Gadget review: Sodastream home soda maker

There are many sites on the web with reviews of gadgets of all sorts. I don’t propose to compete with them, since I’m certainly not a dedicated "gadgeteer." But I figure that an occasional post on some device that I find interesting or useful can do no harm.

One week ago, I didn’t know that devices like the Sodastream home soda maker existed.  I read about it in an article in the NY Times, on how to save money and reduce waste. I did some "homework" (meaning web searches) and decided to purchase one.

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My “wedding dress”

In my last two posts, I talked about significant events in my life, and about cleaning out my closets.

There’s something I found while cleaning out my closets of old clothing.  I should get rid of it.  I know that will never fit into it again for the rest of my life.  But I find it hard to let them go.

It’s the jacket and pants that I wore during my university defense.  They’re a size 40 or something like that; I’m presently a size 48-50 and I have little hope of seeing that waistline again.

Aside from that, they’re a pale beige in color. Even if I could fit into them, there wouldn’t be an occasion to do so.  I wear my tux to weddings; I have some dark clothing for funerals.  I wear a blue jacket at Passover; I’d never wear something light-colored at an occasion where I might spill food on it.

They’re taking up useless space in my closet.  If I were to donate them (it turns out that the bins outside the supermarket belong to the Police Youth department), they might serve to keep someone warm.  They could have a purpose.

Sigh. I suppose this is how many women regard their wedding dresses.

Favorite poem meme

From lovediamond :

When you see this, post your favorite poem in your journal.

Unfortunately, my favorite poem is too long to post here.  Here’s how it begins:

Midway this life we’re bound upon,
I woke to find myself in a dark wood,
Where the right road was wholly lost and gone.

Ay me! How hard to speak of it–that rude
And rough and stubborn forest! the mere breath
Of memory stirs the old fear in the blood;

It is so bitter, it goes nigh to death;
Yet there I gained such good, that, to convey
The tale, I’ll write what else I found therewith.

Just for the heck of it (clue!) I’ll leave it to you to identify the poem. I’ll give you another hint: It may be that the reason why you didn’t recognize it is that I’m using one of many different translations, this one by a noted writer of mysteries.