it’s funny, i don’t feel like i read fast. sometimes i don’t feel like i can read fast enough when i get totally engrossed in something. and yet when i look up and make eye contact with those nearest to me, they are often shaking their heads in bemused wonder. *shrugs*
so yeah, finished all 608 […]
just call me the flash…
knowing my heart…
i would love to find a tai chi class, to work with an experienced instructor who could correct all the things i know that i am doing wrong. there are subtlties i’m missing and a million questions i’d love to ask someone regarding every bit of footwork and hand position in the form.
so i […]
philisophical me…
wow. didn’t realize it but i went pretty much the whole weekend without being on the net. how’s that for out-of-character behavior?
things happened, movies were watched, a dad was treated to breakfast. it was quite a nice weekend, though it did go by in a bit of a blur.
things are well, i guess. something is […]
constructive productive…
things are shifting once again, hopefully towards the happier end of the spectrum. got a lot accomplished today, the second sunday in a row where i’ve been able to do that. huzzah.
the studio is in a state of flux at the moment as some new furniture comes into the house and we swap things around. […]
happy imbolc!
Brigid’s day, the day of new beginnings and the start of spring!
and fuck me if it isn’t snowing. our first real, honest, multiple incher. let it never be said that pagans aren’t the optimistic type.
‘La Fheill Bride boidheach Cunntar spreidh air mointeach. Cuirear fitheach chon na nide, ’S cuirear rithis […]
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sometimes i lay in bed before getting up and dream up the ultimate computer network for our house. it involves a computer-run media center, many redundant terabytes backup drives and a big networked laser printer.
what can i say about this book? it's a lovely memoir of julia child's arrival in paris, her journey learning the language and discovering her life's passion in cooking.
the whole story is special to me, having grown up watching her show on television. mrs. child taught me a great many things about cooking (including the fact that mistakes are okay) and her warm, engaging style comes through in the text. i could hear her warbly voice in my head the entire time i was reading.
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