The best man from the wedding this weekend (the groom's older brother) is a military contractor working in the Middle East (mostly Iraq, but he travels throughout). He handed out some dinars as souvenirs.
OK, so the cell phone doesn't take great photos, particularly in the cold light of my kitchen, but the radishes and carrots are fantastic this year. Bright red and orange, respectively, crunchy, and there's so much flavor I haven't been putting any dressing on my salads.
The band was about to embark on their first concert tour in a van they converted to vegetable oil, using a kit they bought at GreaseCar.com. They paid about $1,400 for the kit, and their bassist installed the fuel lines, so they didn't have to pay for it.
I caught up with them again last night after they came back from tour. The van broke down, thanks to trying to haul six people and a whole bunch of gear on 12-hour drives through the southern heat. It appears the breakdown had nothing to do with the veggie-oil-as-fuel, though, so that's good.
They also learned the hard way what a lot of artists learn the hard way: Book with a map (ahem, Seth?). Just because you can drive 12 hours in a day doesn't mean you want to play a show, break down, get in the van, drive to the next place, and get 2 hours of sleep before you're back on stage.