Lies, Damn Lies, and Statistics
First off, a brief moment of silence for the retirement of Delia Smith from teaching us all to cook. She is "recipied out" or so she says. But then again, maybe not. According to today's BBC update, she may be rethinking it all. I may yet be delivered from my own recipies. Americans don't know Delia so well, but a few generations now have been clinging on every word about her "capers in the pantry."

Having been provided with the statistics as to how many people a day read this website (not that many, really, but word seems to be spreading), and how they get here, it is interesting to note that if you search on "cotimundi" on Google, up I pop right at the top. For all of you cotimundi searchers, the story about myself and the cotimundi at Fos de Iguacu is down pretty far if you're scrolling, and dated this time last year.

Everyone's trying to impress each other with statistics at the moment. We're not just cold, the weather forecasters tell us. It is so cold that you'll get frostbite before you even step outside. The wind makes it even colder. This is the longest coldest cold snap Boston has had since 1880. I'm not sure who they're trying to impress - with everyone staying inside, there is little interaction for people to tell each other how cold they are. Maybe the weather forecasters are just bored. It has just been cold. No rain, no snow, just cold, which really isn't that exciting to predict or talk about. "How cold is it today, Morty?" "Well, it's cold enough to freeze an ice cube, Hal." I mean, really, what do you say? Cold is as cold does. Or maybe the forecasters are just ticked off that they had to go out in the cold to come to work.

Not that I'm really working today. When the temp agency tells you to bring a book, you know it is going to be quiet. And indeed it is. But it is finally time for lunch, so off I go!
Love,
Anne