Spotted at Aldi, from Palmer Candy, Patiotic Enrobed Pretzel Rods: “Crunchy salted pretzel coated with white fudge and patriotic sprinkles.” I texted the kiddos.
Rachel: Enrobed is worse that dipped!
Ben: Sounds like someone asked to ChatGPT for help.
The apples lie close to the trees.
Saturday, June 22, 2024
Enrobed Pretzel Rods?
Today’s Saturday Stumper
Today’s Newsday Saturday Stumper is by Stella Zawistowski. Boy, it is ever. I made quick work of the northeast corner, beginning with 10-A, four letters, “Four-year-old program” and 13-D, four letters, “They have all the answers.” I made much longer work of the rest of the puzzle.
Some clue-and-answer pairs of note:
10-D, eleven letters, “Closely held.” Getting this answer early on helped a lot.
14-A, ten letters, “Filler of notebooks now stored in lead-lined boxes.” A giveaway? I’m not sure.
15-D, five letters, “Sat (for).” The parentheses make it a bit tricky.
21-A, five letters, “Pretty good.” I’d say more than “pretty good.”
21-D, twelve letters, “Where dogs are often led around.” I think I understand this clue.
22-A, eleven letters, “Profitless pursuit.” I am glad that this puzzle wasn’t one.
27-A, five letters, “Postal Service metallic concern.” True, to my surprise.
33-A, nine letters, “What bows show.” Such an unusual word to see in a puzzle.
37-A, nine letters, “Early retirement vehicles.” An out-of-the-way answer, I’d say.
42-A, three letters, “Tadpole-shaped small things.” A wildly inventive clue.
54-A, ten letters, “Effortlessly.” An unusual answer.
57-A, ten letters, “Furniture store adjective.” An unusual way to clue the word.
My favorite in this puzzle: 40-A, eight letters, “Breakup music?”
No spoilers; the answers are in the comments.
Friday, June 21, 2024
$47.47
Three of our household’s last four water bills ran to $47.47. I called the water department out of curiosity to see if we were receiving estimated bills. Nope. “You must be doing the same things every month,” I was told. Well, sort of. But still.
The number is remarkable for two reasons. The year 1947 is our household’s avowed favorite year in movies. And 47 is our family’s Burger King number — the order number we were given on our first visit to downstate Illinois’s one-of-a-kind Burger King. This Burger King — The Burger King — has no relation to the chain. The conflict of names became the stuff of a celebrated court case.
The numbers for Burger King orders were and are given at random. A 47 might be followed by, say, a 3. My guess is that the randomness serves to keep people from gathering at the counter to await their food. (Hey, we’re next.) Our 47 was sung out in a one-note nasal whine that went something like this: “Forrrr-dee-sehhhh-vinn,” give or take a letter or two.
Chekhov noir
For one sentence, the story turns into film noir.
Anton Chekhov, “My Life: The Story of a Provincial,” in “Peasants” and Other Stories, trans. Constance Garnett (New York: New York Review Books, 1999).
Related reading
Chekhov and Larry David : Chekhov and Joyce : No master builder
Thursday, June 20, 2024
NYRB sale
New York Review Books is having a summer sale: buy two books, save 20%; buy three books, save 30%; buy four books, save 40%. I would like to see “buy ten books, save 100%,” but I know they have to draw the line somewhere. The sale ends on Monday the 24th at midnight Eastern — that is, right before Monday becomes Tuesday. Again, they have to draw the line somewhere.
My first NYRB book: Céleste Albaret’s Monsieur Proust. There have been at least a couple of more than three dozen since. (I counted.) The press has greatly expanded my possibilities of reading. Long may it wave.
“How's Your Mom?”
I am always behind on This American Life. From an episode that aired in February: Janelle Taylor addresses the question “How’s Your Mom?” Likely to be helpful to anyone close to a person with dementia.
Turn on your hazard lights (again)
[Now that summer is upon us, I’m repeating advice that I shared in 2011 and again in 2023. Pass it on.]
If you’re driving on a highway and the traffic suddenly slows or stops, and the vehicles behind you are at some distance:
1. Turn on your hazard lights.
2. Leave significant space between you and the vehicle in front of you.
3. Keep checking your rear-view mirror.
4. After someone has come up behind you, turn your hazard lights off.
If someone is coming up behind you and not paying full attention, your hazard lights might catch their eye and prompt them to slow down or stop in time. If not, the free space in front of your vehicle might lessen the severity of a collision.
I called the Illinois State Police to ask what they thought about using hazard lights in this way. A desk sergeant said it was the right thing to do and added the second and third points. I do those things without thinking and wouldn’t have thought to add them. I've added the fourth point for clarity.
Drivers of big rigs appear to make a habit of using their hazard lights in this way. Laypeople, not so much. Thus I’m repeating myself.
[Thanks to the reader who noticed some words missing.]
Gibbous
[Click for a larger view.]
I took this photograph on Tuesday night. It’s no great shakes — I was just struck by the black-and-whiteness of the sky and the waxing gibbous, not quite full, moon.
From Merriam-Webster:
The adjective gibbous has its origins in the Latin noun gibbus, meaning “hump.” It was adopted into Middle English to describe rounded, convex things. While it has been used to describe the rounded body parts of humans and animals (such as the back of a camel) and to describe the shape of certain flowers (such as snapdragons), the term is most often used to describe the moon: a gibbous moon is one that is between half full and full.
Wednesday, June 19, 2024
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