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a few photos from my dad
May. 23rd, 2011 12:01 pmI sent boxes and boxes of my dad's photos off to be scanned. They're still working on them, but sakes alive do I have a lot to wade through.
Still, ( a few selections )
Still, ( a few selections )
three things still make a post
Aug. 2nd, 2010 11:35 amSomeone in the elevator was wearing my mom's favorite perfume this morning. She was also wearing a suit my mom would have loved -- but she was my age, which is probably the age she was when I imprinted on that perfume.
My current favorite reusable coffee mug at work looks like a disposable paper cup. I actually love drinking out of the squishy silicone lid, in exactly the same way that I love smooshy rubber keys on calculators and easy-grip handles. Occasionally it gets admiring comments, but I have to wonder if appearing to have a throwaway coffee cup reduces the quiet advocacy potential of reusable mugs in a workplace that strongly encourages the use of disposables.
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aroraborealis sent me an adorable image, and now I want to paint little things like this all over:
My current favorite reusable coffee mug at work looks like a disposable paper cup. I actually love drinking out of the squishy silicone lid, in exactly the same way that I love smooshy rubber keys on calculators and easy-grip handles. Occasionally it gets admiring comments, but I have to wonder if appearing to have a throwaway coffee cup reduces the quiet advocacy potential of reusable mugs in a workplace that strongly encourages the use of disposables.
aroraborealis sent me an adorable image, and now I want to paint little things like this all over:(no subject)
Mar. 5th, 2010 12:57 pmThis morning I woke up from a dream where I was sitting on the couch in my current livingroom with my mom. We had our arms around each other and were chatting and she seemed sad. My dad came home and they exchanged some empty words, and he went upstairs; then, I held her and she started crying because they'd grown apart and would probably get a divorce if it wasn't for me. I held her a while, happy that I could be an adult daughter and a comfort, but so, so sad for her. Then I woke up and they were both still dead. It's probably about the job thing, but still -- I woke up shaking.
As always: love 'em while you got 'em, love 'em the best you know how. Be gentle: we are all so beautiful and so fragile, even when we are fucking up.
As always: love 'em while you got 'em, love 'em the best you know how. Be gentle: we are all so beautiful and so fragile, even when we are fucking up.
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