Tuesday, March 04, 2008


Sometimes I take Strider to his grandparents' house to see Auntie Eilie.
Sometimes he holds still for a picture! My parents love him, but Eilie does not.


He is so dark and I am so light that whenever we take pictures together, one of us is usually not visible, so I washed us both out turquoise.



Strider and I are playing in the snow today!



Bad thing: I ate this whole box of Samoas. Damn girl scouts.

Good thing: I get my hair cut tomorrow!

If I were a black woman, depending on my head shape, I would wear my hair like the English black women do: very very short and wear biiig earrings, or I would have a girl fro. I love those and I think black women who wear them are so beautiful and feminine. And the fro is just fun.

I'm planning a bob for my white self tomorrow. Some blonde--I'm feeling summery. And maybe some heavy bangs--the kind my mom always gently forbade me to get because they would cover up my--of all things--"pretty hairline."

Hairline, really, Mom?

But I guess that's why there are bobby pins--so whenever I go see my mom she won't be sad for my lost hairline. It's much too early for that, anyway.


radiohead "15 step"


Thursday, February 28, 2008


edited 3/17

Things are changing a lot at my job now that my program manager is leaving, and, for me, there is a lot more pressure, not to mention more things to do. I find myself welcoming more and more the idea of getting back to school someday.

Today, as I was getting ready, the thought enunciated itself to me that each of the years I was in college became increasingly heartheavy and painful. But I feel optimistic that the trend has been reset--or even defeated--just by my interrupting it with a year of work here. I think believing in favorable outcomes is a skill that has to be practiced.

Ernest Hemingway said, "Happiness in intelligent people is the rarest thing I know."
I guess experience teaches that things break down more often than they build up. But I am not interested in letting experience break me down more than it builds me up. What I am interested in is the kind of experience that gives me a little wisdom to balance the deal.

I am reminded of Pollyanna's perception of God as Optimist who tells us over and over to rejoice because He's there and He said so. I rejoice that the Giver of wisdom is also the Giver of hope. So that by the time I have acquired the tool, I will have the skill to use it.

Mmuh. I think I'm ready to get some lunch and go vote early for Ron Paul. I love Texas.



imogen heap "whatever"


Monday, February 25, 2008


Do you ever get food particles stuck in your tonsils that putrify until you dig them out with your finger?



Right.. uhh... neither do I.



eisley "telescope eyes"


Wednesday, February 20, 2008


Ready for this?


Everybody at my work thinks I'm "passive." HEH!








bush "little things"


Friday, February 08, 2008


I just had a revolutionary thought related to not feeling the desire to trade lives with anyone else I know of, despite my recent lethargy and crying fits, but it must have escaped me--or maybe just left my brain for someone else's roomier one.

If my revolutionary thought registers with you as you read this, congratulations. Enjoy it.


dolores o'riordan "in the garden"


Monday, February 04, 2008


Strider thew up this morning. Maybe he was upset, too.


Monday, December 17, 2007


Finally, I give in.


Katy has a cell phone!


(Thanks, Cara Leigh.)






sufjan stevens "that was the worst christmas ever"


Wednesday, November 07, 2007




I don't know how I stopped writing, but I did.