A Tale of Three Chairs

Once upon a time, my mom decided she wanted a new recliner. She didn't like either of those that she'd inherited from Grandma, but one was a bluish green and had shot springs to boot, so that one was slated for replacement. She really hates bluish green, for no discernible reason.

So she looked and looked and found nothing but swivel-rocker-recliners, which did not please her. Finally she tried an older store downtown and they could order her any color she wanted. They suggested a smaller chair that would fit her frame better. So it was ordered, and it came in a few months later... and was too small for her. (I've forgotten what she did with the old bluish green one at this point).

So she went looking some more and found another store that could order a chair that was not a swivel-rocker for her. It came in...and it was a swivel rocker. They tried again. It came in...and it was a swivel rocker. Finally, on the third try, they managed to get it through the manufacturer's thick maze of paperwork that they did not want a swivel rocker, and, lo and behold, Mom had a chair she was happy with.

But she still had the little blue one that was too small, and no room for a Christmas tree. The plan was for me to take the little blue one, get rid of my older hand-me-down greyish-beigish one, and make room for a Christmas tree. Unfortunately, I had about three days to actually clean and make room for it before Christmas. I managed, barely, only Mom decided that we'd just put up a smaller tree instead.

Last week, we finally made the swap (with Fibonacci's help), and got the blue chair to my house and the greyish-beigish to his apartment. So next year, my mom should have room for her larger Christmas tree. So long as she doesn't go ordering any more chairs. As for me, the littler bluer chair fits me just fine. ^/^

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Poetry Supplement

Okay, I'm finally getting around to posting this, since keeping the page open from Sunday on. First off, go read Poetry Sunday at Daylight Atheism. I'd never heard of A.R. Ammons before, so I hunted down a few more of his poems. I don't like all of them, but Design is quite good (and below the fold). I love the textures here.


Design
by A.R. Ammons

The drop seeps whole
from boulder-lichen
or ledge moss and drops,

joining, to trickle,
run, fall, dash,
sprawl in held deeps,

to rush shallows, spill
thin through heights,
but then, edging,

to eddy aside, nothing
of all but nothing's
curl of motion spent.

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First Day Back

Apparently break was long enough, as I was actually glad to be back today. Of course, it helps that I'm teaching 123 this semester. There's a lot more variety in it than in the courses I usually teach. We're starting on voting systems and preference schedules. Otherwise, I only dealt with Math108 today. I talked half the time, had them sign the roll, and told those who didn't yet have a computer account (and hence couldn't log in to do anything) to go get one.

It was also the first day of the Logic class I'm taking. It was hard to pass up a class that had Gödel right in the name. Not entirely surprising that this philosophy class has more math majors in it than philosophy majors... The basic ideas (at the very beginning) are familiar. The names used for them, not so much. So the first bit I'll spend learning the lingo, most likely.

Tomorrow? Math143 in the morning and Math253 in the evening. So far I like this schedule. We shall see if this attitude continues.

Jumping back to last week, I went to the dentist, and they found nothing wrong. That pleased me. Also, the person who cleaned my teeth finagled my time for the next check up to make sure she got to clean my teeth again. She said she likes cleaning my teeth and even described them as "immaculate." This struck me as odd, so I asked if she'd seen some really bad cases. The look on her face indicated she had.

I think I'm rambling now, so I'll stop.

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You Might be a Fundie Atheist if...

Rob Knopp's post on Fundamentalist Atheists inspired me to revisit the matter, and put a diagnostic list together. So, you might be a Fundie Atheist if...


1. You tell people they're not really Christians/theists unless they believe X, Y and Z. (More rarely applied to other atheists as well)

2. You insist that all the good attributed to religion would have happened without religion, but all the bad attributed to religion is the sole responsibility of the religion itself and has nothing to do with, for instance, the society that produced it.

3. You try to equate mystic formulations of religion with atheism, and tell mystics that they're really atheists.

4. You have ever called someone a Neville Chamberlain (or appeaser) atheist and meant it in a derogatory way.

5. You have ever insisted that everyone who disagrees with your world view is deluded, regardless of what that disagreement might be.

I'm sure this list could be expanded, but those are the ones that either come immediately to mind or that showed up at Rob's site.

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Beautiful Thoughts

I absolutely love this post over at The Buddhist Blog. There are many things to like in Buddhism. First and foremost is the insistence that there are multiple paths to the Ultimate, whatever it may be. I particularly like this:

In Buddhism, we create our own suffering and therefore have control over how deeply we suffer. There is no "Satan" out there to tempt us and mislead us down the path of spiritual destruction. We are the ones in charge of whether we experience peace and freedom or suffering and fear. We are in charge of our own destiny rather than feeling at the mercy of two "Gods" fighting over the dominion over our "souls."

I might quibble a bit, but it really depends on how you use the word "suffering." In this case, I suspect it's in the vein of "Pain is mandatory; suffering is optional."

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Philosophical Health Check

From the same site as below, there's a page of similar activities. This one is another check for internal consistency (low means low conflict; high means high conflict):



Out of 30 questions, I had two conflicts. They're below the fold in case anyone wants to take the quiz fresh.

You agreed that:
The environment should not be damaged unnecessarily in the pursuit of human ends
But disagreed that:
People should not journey by car if they can walk, cycle or take a train instead

It's the "can" that I have a problem with. Technically, I can walk to Idaho Falls (fifty miles north), but it's impractical. If it said "if it is reasonable to walk, cycle, etc." I would have agreed with it.

You agreed that:
Severe brain-damage can rob a person of all consciousness and selfhood
And also that:
On bodily death, a person continues to exist in a non-physical form

There are lots of things I could say here, but what bugs me is the underlying assumption that equates "existence" to "selfhood."

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Battleground...?

I don't get it, but I suppose I'll pass it on and see if anyone else does. I found it through the friendly atheist. It's a test of the internal consistency of your beliefs (or lack thereof) about "God." I put it in quotes, because it's clear that there's a Judeo-Christian bias. However:

You took zero direct hits and you bit zero bullets. The average player of this activity to date takes 1.39 hits and bites 1.11 bullets. 402077 people have so far undertaken this activity.

and

Congratulations!

You have been awarded the TPM medal of honour! This is our highest award for outstanding service on the intellectual battleground.

The fact that you progressed through this activity neither being hit nor biting a bullet suggests that your beliefs about God are internally consistent and very well thought out.

There's a link to another odd quiz at the site: the do-it-yourself-deity. I got a score of 0.8, where 0.0 is completely inconsistent with both itself and the universe and 1.0 is perfectly consistent. But they've made some odd assumptions. For instance:

"The laws of physics do not seem to require that the universe has anything outside of itself to continue to exist. Therefore, they can't quite see what kind of evidence it would be possible to point to in order to come to the belief that God is required for the universe to continue."

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Uh, who said that this deity had to be separate from the universe? That in itself is a contradiction, imo. *shrugs*

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Humor, but was it Intentional?

New episode of Moonlight tonight. And, no, I don't know if they got them all written and shot before the writer's strike or what. A mild spoiler below the fold.

There was a scene where Mick goes all-out monster-vamp to exact revenge. I'm not sure what the intended effect of the scene was...but I'm pretty sure that the director wasn't going for hilarity. Between the music and the out-and-out goofiness of the place where it was set... I was busting up laughing through it. Now, I would expect the desired effect was more on the order of excitement tinged with horror/distaste/uneasiness. But it was just funny. Unfortunately, humor wasn't the prevailing mood of the rest of it.

Hmmm... maybe the director was trying to lighten the mood slightly and overdid it. That's somewhat plausible. The events immediately before and after were very dark. *shrugs*

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Friday Cat Blogging?

Eh, why not. I've got kitties now, after all. Also, it's been quite a while since I've seen all of them, Mom/Dovi included, cuddled up together. ^/^ So from the top, we have Jacques, then Dovi and Jilly (formerly Howler) together, Princess (formerly Shanghai, but she acts like a spoiled little princess), and then Pouncer...who is on his way to earning the name "Garfield." He begs for food more than some dogs.

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Breaking the News

All I can say is, wow. Via Daylight Atheism, I found a post discussing this article about the Mainstream Media. Read it. I mean it. Yes, it's long. Just bloody well read it. It explains a whole hell of a lot that's been making me angry over the past five years since I discovered news sources on the internet.

I find a fascinating story. Fresh. Relevant. Important. It takes 1-6 months for it even to get a mention in the MSM. Why were people such sheep about Bush in the last election? Because they had no bloody friggin' clue what was really going on. Remember the Riddler's mind-control-through-tv-scheme in Batman Forever? You don't need anything fancy. Just a bunch of audience-pandering tenthwits who care more about ratings than actual news. I'm going to stop there, before I break into a stream of incoherent insults pocked with four-letter words. But, if you actually care about what's really happening in the world, Read the Article.

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Barking

Two carnivals from yesterday:

Carnival of the Godless

and

Humanist Symposium #13

I found two posts from each that I thought worth sharing and commenting on:

Just a tad late, but this article onthe origins of Christmas traditions is a fascinating read, especially for anyone who doesn't realize how steeped in paganism most of the holiday traditions are.

Going a bit deeper, this article discusses intellectual laziness in regards to religion. I think this quote says it all: "Knowledge is hard work, but belief is easy."

At a different deep end, Subjectivity. This is an interesting read, but I have to admit that I'm missing something in it. It seems to be addressing two different fears. (1) is that pure rationality can/will/should/must destroy compassion. (2) is the ephemeral nature of our own existence. For (1), I would say that rational thought can sometimes put compassion on hold, but never destroy it outright.

For (2)... I remember a time when death terrified me. I was still in elementary school, and I'd heard or been reading about the Challenger explosion. I was trying to fathom what it would be like to have been in the shuttle. I was trying to understand what it was to cease existing. All I could come up with was an empty darkness in my mind. Funny. I can't remember bringing any sort of "heaven" into that mental picture at all. I remember being terrified of that darkness. I remember, but I can't feel that any more. The darkness feels like an old friend, now. I've faced it a few too many times to find any terror in it.

All that lives will die. That is what it means to live. What does fearing that accomplish? What does it change? Nothing. We began as nothing and to nothing we return. That is a profoundly beautiful truth, even if it does cause us much pain when others return to nothing and leave us behind in the empty something. There is nothing permanent in this world. Mountains rise and eventually crumble. Lakes dry up. Deserts move. Even the Self is like shifting sand. I am not the same person I was a year ago, nor two years ago, nor a month ago. Certain traits have persisted over time, and a memory trail exists, but the past is gone, never to be regained. The Self that "I" was then is dead.

On a somewhat related note, this post on Suffering and isms seems to have missed the point of Buddhism entirely: "Basically, if you have low expectations and don't care about anything then you won't be disappointed. Sad way to live if you ask me." Maybe there are some sects of Buddhism that actually teach this, but I doubt it. It's about having no expectations, except, maybe, that there will be a moment beyond this one. As for "not caring," compassion is one of the pre-eminent precepts. It goes back to Western misunderstanding of detachment. Westerners tend to see it as "cutting something off" when really it's about opening something up. It's about seeing and experiencing rather than expecting and wanting.

First, a trivial example. When I drive to work, I know that there is very little chance that I will get a parking space right next to the building where I work unless I get there before 7:30 am or after 4:00 pm. Any other time, there's not much point in trying, so mostly I head directly to an alternate parking area a few blocks away. Occasionally, for whatever reason, I decide to do a drive-by to see if there's any closer parking. I know perfectly well that it's unlikely, but not impossible, and my attitude is "there will be or there won't be." If there is, great. If not, I head to alternate parking. Getting upset serves no purpose. Whether I "want" a close parking space or not is irrelevant to whether one actually is available at that moment.

A less trivial example will have to wait, as my last attempt tried to spiral into an entire post.

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Nature Show

crow caws
kitten's attack foiled
by glass

Note: television graphic from Printmaster Gold v. 18

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snow

snow melts off
just before
the next storm

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Stayed Home Today

Mainly because I had a slight fever. Don is on medications for Rheumatoid arthritis. Rheumatoid arthritis is an autoimmune disease, ergo these medications weaken his immune system. I don't know yet if I have a cold or just mild date pudding hangover*, but if it's a cold, I don't want to risk passing it on to Don. However, there seems to be an even better reason for staying home:



This is from the Idaho road report site. There was very little red or yellow when I checked before 7:00 am today. Red = bad. Yellow = mildly bad. A lot of the ones still green haven't been updated since yesterday, btw. At least one of them is recent, but mostly they're old.

*turns out that celiacs shouldn't buy pre-chopped dates; they tend to be coated in something, in this case dextrose, which I had thought was safe, but apparently can be made from wheat. *sighs* Incidentally, you will find places on the web that claim that dextrose is safe, because all the protein gets filtered out in the production process. I'd say only most of the protein/gluten got filtered out. There was just enough left to make me mildly ill, but I've had much MUCH worse effects, so there can't have been very much.

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Fun With Numerology

Every so often, I like to fiddle with this site, which will give you a free tarot reading, numerology reading, i ching, and probably dozens of others that you may or may not have heard of. Warning: it is fairly ad intensive, and every so often a pop-up gets through my blocker. But I still like to fiddle with it now and again. It just...amuses me.

So let's see what gems of wisdom it has for me today:


So... anything without a ? on it I would consider reasonable as a descriptor of myself. A tilde would be slightly questionable. Other commentary in parentheses. And just to make it more interesting, I'll score each word. I'll only put the totals after each section, but a '0' would mean "So generic it could apply to anyone." +1 would be somewhat accurate for me, -1 somewhat inaccurate... maximum of 3 in either directions

In Your Public Life...
Words that embody your presence are "Agility, Ambition(~), Author, Barbarism(?), Forest, Iridium(???), Monkey (as in Repulse the Monkey, perhaps?), Prayer(???), Shepherd(?), Shout(~), Spring (?), Violet (hey! I'm wearing purple today!), Warlock, Wisdom". +3

Words that embody the people or things that you interact with are "Africa (???), Boat (not in the middle of winter, matey), Change, Death (how does one interact with death, prey?), Fire (candles!!), Gold, Jackal (look, I've never been to Africa, okay?), Ocean (is about 900 miles away), Palace (really? is it free?), Rich (don't I wish...), Tide (okay, I do use Tide laundry detergent)". -9

Words that embody things that you may be a part of are "Transformation" (YAY! I'm a part of Transformation! Now if only that seemed to mean something...). +1

Words that embody people or things in your periphery are "Authority (very peripheral, yup), Compulsion (who's doing the compelling, I wonder...), Intimidation (c'mon, I'm not that intimidating, am I?), Sterility (they obviously haven't seen my house lately...)". -3


In Your Private Life...
Words that embody your presence are "Bliss (Right... so people bliss out due to my divine presence... I think my students would disagree `/^), Ebony (Two black kitties count?), Magenta (No... I tend to avoid magenta), Mist (for when the kitties misbehave), Steel (Nope. Don't wear armor either), Trance (You are getting sleeeeeepyyyyyyy...)". 0

Words that embody the people or things that you interact with are "Cage". (Actually... that sounds somewhat accurate. I do occasionally feel trapped by things) +2

Words that embody people or things in your periphery are "Community (in everyone's periphery, isn't it?), Fertility(???), Immunity (from what?), Infinity, Ingenuity, Kaleidoscope (lava lamp close enough?), Linguistics, Misadventure, Monolith (nah, I prefer a polylith), Platinum(?), Profanity(?), Pursuit (of what?), Puzzle (Mom and I put one together for New Year's, does that count?), Retribution (I'll get you, my pretty! You and your little dog, too!), Sculptor(???), Strategy, Technology (how else would I get to the web-site, hmmm?), Temptation (Oh, please!), Ugliness (in the midst of cleaning, what else would you expect?), Virility (???), Voyeur(???)". -3


In Your Spiritual Life...
Words that embody your presence are "Constitution". (LOL. The Constitution as a spiritual document? Sounds better than many.) 0

Words that embody things that may be a part of you are "Addiction (caffeine, occasionally), Flower (bought myself some for New Years), Ice (Duh. It's Winter), Kitten, Lingerie (Er, no), Massacre (Great! Who do I get to attack?!?), Mother, Murder (Best avoided. Legal complications an' all), Paradox, Sword". +6

Words that embody people or things in your periphery are "Crystal (makes pretty rainbows on the wall), Descendant (whose?), Ivory (if we stretch that to ivories as in piano keys, okay), Memory, Mystic, Oblivion (aka sleep), Parasite (ack. I hope not), Potency (meaningless without some other descriptor to attach to it), Prophet(???), Revival (of what?), Sentinel(?), Success, Summer (wrong time of year, me bucko), Sunset (wrong time of day, too), Talisman, Treaty, Tyrant (Vetinari?), Unity, Virus (possible cold at the moment), Waterfall (melt-off yesterday?), Whisper, Winter (DING!)". +13

So +10 overall... I was expecting it to be closer to 0. But that's exactly why things like this work. We tend to read ourselves into them whether we're really there or not. ^/^

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Keeping a Weather Eye Out?

Not. Forecast for tonight: A chance of rain and snow after 11pm. Mostly cloudy, with a low around 26. South wind between 16 and 21 mph, with gusts as high as 32 mph. Chance of precipitation is 30%. Total nighttime snow accumulation of less than a half inch possible.

Current temperature: 20.

Ummm... yeah. Sure. Now, if it said the "low after midnight," I might believe it. Judging by the wind and the forecast for tomorrow, there's a warm front moving in.

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Non-Christian Christmas

Parts of this post really resonated with me, so I thought I'd share some of my own experiences. The first two years were the hardest, because I had a handle on what I didn't believe, but not really much else.

It was my senior year of high school, and I'd just started thinking of myself as an atheist. The decorations around me rang hollow. They didn't mean anything to me any more. The years before that, I was all in favor of the more overtly religious ornaments and cards and such. That year, I tried to stick with the more secular ones as much as possible. I still liked the gift-giving (and receiving, but not quite as much), and a lot of the songs still resonated with me. Even the ones that now made no sense to me were agreeably familiar, and I could sing them and enjoy it even while arguing with most of the lyrics.

If I remember correctly, by the next Christmas, I knew I wasn't an atheist, but I wasn't really sure what I was. That made it easier in some ways, harder in others. Easier, because I was happy thinking of it as a Season of Light. I hadn't learned about pagan solstice traditions yet, but symbolizing whatever the Divine might be with light made sense to me. So I was okay with star and solar ornaments, and candles, and anything on that order. Nativities...just made me feel sad. Or disgusted. Depended on the day (and the nativity).

I went through a pagan stage. Here's the thing, though... I never really took it seriously. It was mostly a sort of game to me. Light candles, wave around a magic knife (athamé), visualize a bunch of nonsense, etc, and, uh, try to figure out what the point of it all was. I think if I could have seen a point in it, I might have stuck with it; it was kind of fun. But the only point was on the knife. It did get me taking the first steps towards meditation practices, but I was still at the game stage there as well.

However, the pagan stage gave me a new outlook on Christmas, as the Solstice. There was also some weirdness about the "god" being reborn to the "goddess" (to become her lover in the spring... I think), but that part didn't resonate with me at all. The Solstice did. It was the dark heart of winter, and at the extreme edge of darkness, the only way to go is towards the light. I liked that, and I liked a lot of the more pagan imagery. If you go through my Christmas decorations (bought while still in this stage), you'll find mostly pagan-inspired symbols. Stars. Deer. Geometric symbols. Birds. Snowflakes. I still love them, but for slightly different reasons. Now they symbolize the Season to me, rather than some abstract pagan ideal.

Now? I still love Christmas. Or Yule. Or the Solstice. Or the Winter Holidays. I don't particularly care what name you want to call it. I like the colored lights and the music and the exchange of gifts and the family get-togethers. I love the snow on the ground and the chill in the air. I still avoid the blatantly Christian symbols, simply because they hold no meaning for me. Despite this, I have never missed a Christmas Eve service at my mom's church. Why? Mainly for the music. I may disagree with 90% of the things said there, but there is a good atmosphere there, especially at the candlelight service. An atmosphere of expectation, waiting for the Light to return. I don't care for what Eric's done to it, as he seems to miss the point entirely. But that's beyond the scope of this post.

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Slogans

via the quixotic infidel

I liked these two the best:

Simple Impartial Qualms.

Enter a word for your own slogan:

Generated by the Advertising Slogan Generator, for all your slogan needs. Get more Qualms slogans.

More Qualms Please.

Enter a word for your own slogan:

Generated by the Advertising Slogan Generator, for all your slogan needs. Get more Qualms slogans.

Okay, I have to add a few more, but I don't think I need to paste in their code a bunch of times:

Qualms Make Everything Better

A Taste for Qualms

Qualms Keep Going and Going

Pure Qualms

Everything We Do Is Driven By Qualms

Okay... I think I'm done. For now. `/^

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December Searchlight

I'm going to try to be brief this time and just list the more interesting ones.

gluten free hot chocolate (and variations thereof): Go here. This has been a surprisingly popular search term.
hoist the colors full song: probably brought on by the recent release of the third movie on DVD, but here's my post with the full lyrics.
penguin swatting game: Er, wow. I'd completely forgotten about this game.
gluten free coating for fish: ^/^ I'm glad to see that my gluten free tips post are of use to some people. Here's the relevant one. No guarantees about fish, but they work well on chicken.
importance of socks: *blinks* My sarcastic title was a search topic???
zafu fort collins: Try the Nepal/Tibet import store. It's on College Avenue, near where the Stone Lion bookstore used to be.
amber spyglass sex (with lots of variations on this theme): Strongly implied.
at world's end parachute: Unfortunate. Looked a bit too much like a parachute.
chicken stew with a good smell: Depends on what you put in it. If the stuff you put in it smells good, the stew will probably smell good.
freud useful or not: For some people, sure. For most, probably not.
i think i'm going mad blog: Well, you've come to the right place. We're all mad here. '/^
square memo paper: Is usually a lie. It's often an eighth of an inch off, which is very annoying for folding stuff out of it.
zucchini bread principles: Ummmm... Yeah... Thou Shalt not be made with Gluten comes to mind...

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Gluten Free Tips: Corn Bread

Corn bread is actually fairly easy to convert to gluten free. I generally just use the recipe on the box, but make a few slight modifications. My modifications are in the brown boxes.

1 cup ALBERS Yellow Corn Meal
1 cup all-purpose flour
I use Bette Hagman's Featherlight Rice flour mix*
1/4 cup granulated sugar
1 Tbs. baking powder
1 tsp. salt
I cut this to 1/4 t, since I'm not THAT into salt
1 cup milk
1/3 cup vegetable oil
1 large egg, lightly beaten
I use two eggs; adds protein and helps it stick together
Add 1 t xanthan gum

PREHEAT oven to 400°F. Grease 8-inch-square baking pan.
COMBINE corn meal, flour, sugar, baking powder, xanthan gum and salt in medium bowl. Combine milk, oil and egg in small bowl; mix well. Add milk mixture to flour mixture; stir just until blended. Pour into prepared pan.
BAKE for 20 to 25 minutes or until wooden pick inserted into center comes out clean. Serve warm.
NOTE: Recipe may be doubled. Use greased 13x9-inch baking pan; bake as above.

*Any good GF flour blend should work here. I'd avoid ones with strong flavors, like Bette Hagman's 4-flour bean mix using garfava flour, since they'll overpower the taste of the cornmeal.

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