October 21, 2014
Sweet dreams, motherf*cker
I am wide awake. Again.
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October 17, 2014
Apparently, I’ve moved to the 1950s
Is it misogynistic if a woman makes a degrading comment to another woman, or only if a man does it? Just curious. I got that yesterday, which those of you who are my Facebook friends saw. For those of you not on Facebook (hi, Margaret!), here’s the scoop: I went to an event for school mothers on the campus where I work. While I enjoyed the lunch and the time spent with monks and the moms I have come to know pretty well, I also photographed the event, then edited the shots and posted them on the school’s Flickr site with a brief description, then sent the HTML code to embed the gallery on the school’s website to my marketing specialist. Just for shits, I’ll let you know that this was a very small fraction of what I accomplished yesterday.
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October 16, 2014
Scribbling and bibbling
I’ve been writing and writing and writing so much lately, and it’s making me deliriously happy. “Here. It’s all right here in my noodle. The rest is just scribbling. Scribbling and bibbling, bibbling and scribbling.” That’s a quote from the movie Amadeus (one of my all-time favorites).
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October 15, 2014
Sleep = Happiness
I went back to my doctor the other day, so she could draw blood for some routine tests (I hadn’t known to fast at my first appointment, which was at 4 p.m. so that wouldn’t have worked anyway for I’d have surely eaten my own arm if I had to fast from midnight until 4 p.m.) and to see how the mood elevator she put me on was working.
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October 14, 2014
There are just some places batteries shouldn’t go
One of our science teachers invited me to photograph a guest speaker in his class today. The speaker is the father of one of the students, and is a doctor.
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October 14, 2014
Please indicate your highest education level
I have issues. I mean, this is not news to anyone who knows me, but the issues that I’m talking about go beyond my normal insanity. As if garden-variety craziness isn’t enough.
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October 13, 2014
Do elephants lay eggs?
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October 10, 2014
A little tune-up
When we bought Zoe’s piano last year, it came with a tuning upon delivery, and one for a month or two later, after it acclimated to our house. Which I think is funny since we had been in the house for eight months and we were still acclimating ourselves.
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October 9, 2014
Where I confess my drinking problem
I have a problem that I think might be shared with other
writers who spend much of their days at a desk, pecking away at a keyboard. I
tend to accumulate a lot of drinks (non-alcoholic, mind you), or drink-holders (i.e. cups and mugs and bottles and the like), at my desk throughout the
course of a day. Usually by the end of a single day at my desk I have a used
coffee cup, an empty can of sparkling water, and a plastic water bottle. At
minimum, I have at least three different drinks on my desk. Sometimes there is
more.
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October 8, 2014
Sometimes I do know what to write, but it’s all fragmented
I knew what to write this morning. I had two great ideas.
And then I came to work, and worked, and got busy, and learned that I have a
new cousin, and now I can’t remember what I was going to write.
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