Three small slices of my great, big life.
Riles emailed me about a folk-pop singer-songwriter. And because I actually trust her taste, I gave the guy a listen. I don't like it when professors (former professors? who are these people to me?) are more hip than I am. In fact, they are one of those few groups I'm supposed to be able to rely upon to always be cooler than. I don't have much in life, professors, don't take this away from me, too.
Is there a greater indignity than having to stop a 15-year-old boy from flirting with you? ("How old are you?" "15." "How old do you think I am?" "19." "I am so much older than that, please stop talking to me." "I don't believe you.") This didn't happen to me, but I overheard on the train. The poor lady was so exasperated. And it was just the type of funny misery I needed to witness this morning.
I continue to marvel at the insane mind of Sister Claire. Walked into a conversation today in which she was discussing the Stepford nature ofthe employees at the SAS Institute (for the non-nerds, SAS is an statistical analysis program): "I bet they all pack the same lunch, eat the same sandwich- tuna with lettuce on rye." Heh. That's as good as 'telling details' get. PuMan and Walty would be so proud.
Riles emailed me about a folk-pop singer-songwriter. And because I actually trust her taste, I gave the guy a listen. I don't like it when professors (former professors? who are these people to me?) are more hip than I am. In fact, they are one of those few groups I'm supposed to be able to rely upon to always be cooler than. I don't have much in life, professors, don't take this away from me, too.
Is there a greater indignity than having to stop a 15-year-old boy from flirting with you? ("How old are you?" "15." "How old do you think I am?" "19." "I am so much older than that, please stop talking to me." "I don't believe you.") This didn't happen to me, but I overheard on the train. The poor lady was so exasperated. And it was just the type of funny misery I needed to witness this morning.
I continue to marvel at the insane mind of Sister Claire. Walked into a conversation today in which she was discussing the Stepford nature ofthe employees at the SAS Institute (for the non-nerds, SAS is an statistical analysis program): "I bet they all pack the same lunch, eat the same sandwich- tuna with lettuce on rye." Heh. That's as good as 'telling details' get. PuMan and Walty would be so proud.
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Actually, our lunch options today in the three SAS cafeterias at our HQ include seven-bean vegetarian soup, Maryland-style seafood soup, pizza, artichoke casserole, gyros and a Southwest turkey wrap. I had sushi on Wednesday. Of course, you could order a tuna with lettuce on rye from the sandwich counter. I'm sure someone will.
Here's the SAS White Chicken Chili recipe. People seem to like it.
3 (16oz) cans great northern white beans
4 cups chopped chicken breast; cooked
1 tablespoon olive oil
2 medium onions; finely chopped
4 minced garlic cloves
2 (4oz) cans chopped mild green chiles
2 teaspoons ground cumin
1½ teaspoon dried oregano
¼ teaspoon cayenne pepper
6 cups chicken broth
3 cups shredded Monterey Jack cheese
1. Heat oil in large pot, add onions, garlic; sauté 3 minutes
2. Add chiles, cumin, oregano, and cayenne; sauté 2 minutes.
3. Add undrained beans and chicken broth; bring to boil.
4. Reduce heat, add chicken and cheese.
5. Season with salt and pepper to taste
6. Serve with sourdough bread for dipping.
Cheers,
Dave Thomas
SAS External Communications
oh snap
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