India.

A note popped up on my Facebook feed yesterday; a friend had ‘shared’ it, but the original note was from my knitting teacher, Lesley, whom I met a long time ago when we both worked at a poorly run arts day camp. Her daughter, India, was practically brand-new then. When I got reacquainted with Lesley ...

Gratitude. 1

No, I’ve not gone all New Age-y, but I wanted to give a big shout-out to Jackie, Ali, Chris, and Richard, who helped me get through a rough week through sausage (not a euphemism), Moon Bean coffee, long bike rides, even longer patio drinking sessions, Hooch, very loud action movies, and being so understanding when ...

Celebrating the awesome. 1

Julia Skott is someone I’ve known online for a ridiculously long time; she was in high school in San Diego while one of her parents was doing a visiting professorship-type thing when we first encountered each other back in the day. Now she is a journalist and author in her native Sweden and has been ...

Cohesion. 1

Sleep: Diabolically hideous, punctuated by the cat deciding 4:30am was time for breakfast. I kind of hate everything (except sweet, sweet coffee) right now.

Sophomore Britpop albums. 1

I’ve been such a whiner this week, for which I apologize. Hormonal turmoil, sinus irritation, insomnia, and a pile of work are not good playmates. But I’m not done with the complaining. One of the stupidest, among many very stupid, things that is working my nerves these days is when I post a link on ...

Figuring out where she was going with that (thing).

I know next to nothing about cars, apart from how to operate them, so when my brother told me on Sunday that the car wouldn’t start (this a week after a heat shield fell off), I expected the worst. The car was also ‘out of oil’, which is really, really bad, so I thought we ...

Rocking out.

Guitar update: Figured out the first seven notes for ‘Seven Nation Army’, which on an acoustic guitar is ridiculous, but hey, it’s something, right? Almost have two chords down and the beginning of a third. Not sure what to do with them yet. Might aim for a Monkees song first, for obvious reasons, even though ...

Coercing people into giving me money.

Took my Chromebook to Pressed for the first time (I haven’t been here in ages, and I’m not sure why – probably post-flood poverty?) in hopes of getting a whole lot of writing done, but it hasn’t worked so far. Maybe my sandwich will give me super powers after it’s digested a bit. So today’s ...

Elderprodigiousness.

Remember the 90s? Lots of things happened then: The rise of the first 90210, the destruction of the Progressive Conservatives, my high school and most of my university years, the inexplicable, though brief, success of Hammer pants…

The Zombie/Methhead Matrix.

Another go at taking an antihistamine, one with a different active ingredient, and same result: intermittent sleep. Yay. My options are either getting through allergy season in a hazy fog (Benedryl) or acting like someone on the most boring, shaky high ever.