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Bryce, we bought most of a goat (from a local breeder and UPS deliverer) last year and made goat tacos. I think we used the leg meat for it. Regardless, it was delicious. I was just talking about it with my coworker yesterday. You should definitely cosider making goat tacos.

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I have my own wayback machine. It’s called "Cut and Paste Into MS Word." Since just about the beginning, my rockers posts have been saved across (now) three different computers an an external hard-drive. Doesn’t mean I’ve read a single post though.

Total nerdy aside: I met Brewster Kahle, the founder of the Internet Archive and sort of the Wayback Machine, at a conference I was at in December. We were in the same brainstorming team (’action collab’) and he fistbumped me for a comment I made about open data. (Probably one of the most geeked moments of my life.) He also told me that he doesn’t approve of the deal U-M made with Google.

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I love Cotham’s! I used to go there a lot as a kid when I was visiting my family in England.

Thanksgiving update: Cheboygan State Park was totally awesome. The wood stove burned hot, the beach was just a few feet from our cabin and it was green with evergreen trees. We had plenty of food and took lots of walks in the woods and along the beach. It’s pretty awesome living close to the Great Lakes. GDR bought a turkey breast but it didn’t thaw in time for our dinner on Thursday so we ended up having a vegetarian Thanksgiving. I think if he had known that beforehand he would have been slightly appalled at the lack of meat. I thought it was all delish.

Yay for the post!

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Today I saw a friend of mine from grad school. She and her husband were up for a football game and they parked at our house since we live close to the stadium. It was great to see them (her husband’s a dairy farmer; she’s a director of a small Ohio public library). It was really grounding to catch up, remembering that there is life outside of the University of Michigan. After 3 years of living in Ann Arbor I’m starting to feel like I have a friend base, being invited to parties and potlucks again. However, I also realized that now I’m part of a new friend hierarchy, in between the "cool" kids and the not-so-cool kids (or so they think). Do we ever grow out of this? I want to ask my mom this question. This is the drama that I have never enjoyed and it reminds me why I often stay on the fringes of social circles (and maybe why it’s taken me so long to start feeling like I "belong"). It also makes me nostalgic for Arkansas, even though it was the same dynamic. Maybe not quite the same, at least most of my Arkansas friends still know what it’s like to get your toes muddy and get sticky with sweat and grit.

On another note, we’re going to Cheboygan State Park for Thanksgiving. It should be pretty sweet. And cold.

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