Okay, http://courses.ateneo.edu/submit/ should be ready for use. I think. Well, at least the project creation and submission parts work, and that's all that matters at this point anyway. I really, really love darcs dist. I develop and test on my laptop, using darcs to track revisions. When done with a patch, I record it and call an "update-courses" shell script, which simply uses darcs dist to create a handson.tar.gz, uploads this to courses.ateneo.edu, unpacks it, and twiddles a few permission bits to make sure everything works. Very nice work.

I still have to come up with a way to organize feedback. I can do that on my filesystem first by putting some kind of REMARKS file in each directory, then using fancy find recipes to pull all the information together. This will be much, much easier when I get them off e-mail. I want to see some kind of recent-changes list, though...

Two medium potatoes, half a cup of water and a cup of milk resulted in twice as much soup as I needed and was thinner than I remembered potato soup to be, although the second bowl of potato soup was much better as it had time to cool down. On the other hand, one potato just isn't worth boiling for ten to fifteen minutes. Perhaps I should look into freezing some of the soup. Maybe when my ref freezer door gets fixed. Broke the plastic hinges when I pried my freezer compartment open back when it was frosted over like heck (or unlike heck, as the case may be).

Fried slices of schueblig sausage because I didn't dare trust the toaster. Had just scrubbed lots of mold out of it. Eww, eww, eww. Microwave grill function also no good. However, reasoned that Holland Sausages cooks its stuff on a hot surface with some grease, so frying pan with butter can't be too far off. Did job. Nice, flavorful, textured, and heated all the way through. (Last time I had sausage, I bit into a cold part and hurriedly stuck it back into the toaster.)

Definitely want to set up some kind of kitchen coop. Hang out with other lone culinary hackers, countercultural rebels who refuse to eat out or buy into the modern myth of convenience, cooking not because we have to cook for other people but because it's scary-fun wondering if you're going to poison yourself (among other nasty things). Trying to figure out the stuff not written down in cookbooks, like how on earth do you use the strange ceramic steamer/casserole/pressure cooker contraption that's supposed to fit into your microwave. Reading package backs to figure out how to cook rice and other stuff you're embarrassed to admit you don't know yet. Struggling with large portions of food. (Can't they sell individual English muffins? Chicken fillets? Pita pockets?) Wondering how on earth you're supposed to meet the veggie requirements for a balanced diet. Who knows? Maybe even doing some kind of beginners' Iron Chef challenge spread out over a week.

Hah. Most people will probably just tell me to eat instant food or canned stuff. I've stocked up on cans. Pretty handy stuff, but a bit on the boring side. No, wait, this is Ateneo. They'll tell me to eat out. But see, I _know_ instant food and eating out Just Works. I want something to hack. I _like_ walking into a supermarket and trying to think of what to eat. I like following the procedure in a cookbook and getting annoyed at the primitives I haven't acquired yet. I like waking up the next day _still_ _alive._ CookOrDie. w00t.

Incidentally, I did push through with a weird mushroom and cheese omelet the other day. Or tried to. The non-stick pan was too small for a three-egg omelet, so the egg mixture stuck to the sides. I had rather nice mushroom-and-cheese scrambled eggs, although they were a bit salty. (Note to self: if using cheese, skip salt.) Forgot to bring the pasta, though, so had to throw it away.

Skipping breakfast. Too lazy. Or may possibly have two scrambled eggs, if I feel like washing up. Assuming I wake up in time, of course. If at all.

CookOrDie. Making each day a little more meaningful. ;)

She'll come around eventually, I know. We promised, one decade and three kids ago, never to let the sun go down on our wrath. Saved our relationship more than a few times. This time will be no different. We'll make up and laugh it all off. She just needs time to cool down.

I shivered and sank back into my parka. Blasted midnight sun. It's going to be a long wait.

- written in response to 2004.06.15 flashxer prompt "Let not the sun go down on your wrath"