Archive for August, 2013
headed home
Should be fun, I hope. We’re headed off to Philadelphia, for my parents’ 50th anniversary party, to get some nephew face-time (and not in Apple’s sense of the word) before he grows out of all recognition, and to celebrate Rosh Hashanah with my family. Used to be I used the word “home” to mean the […]
tangles and history
Apparently sometimes less is more in zentangling – only three patterns in this one, but that seemed better than adding more. On more weighty topics, there have been lots of good articles (and a nice Google doodle today) on the 50th anniversary of Martin Luther King Jr’s “I Have a Dream” speech. It’s funny: I […]
The Second Mango: a commentary
A friend of mine had a book published last week. This is not going to be a review, but rather a comment; I liked it OK but I’m not the right audience to fall in love with it. I think I know who might be, though; at least I can offer some parameters. The book […]
the new normal
Work has been eating my life. Not that it’s been terribly stressful or that I’ve been working horribly long hours: there’s just this big chunk carved out of every day that I’ve had to myself for the last six months, and yet the cleaning and cooking and exercise and necessary mental vegetation time all still […]
Still here
The new job continues apace. I’m still figuring our where I fit in – everyone, including me, has a different idea of what my job should be (they did have someone else in this role but he left a while back and there’s been a merger since then, and I don’t think he was here […]
Sirens, anyone?
So now that I have income again, I’m seriously thinking about attending Sirens, in October. I’d probably not be able to go until Friday afternoon (sigh, missing those 41 days of vacation I got in the Netherlands) so I can’t take the airport shuttle and would need to steel myself to drive it, and since […]