Jerry Taft + TweetDeck = egg

We’re sitting here this morning watching No Country for Old Men. (We dutifully try to keep our Netflix viewing no more than a year or so behind the Oscars.) We’re about 46 minutes in. Javier Bardem has just located the Regal Motel. This movie is so great that we don’t want it to end, so we hit the pause button and I swap laundry loads and Amy fixes us French toast with bacon and a second pot of coffee.

She’s still cooking, so I browse Twitter, using TweetDeck, a nifty little Adobe AIR application that I have been enjoying for some time.

One of the people I follow on Twitter is ABC7 Chicago meteorologist Jerry Taft. Not only is Jerry a likable guy who helped me save face years ago when I hosted a radio version of Jeopardy!, he also is a plugged-in gadget lover who has been fearlessly exploring the possibilities of Twitter for several months now — testing various applications and snapping photos of people outside the ABC7 studio — like the colorful Vincent Falk. Jerry is a lot of fun to follow.

Apparently, Jerry has just started playing with TweetDeck, and he has discovered something that I have ignored the whole time I have been using it: The “Search” button. He uses it to track topics.

So I give it a try and set up a “Search” column for my city, Racine.

Lo and behold, a body has been found in a burned-out vehicle in the Town of Raymond, just north of here. This is particularly unsettling news in the middle of the movie we’re watching.

Meanwhile, someone else tweets that the Milwaukee Journal Sentinel has a fairly lengthy feature on a Town of Raymond couple — Barry and Teri Jones — who deliver fresh eggs and chicken in our area. Not only is this interesting in the sense of the overall “local food” trend, there is also a local movement backing a proposal to permit the raising of chickens in Caledonia, and I recently heard an NPR story about an unemployed couple — a guy with a doctorate and a woman who was making $100,000 doing architectural illustrations — who, in light of the Great Recession, are now seriously considering raising chickens in their backyard.

Amy and I eat an awful lot of chicken — especially thighs. Maybe this is something we should look into.

All this during one quick intermission.

Now, back to our movie and breakfast — hoping we’re not about to see anything too disturbing.

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