O! How my heart sings the wonderful
praises of Google! The quick! The merry!
The honest Google. Her beauty is hidden.
Open only to deft English speaking hands,
but so powerful and so generous are
the spiders and robots of the Google-plex.

A few days ago inspired by my friend Regina, I decided that we would make Play Dough. DIY. Interactive experience. So I opened a new tab and googled (yes, it’s a verb now) ‘play dough recipes homemade’. I explored about the first 50 hits or so and noticed a common theme and then copied this wonderful recipe into my Jill Bliss journal and went on my way.

This morning after waking early to drop the German car off at the dealer to get its aged complaints repaired, Lucas and I ventured out. Our adventures found us at Von’s (no hofooz, bons!) and we collected the ingredients for our concoction.

Once home we pulled out the mixing bowls and measuring spoons. I set Lucas up on the same stool he stood on the other day and got to work. I managed and assisted, but Lucas did most of the work even mixing the mess up in a bowl in the sink. I stepped in when the directions called for heating (or ‘fire’ as mon cheri calls it). We cooked it on low until we could see parts of it ‘firming up’ and then I pulled it from the fire. We let it cool for a while them I put some flour on the butcher block, spread it out and plopped the whole mixture on to counter.

Boy was it sticky! Lucas was like ‘o, man, this is gross’. He refused to touch it. So I started kneading it and told him ‘hey, dude, I need more flour. Help me.” He would sticke the measuring cup into the flour bag and pour me a little flour (less than a teaspoon at a time) here and there as I kneaded and molded the dough. Slowly but surely it took shape. It got less sticky and more ‘Play-Doh’-like — the way I remember it.

Once the dough congealed, we played and played. We used cookie cutters to cut out shapes, put it in his dishes and pots, pretending to make bread &tc. Until the crankies crept up on us. Time for nap!

I got onto the computra and read my boglines. Someone somewhere mentioned the movie ‘The Secret‘. Later checking my e-mail on my generically handled gmail account, there was another reference to ‘The Secret‘ in one of the newsletters I subscribe to.

My interest was piqued. I started watching and felt this instant connection to the themes being explored there. It reminded me of ‘What the Bleep Do We Know’, but is more direct.

More later.