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pour myself a cup of ambition
So, there was a reason that I have been decluttering my home workspace. I am generally not the sort to go the extra organizational mile without major motivation. I quit one of my university jobs today, in preparation for becoming the Media and Communications Specialist for a non-profit for which I used to work last year (but in…
Read Morehop on pop
My father was a complicated man and a difficult human at times to love. Recently, my sister A and I had an epic online conversation about our dad. Much of it is a little too raw to reprint here, especially as we approach the soft-focus la-la Father’s Day. But here’s an excerpt I think he…
Read Moreno one can explain it, even by goggling
New word alert: Can someone explain hambox, please. Never heard the expression before. I didn’t find anything by Goggling! — A confused member of a message thread on flickr Eternal thanks to US Magazine’s subscription department, who mangled my last name those circa 1989. When Haycox became Hambox, comedy alchemy was performed. The nickname stuck…
Read Morejangled brains
So something may have happened in yoga class last night. I’m not pointing, nor flexing, any fingers at anyone, but I got hurt. In the head-al region. At the time of the alleged injury, I was in a headstand. I felt a little toing, a little odd shift of the muscles in the back of…
Read Morefor four four
Photo: Piano crunch by Olivander. [click on the picture to read another story about a piano] I spent a good part of the weekend being all swoony and wistful and soundtracking my frame of mind with my favorite piano music. Echoey, lovely, sad. Erik Satie. Scott Joplin, as played by the wonderful Alexander Peskanov. Chopin.…
Read Moredear diary: I actually got some sh*t done this weekend!
I am a wind-sprinter — I can be dormant and lazy for a long stretch, then bust out with insane amounts of productivity. Let’s just say I work very well under deadline pressure. This was the weekend I got sh*t done in my home, for once! My living room before was passably put together, but…
Read MoreStand-up Punk
My Uncle Joe died this afternoon. A life-long sheriff throughout a number of small midwestern towns. Tall, carved wrinkles and a voice that rumbled from below his belt, He was my mom’s oldest brother. She called him Punk. He tied his own flies and told remarkable fish stories. A handsome man, whose stuffing was coming…
Read Moreto give you my love
As you can see, I posted for (almost) a week straight (with the exception of Friday — an awful, shit-soup of a day). This is a present to Darling Andrew, who complained that there wasn’t enough hamblog — more hamblog for the masses! — and what could I do but oblige him, as he is…
Read Morea [n inevitable?] mac post
I am a master procrastinator and kind of a career poor person, but one thing I invest in on a regular basis is a computer. I can’t not, as I have always freelanced and planned obsolescence makes me feel as though I’m trying to compute with a potato — an agonizingly slow potato — after…
Read Morescience is magic
To me, science, like Spanish-language television, is a candy store at which I can only behold from afar, my nose pressed up against the glass that separates me and the wondrous treats inside. I think that glass may be made of math and dylexia dyslexia. Even though I work in two science departments, and like…
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