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Needle-in-sausage-package update

Updating the food tampering story: the grocery store is investigating.  We received two phone calls.  The first was a bit disturbing, with a staff member asking us questions indicating he was clearly uninformed about the case.  Later in the day a second staffer called, demonstrating far more competence, and indicating that he thought this an isolated incident.  Investigations continue.

We also informed our lawyer, and The Consumerist.

I'm definitely far more nervous as I open every container from a store: orange juice, cheese, whatever.  And feel more confident in the food we've made (eggs, goat).

Web 2.0 feedback continues to be excellent.  We've gotten a stream of advice and support from kind folks via comments on the previous blog post, via responses to my Twitter feed, and by Flickr.  Crowdsourcing how to handle this has been very beneficial.  Among other things, these replies are reassuring emotionally and practically.  I don't know where this goes next, but it's already a useful example of social software helping offline life.

Here's a photo of the package, right after discovery.  Needle positioned over ironic label for greater visibility:

Here's the needle alongside a US coin, for scale:

More updates as they come.

Horror too close to home

We had a horrific experience today.  It was nearly Gothic in a gory, terrible sense.  And it might not be over.

After noon noon I was making an elaborate lunch for my family, plus our splendid neighbors, Tammy and Erik.  I had finished baking buttermilk bread, had chicken in the oven, and was prepping a series of omelettes.  I took an unopened sausage package out of the fridge, slit open the top, reached inside...

...and noticed a gleam of metal, not one-quarter of an inch from my finger.

A needle.  More than one inch long.  And sharp.

I looked up from the barely-opened package at my friends, my wife, and my children, as the frying pan sizzled with the last pieces of the previous sausage package.  Then I washed my hands, so I could get the camera.

We had bought the sausage from Shaw's, their store in Middlebury, where we've shopped for years.  The brand is Wild Harvest.  So I called that store to alert them.  The manager expressed dismay, and asked me to bring the package down.

We arrived at the store around 4 pm, and spoke with staff.  They assured us that Shaw's would investigate the matter immediately, testing to see if there were any other cases of this.  They pulled the rest of that sausage off the shelves.  We are expecting a call within two days.

I also took this to the Web.  First, I Twittered about it (starting here).  Second, I asked friends in the Brainstorms community for feedback.  Good advice came from both, for which I'm thankful.  Third, I hit the Shaw's "contact us" page.

Several friends pointed out recent stories about needles in food in Australia and Japan.  That's a bit nervous-making.

What next?  Talking with our lawyer.  Posting a couple of images to Flickr.  Waiting to hear back from Shaw's.  Trying not to think about what an inch of sharp metal would have done to my tongue, or gums, or cheeks.  Or, far worse, for my wife, or children, or friends.  And hoping that this is an isolated event, an accident or a freak act of one-time sabotage.

I'll blog more as this goes on.

Valentine for Ceredwyn

Lupercalia wishes for my wife, with an image from Jack and Cat Curio:

I love you, Ceredwyn!

(via la main gauche)

Gwynneth offers birthday wishes in style

Gwynneth wishes me joy of the day by drawing, and channeling, the awesome princess Azula:

Winter at Infocult

A strong winter storm has finished dispensing seasonal color to those of us in New England.  I've documented the snow, ice, and wind at Flickr.

But as the longest night of the year draws nigh, how best to respond?  In a Gothic fashion, of course.  We should contemplate the wendigo, classic winter horror deity, or Ithaqua.  Steven Kaye draws our attention to the classic Conrad Aiken story "Silent Snow, Secret Snow" (1934).  The text doesn't seem to be on the web, but there's the library, and the excellent Night Gallery version (two YouTube parts: 1, 2).  Any suggestions for wintry Gothic, for snowy horror?

Coming up next week: Christmas and ghost stories, a fine English tradition.

Bryan Alexander: the graph, and a mysterious connection

I think I've found the perfect chart describing myself.  After a couple of days when I hurled large rocks, schlepped multiple beams, and conversed with many people, I came across this graphic:

I've never seen glaciers as brethren before.  Or are they... competition!

(thanks, Thomas Beckett)

Moyra Bernadette Davies, 1937-2007

My mother-in-law, Moyra, died today.  Just a few days before her 70th birthday. 
We - my wife, myself, and our children - are heading to Michigan.
Blogging will be slower this week.

Mysterious boom in Vermont

An explosion shook our house yesterday afternoon.  The sound erupted into the afternoon, and the house shook.  I checked for damage - found none - then ran down our lane to check on neighbors.  Puppy and I found everyone ok, but wondering about the noise.  I called 911.  Police had received many calls from across the county, but had no clue as to the cause of the boom.

Turns out to have been... a sonic boom, caused by a US military jet breaking the sound barrier 40,000 feet up.

A moment of rural mystery, sounds racing across the mountains, plummeting from near the edge of space.

On the road to points near and far

Infocult may enter a light posting phase for the next week, since I'm traveling to Morocco for a conference.  Internet access and, more importantly, battery power might be uneven.  Will post here, and in Flickr, and Twitter, etc., as possibilities occur.

In the meantime, I'm enjoying Typepad's "post on" feature, which lets me enter a week of Draculablog now, each dollop scheduled to manifest automatically.

Vermont Herald on social software for teaching

A local Vermont paper did an article on social software and teaching.  It's the Vermont Herald, and the article covers a lot of ground.  Barbara Ganley is quoted, as am I.