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Alas, the carnival is over. If my Monday of guilt-free reading Tolkien appendices, catching up on e-mail, and baking bread counts as a carnival. Today is a day off work, but must be studious.

I suppose I could work on expanding my conference paper, which will eventually end up as a "sample study" along with my prospectus and, ultimately, be part or all of a dissertation chapter.

What sounds more enticing however is to take one of the less challenging books I need to read over to the local cafe.

I'm listening to a very strange compilation that involves, among others, Jane's Addiction, the Dickies, Exploited, Rozz Williams, and Bo Diddley.

First, you wash and chop 3 and a half lbs. of spinach...

Spanakopita rocks. But there is a very good reason why I don't have it very often. A couple hours gone before you even bake it, even with help.

But before baking: the dread Master of Stairs at the Y. Blah.

I ended up just reading at the cafe today, which was moderately pleasant despite the tedious hip-hop being played.