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“food is music to the body, music is food to the heart.” Gregory D.Roberts
there are Spotify playlists for the exact cook times of different pastas
In an effort to ensure a perfect al dente texture every time, Barilla pasta offers nine Spotify playlists tailored to the precise cook times of popular pasta varieties. Curated as a more entertaining alternative to your everyday kitchen timer, the compilations debuted in 2021, blending both English and Italian music.
There are two playlists apiece for four different pasta varieties: spaghetti, fusilli, linguine, and penne. Each playlist ranges from nine to 11 minutes, based on recommended cooking time. The most popular (based on total followers) is “Mixtape Spaghetti,” which is 9 minutes, 3 seconds in length and includes hip-hop tunes from Jay-Z and Italian rapper Ernia.
At 19 minutes, 12 seconds, the longest playlist of the bunch is the only one dedicated to an entire recipe: “Absolute Carbonara.” This film-themed mix incorporates beloved tracks from Grease, Mamma Mia!, and Guardians of the Galaxy, and is tailored to the exact amount of time you’ll need to prepare a bowl of spaghetti carbonara from start to finish.
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The famous Italian violinist Niccolo Paganini was a great epicurean and pasta lover.
Most of all he preferred ravioli.
His dream, as he put it, was
“to live in the countryside, play duets and quartets and eat delicious ravioli”.
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Source credits: Bennett Kleinman, Food and Drink, Barilla
generations.
for those who came out
in support of our march
big, little,
and in between
the spirit is strong
across the generations
passed on from one to the other.
—
‘the future belongs to those who give the next generation reason for hope.’
*pierre teilhard de chardin
*Pierre was a French Jesuit, Catholic priest, scientist, palaeontologist, theologian, and teacher. He was Darwinian, progressive in outlook and the author of several influential theological and philosophical books
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Ann Arbor, MI, USA, July 2025
on father’s day.
stand up.
secure or insecure?
as I was pulling through a parking lot
a paper shredding service truck
was parked in front of a school
not an unusual sight at the end of a year.
what was unusual
was when the two young men
who were the mobile ‘shredders’
suddenly began frantically chasing
huge swaths of paper
all over the parking lot
the wind had picked up
just as they were carrying out
these giant piles of paper
to feed into their shredder
in an instant
they were running around
grabbing and gathering up
all the paper
caught up in the swirl
I was driving
not able to catch an action photo
but wow, were they moving fast
like on those old game shows
where you just had a short time
to grab as much cash as you could.
soon they were back by the truck
with armloads
but I thought about
how ironic it was
they had one job
they came to shred papers
for security reasons
but had almost lost many of them
to a blustery wind
with the potential of them
heading to parts unknown
all around the city
good thing they were young and athletic
soon walking back to their truck
with armloads of paper.
getting back to the work of shredding
security restored
perhaps that’s one of the job requirements
for just this very situation
the people doing the job must be secure
or at least respond in a very secure way.
—
“when you work with someone who is not insecure, that makes you confident. “
-shweta tripathi”
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Here is their company motto on their website:
“***** Document Destruction is a professional shredding service based in ### MI, specializing in secure and confidential document disposal. With a focus on protecting sensitive information, **** Document Destruction offers reliable and efficient shredding solutions for businesses and individuals.”
ode to pretzel rod, the gentle mighty warrior, on his final odyssey.
below is a repost, originally posted in 2016, when my grandchildren’s beloved pet, pretzel rod, embarked on a crazy near death odyssey, and lived to tell the tale. now here is an update.
June 2025 – sadly, pretzel rod has embarked on his final odyssey to the great leopard gecko land in the universe. he will be buried in the Pretzel Rod Memorial Apple Orchard in their yard marked by his tiny house, but will be remembered forever as a peaceful warrior who survived against all odds and was a friendly and mellow dude. Happy Trails, Pretzel Rod!!
—
December 2016
pretzel rod, the albino leopard gecko (pre-odyssey).
last weekend
i stayed with the grandies
while their mom and dad were out of town
and
for some reason
during the last hour i was there
the two friendly house cats
decided to make a snack out of p-rod.
i had no idea this happened until i got home and got the call:
“the cats somehow got the screen off of the top of his terrarium and ate the gecko!”
imagine how badly i felt
that the murder had happened on my watch.
grandie f had just gotten this young gecko
for his birthday 6 weeks ago and was very sad.
he had replaced pretzel,
the tiny, twisty snake who was let go in the backyard.
the next day i picked him up at school and we planned
to make a memorial stone for pretzel rod to put in the garden.
we talked for a while about love and loss and pets and nature.
imagine my surprise when i got a call late that night that he had been found!
he must have crawled into the boys’ dirty laundry
which was on their bedroom floor
to escape the cats
hid out for 24 hours
then was scooped up
unknowingly
put in the washing machine
with the laundry
where he was washed, rinsed and spun.
what?!
he had survived
a feline attack
a day in smelly boy pants
fear
starvation
and
waterboarding?
he was washed, spun and rinsed
but there he was
sitting on the bottom of the washer
and after all of this, he was alive!
f yelled out over the phone:
“and he’s getting stronger by the minute!”
mom and dad said he looked rough and didn’t know if he’d make it
but he was indeed alive.
my task the next day was to get him some special treats
wax worms
(the big macs of the lizard world)
from the pet store to see if he would eat.
sure enough, he had some dinner
the first he’d eaten in a few days.
hopefully he’s on the mend
and we won’t have to go through a ‘second death’.
he looks a little lighter in color,
has some bite marks from the cats,
and doesn’t move as much
but he is alive and that is amazing.
—
“it is not the strongest or the most intelligent who will survive
but those who can best manage change.”
― leon c. megginson
perfectly imperfect? or no end to the distress? (with two s’s)
this picture of a hotel’s name
was posted on social media recently
with the poster saying
he has driven by it daily
every day
for eight years
and it always makes him kind of crazy
how the two s’s are so close together.
many people responded by agreeing
or mentioning other letters
that bother them in this layout
their size, placement, spacing, angle of the letters, etc.
the conversation got quite funny
some even wondering
about how the person/people
who put the display up
must have felt about it
did they only put up one S by accident
and someone noticed and had to tell them
to add one more?
were they trying to stylize it?
is that how the owner wanted it?
did they not know how to spell renaissance?
someone had to have ordered the letters.
is it something that should really bother people?
I have to admit that I did
notice everything that was mentioned
once it was all brought up.
how do all of you feel about it?
would it bother you
if you saw it
every day
for eight years?
maybe they just should sell the hotel
rename it, and start over
so everyone can be at peace once more?
—
“perfection is not something the world has to offer.”
― T.M Cicinski, The Mind Is Its Own Place
where will he go next?
Where will he go next, this phantom from another time, this resurrected ghost of a previous nightmare – Chicago? Los Angeles? Miami, Florida? Vincennes? Indiana? Syracuse? New York? Any place, every place where there’s hate, where there’s prejudice, where there’s bigotry – he’s alive. He’s alive so long as these evils exist. Remember that when he comes to your town. Remember it when you hear his voice speaking out through others. Remember it when you hear a name called, a minority attacked, any blind, unreasoning assault on a people or any human being. He’s alive because through these things we keep him alive. – Rod Serling
*He’s Alive” from The Twilight Zone, 1963, the closing narrative from one of his most bone chilling episodes ever written, about history repeating itself, a shadow from the past returns and hovers, and those who will follow at the cost of others
these hands were made for talkin’….
any of these could be me when I’m talking
some of you may remember that i recently almost got accidentally signed up as a volunteer for something. this was due to the fact that when I was talking to my friend and using my hands, as I always do. someone mistook my hand gestures for me having raised my hand, just when they were asking for volunteers. luckily, I was able to clear up the mistake in time.
recently I had another ‘hands incident’ when I met my friend for coffee who I hadn’t seen in a while, but who has me known for a few years. in the middle of our conversation, she suddenly asked, ‘are you using sign language? I haven’t taken that class, and if you are, I won’t understand what you’re trying to tell me.’ (keep in mind that I had been speaking the whole time and was not using sign language, I don’t even know sign language.). I assured her that I was not and reminded her that I had been speaking.
thinking about this later, it made me laugh, but I wondered what was going on?
am I somehow using my hands more than I used to when talking?
am I more dramatic with my gestures?
should I become a mime?
are my hands getting louder?
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‘even the smallest gesture can make a huge difference.’
-billy butler









