Archive for February 2009
mockorange is here
My friend Turquoise and I have opened a handmade goods store on the shopping site Etsy. We are offering up a whole lot of delightful, affordable, handcrafted goods. I’ve made scarves and screenprinted greeting cards; Turq has handpainted cards, created pincushions, and made a variety of handy little bags. So, without further ado, here is…
Read Morepleasing minutiae
Far too rarely do I have a day in which everything flows smoothly, clicks together, falls in place. Last week, I experienced several (continuous!) hours during which the events of my life flowed, clicked and fell. I shall bore you with the details now, my dear diary. [Some background] I produce podcasts for my nonprofit…
Read Morelonely teenager born years too late
This video [direct link] is “A Day in the Life of Abbey Road,” a time lapse movie in which people pause and pose on the crosswalk as the Beatles for their album cover. Clever! It reminds me of a photo I saw once, similar to this one, that depicts several tourists posing for pictures, pretending…
Read Morethis is what happens when you don’t spray for them
Yesterday was gearing up to be a beige, beige day, one of meetings and presentations and talking, talking, so much talking. And not by me, because that would be a great day, me being the motormouth and all. I showed up to the first meeting at 9, feeling distinctly uncute in a dumb, in-a-hurry outfit.…
Read Morewhite winter hymnal
Part one of this narrative got the intrepid MM and me to the foothills of the Sierras, en route to a lodge at Sequoia called, strangely enough, Sequoia Lodge. Upon seeing the sign commanding us to use chains, I obediently pulled over so that we could crawl in the slush and get our rig set…
Read Morerunning up that hill
sequoia trip merit badges i presented to molly during our trip (click to see enlarged image): making coffee on a campfire, putting up with my snoring, bear sighting, tent fire (artistic license taken for that one), and getting lost. I just got back from an amazing trip. There’s a pencil-size muscle in my upper hip…
Read Moreslog v. , slogged , slogging , slogs
It’s positively shitting down rain today. Yes, I know “we need it” (the tiresome mantra of every drought-aware Southern Californian,) but the rain is deciding to come down all at once, forcing me to figure out how to work an umbrella again and to drive the hair-raising streets and highways. Half the population down here…
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