least a little more upbeat than last week's song. How about you? Are you going to pick a happy song to keep in your head all week?