The dough rose, was knocked down, rose again, and was baked. It was crusty. It tasted of sour dough. It was good. God, how I love practical biotechnology!

One strange thing; the dough seems to have become much more liquid as it proved. I'm guessing that this could be because I covered the bowl, lo...

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There’s been an odd smell in the fridge ever since I got back from hols a week or so ago. Actually, come to think of it, I think the pong was there more than a month ago, before I left. Last night I threw out some five-week old yoghurt, but this morning things weren’t much better. Then I remembered...

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Hah. One quick boast about longevity and I fall silent for more than a month. I've been away, on holiday, and under lots of work pressure. No excuses, but …

Much has happened; the question is how to relate it. One big post is daunting. Lots of little ones too difficult. And that's a story in itsel...

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My gosh. This blog has been going for more than a year, nearly. So I need to think. Do I keep all the postings from five quarters ago on view? Or redesign so that the past year is on view, but previous posts are not? Or go by calendar years? (No, that's a bad idea.) Tricky, or what?

I know I whine about content. And my reader complains both that some posts are boring and that I don't post often enough. It's because I really don't think the world needs to know about the petty trials and even smaller triumphs of my work life. And how much can one write about lazing at the dog beach by the lake? "There were some fights. And some humping. Dogs and people dozed in the sun." C'mon.

When I haven't posted anything for a while I feel like the great Fimoculous, who had to give up his blog to work on NBC's Olympic web site ¹. "I miss my blog more than you do," he said he was thinking of having printed on a T-shirt.

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