Black-Market Milk

Russ and I have already had to deal with the depressing knowledge that when the Farmer's Market season ends, we'll have to go back to buying our dairy products from the grocery store. We were looking forward to just two more weeks of real, raw, farm fresh milk and butter though. Seriously, if you haven't had raw (meaning unpasteurized) milk before, it's like sex without a condom... there's just so much more enjoyable about it. There's none of that gummy milky after-taste at the back of your throat. The flavor seems both fuller and more delicate. We liked it so much we were discussing the possibility of doing regular pickups somewhere nearby after the market ended, so we could keep the milk-love going.

Trust The Man™ to spoil the fun, though. Russ and I showed up at the Archwood Green barns yesterday, rubbing our hands in anticipation of our next batch of fresh milk and butter, only to find our milk vendor had only a supply of baked goods, some canned vegetables, and this article from the Washington Post sitting out on a shelf, to explain why there would be no more raw milk or butter forthcoming.

I already knew half the stuff I was buying at the farmer's market existed in a legal gray area at best. I figured it was somewhat like illegal fireworks though... as long as no one was complaining, the cops would leave you alone. I should have known that the state that tried to starve out the homeless by outlawing private food donations and thought the hopsicle was a danger worthy of regulation wouldn't be able to resist sticking their nose in the farmer's market business though. The Post devotes most of the article's space to a Charlottesville farm that we hadn't dealt with before, but Mark Nolt was responsible for the fantastic milk we were drinking, and Satyrfield farms are regular vendors at Archwood Green barns.

Russ and I have endured food-poisoning from the 'inspected' kitchens in Warrenton's restaurants enough times that we're leery of eating out in general. We've never had so much as an upset tummy from something we've picked up at the farmer's market. We know from experience that inspection and certification means very little in terms of actually making you safe. We'll continue doing what we can - even if it means clandestine sales to avoid the feds - to continue supporting local growers and producers. That white gold - and knowing my food money is going to my neighbor, not Venezuela - is worth it to me.

Winning the Layoff Lottery

Well Smithers and Burns got their way, and the bloodbath has started.

These days are always the hardest for me. The constant "are you okay?" pings. The constant emails from folks saying "Well, nice working with you." Showing up for meetings only to find out that the majority of the folks running the show are gone. Chaos! Tension! Tears! Wondering why the hell they're keeping on one jackass that never did much of his own work anyway, but letting go the actual productive members of their team. I'm so glad I work remote, so don't have to be in the office for this round.

In this case though, it's at least partly tears of joy. Russ got the word this morning that he was being let go. With the severance package, it evens out like this: instead of Russ quitting in March, just after we get our bonuses as we'd planned, Russ gets paid pretty much through March, is still eligible for bonus, and gets to take the next four months off while we get house ready for market. Win!

So don't be sad for us. We're not. The only way this could have been better is if Smithers and Burns weren't such cheap pricks, and instead had done what AOL did a few years ago, and based severance partly on years of service. Then we'd be cracking open the champagne. Four months ain't bad though. ;)

You Save NOTHING!

I was shopping on Amazon today, reading customer reviews on various Capresso products, and one of the reviewers said:

"I just checked the Capresso website and they list the 560 at $90, the 565 at $140. Amazon has inflated their MSRP's to the point that I will now research every item I purchase from them."

So I checked it myself.

Amazon says the Capresso Infinity Burr Grinder has a list price of $120.00, and their price is $89.99, so "You Save: $30.01 (25%)".

Capresso says the same grinder costs $89.99.

You save nothing.

Amazon says the Bodum Chambord 8-Cup French Press has a list price of $37.50, and their price is $29.99, so "You Save: $7.51 (20%)".

BodumUSA says the same french press costs $29.95.

You save less than nothing.

To be fair, Amazon actually was discounting Dyson. And Bissell wasn't offering prices on their web-site. But for Vornado, of the 4 items Amazon was selling, one was priced the same, one was priced rather higher, and two of the products were not only marked higher on Amazon's "list price" but one, has a list price of $80 with a savings of 1 cent and is actually $10 cheaper direct from Vornado.

Lesson: for larger items, especially if you don't have an incentive like Amazon Prime to shop Amazon anyway, shop around! And don't be fooled by "You save!" because sometimes, you don't.

Book Report: The Book of Joby

Fantastic! That's the first word that springs to mind when I try to describe this debut masterpiece by Mark J. Ferrari. I ordered it at the urging of Patricia Briggs and because the premise sounded promising, and it was one of those books that made me spring out of bed first thing in the morning so I could get my reading time in before the day started.

It's that "same stupid bet" between God and Satan. Let's take some poor human, and Satan can take his best shot at him - ruin his life, his health and his hope, and see if he renounces God. This time, the stakes are higher: should the candidate fail and Satan win, the Creator will destroy all creation and start over, this time heeding Satan's instructions, especially as regards to that pesky "free will." In addition to the higher takes, their candidate is an especially heart-breaking target: a nine year old boy named Joby. Satan has until Joby's thirtieth birthday to do his worst - short of ending his life - to Joby.

Joby at nine years old shines with an inner brilliance that puts anyone he comes into contact with in awe. He's a natural leader, with courage, intelligence, creativity, and an incredible heart. And then the wager begins, and all the minions of hell set about doing everything they can to destroy his spirit, condemning him to a life filled with small tragedies and mediocrity. Everything that gives Joby hope or purpose is snatched from under his nose just when it has a chance to fulfill a dream. Every time he has a chance to do something good, his efforts turn into a disaster. Ferrari gives you just enough time to fall in love with Joby, and then sets the minions of hell to work.

The Book of Joby combines angels, demons, Arthurian myths, fairies, reincarnation and left me wishing desperately that there really is a place called Taubolt. Some folks might be a bit put off by the ending, since it's a touch sneaky, but you are forewarned in the opening chapters to be very careful of your interpretation of God's Word. Ferrari does a wonderful job of keeping the reader hopeful through a story filled with tragedy, and I really enjoyed the dialog between characters and the multiple points of perspective used in telling the tale.

Well That Was Easier Than I Expected

We finally got the last of the mechanical malfunctions I was whining about taken care of. Russ fixed Livvy's computer and sent her home with a surge protector and a ram upgrade,was able to recover all of our pictures/mp3s and place them on a bigger, better drive, and our TV was completely repaired on Tuesday. As soon as he got the time, it was like knocking over dominoes. Having an electronically/mechanically inclined husband is a real bonus.

I just have to comment about the TV repair. I've heard so many horror stories about people taking their big flat-screens in to be serviced, and waiting months to get their television back, that our experience was just really nice in comparison. Russ had done some research, so he already had a pretty good idea of what was wrong with it, and had priced replacement parts. Panasonic was prompt and friendly, and the authorized service shop they had contact us - G&E TV Service - was very nice, and quickly picked up our TV and took it in for diagnosis and repair.

Friday evening, a little over a week later, the manager calls me up to let me know the repair is complete, and he wanted to schedule time on Tuesday to return the TV to us. I say "Great!" while privately thinking "Dammit, another NFL weekend on the little TV!" He launches into a frustrated speech about how wrong it is that the parts are so expensive, and apologizes for the high cost of the repair - the total of which is lower than the techs had estimated, and lower than Russ and my private estimation. I tell him it's okay, that Russ and I had been prepared for as much, and we were happy to hear our TV was done. The manager pauses, probably because he'd called prepared to defend himself from an explosion of bitching about the high cost of an out-of-warranty repair, and then says "Actually, if you're around tomorrow morning, I can have your TV delivered between 12 and 2pm." Awesome!

Sure enough, the tech was back with our TV the next day by 1pm. The faulty part is replaced, the firmware is up to date, and we had our big TV back in plenty of time to watch the Ravens' embarrassing loss to the Browns. But a rant on the Ravens' D isn't positive, and I meant for this to be a positive post.

It's so nice to have everything working again.