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A new record this year: of slightly more than a hundred hamantashn made this evening by my mother and myself, only three unfolded and bubbled out while baking. We ate the evidence anyway. And also some non-evidence. In addition to the traditional flavors of apricot, poppy seed, and prune, this year we tried a raspberry filling, which produces an effect not unpleasantly like a jam donut.
Having just heard Momus' "I Was a Maoist Intellectual" for the first time, I thought maybe I was over-reading the line about the hotel doorman as a shout-out to Murnau's Der letzte Mann (1924), but then I saw that his second most recent album is heavily inspired by Pasolini, so I stopped worrying.
My headache levels were within endurable limits today, which is why I suppose I found out that my credit card information has been hacked.
Having just heard Momus' "I Was a Maoist Intellectual" for the first time, I thought maybe I was over-reading the line about the hotel doorman as a shout-out to Murnau's Der letzte Mann (1924), but then I saw that his second most recent album is heavily inspired by Pasolini, so I stopped worrying.
My headache levels were within endurable limits today, which is why I suppose I found out that my credit card information has been hacked.
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I hope the credit card stuff is easily dealt with, grr.
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Thank you!
I hope the credit card stuff is easily dealt with, grr.
Thanks. Since it's a credit rather than debit card, it should be: the card itself is dead, I am waiting for its replacement, and then I get to review all purchases made since the beginning of the year to determine whether I actually made them. It's not tied to my main bank account or any utilities or services. It's just aggravating, temporarily interferes with a couple of arrangements, and not really what I wanted to have to deal with as soon as I woke up.