There were 12 gypsy moths on the screen when I took this picture. There are 15 there now, at 9:30 PM. They're harmless, soft, barely alive it seems. You can get up close to them, even touch them, and they won't move.
Sunday, November 19, 2006
Infestation.
There were 12 gypsy moths on the screen when I took this picture. There are 15 there now, at 9:30 PM. They're harmless, soft, barely alive it seems. You can get up close to them, even touch them, and they won't move.
Saturday, November 18, 2006
I did it.
I slept with my window open last night. I had a nightmare, but having fresh air when I woke up helped me get over it.
Friday, November 17, 2006
Justice.
It stopped smelling like winter after my last post. Last night when I left work, it was 71º F. It felt...balmy. I wanted to take my turtleneck off (but didn't). I love balmy.
Last night, I slept with a window open and dreamt with the drone of rain and the smell of sweet breeze. Tonight, it's already too cool to do that again. (But I may try.)
Last night, I slept with a window open and dreamt with the drone of rain and the smell of sweet breeze. Tonight, it's already too cool to do that again. (But I may try.)
Thursday, November 02, 2006
Leaving work today...
It smelled like winter for the first time this year.
It's too soon. I haven't started my Christmas shopping yet.
I don't want to put another year behind me.
I didn't create enough memories this year.
How much more can I cram in to the next two months?
It's too soon. I haven't started my Christmas shopping yet.
I don't want to put another year behind me.
I didn't create enough memories this year.
How much more can I cram in to the next two months?
Tuesday, October 31, 2006
Happy Halloween.
Message to all cyclists:
Wearing your riding gear as a Halloween costume is SO cheating!
(Skiers, pilots, scuba divers, mountain climbers...I'm looking at you, too.)
Wearing your riding gear as a Halloween costume is SO cheating!
(Skiers, pilots, scuba divers, mountain climbers...I'm looking at you, too.)
Wednesday, October 04, 2006
Re-sent-ment.
I've been setting aside a few minutes each day to be annoyed at people who don't update their blogs. If you're taking up space on the Internet, if you have an audience checking in for updates, darn it, finish what you start, people! I mean, look at this guy. Hasn't missed a day since 1997. Now there's a dilligent man. (Check out his video podcasts, too.)
But then I realized that I'm no better. I've always thought of this Blogger blog as a placeholder, a way to reserve my cool my_name.blogspot.com URL. A dress rehearsal for the marvelous, celebrated, real blog I'm going to write someday.
Bunk. I'm taking up space on the Internet. I've written a first entry (albeit a boring, preachy, holier-than-thou one). There could very well be some poor, misguided soul checking back to see if I've written anything else. Life is not a dress rehearsal. I have a blog, and I darned well better be updating it. So that's what I'm doing now.
There's another type of netiquette: email netiquette. Recently, a family member--okay, my dear ol' dad--emailed me. Nothing that requried an urgent response; indeed, no actual questions for me. So I took my time answering it. It was, in fact, a reply to an email of mine that in turn required no answer. Just a plain ol' "good roads and fair weather" message. A few days later, my dad reforwarded his missive to every email address he had for me. Every email I address I own, in fact. Clearly, he wanted a response.
My immediate reaction was annoyance. I would have written him back as soon as I had something pertinent to add, but that was up to me. The ball was in my court, and I didn't need anyone dictating when to volley it. But my embètement rapidly faded, as I realized how totally cool my paternal correspondent's action was. By reforwarding the message, he was saying, "No offspring of mine would be so oafish and thoughtless as to leave personal, lovingly written correspondence unanswered for 56 hours. My girl is made of better stuff than that. So I'm giving you the benefit of the doubt. Perhaps it was just a simple oversight, or my bad for using the wrong email address in the first place."
I answered my dad's re-sent email before the end of the day. It didn't require a response, but I wrote one anyway. Because you know what? I am made of better stuff than that.
But then I realized that I'm no better. I've always thought of this Blogger blog as a placeholder, a way to reserve my cool my_name.blogspot.com URL. A dress rehearsal for the marvelous, celebrated, real blog I'm going to write someday.
Bunk. I'm taking up space on the Internet. I've written a first entry (albeit a boring, preachy, holier-than-thou one). There could very well be some poor, misguided soul checking back to see if I've written anything else. Life is not a dress rehearsal. I have a blog, and I darned well better be updating it. So that's what I'm doing now.
There's another type of netiquette: email netiquette. Recently, a family member--okay, my dear ol' dad--emailed me. Nothing that requried an urgent response; indeed, no actual questions for me. So I took my time answering it. It was, in fact, a reply to an email of mine that in turn required no answer. Just a plain ol' "good roads and fair weather" message. A few days later, my dad reforwarded his missive to every email address he had for me. Every email I address I own, in fact. Clearly, he wanted a response.
My immediate reaction was annoyance. I would have written him back as soon as I had something pertinent to add, but that was up to me. The ball was in my court, and I didn't need anyone dictating when to volley it. But my embètement rapidly faded, as I realized how totally cool my paternal correspondent's action was. By reforwarding the message, he was saying, "No offspring of mine would be so oafish and thoughtless as to leave personal, lovingly written correspondence unanswered for 56 hours. My girl is made of better stuff than that. So I'm giving you the benefit of the doubt. Perhaps it was just a simple oversight, or my bad for using the wrong email address in the first place."
I answered my dad's re-sent email before the end of the day. It didn't require a response, but I wrote one anyway. Because you know what? I am made of better stuff than that.
Monday, September 11, 2006
I'm disappointed.
I'm disappointed because:
- more people didn't update their blogs for the fifth anniversary of 9/11.
- our President had a chance to make the world a stronger, more peaceful place in the wake of that tragedy, and chose to make it a more dangerous, more wounded, sadder place instead.
- my fellow Americans re-elected him.
- so many people still believe we "had this coming to us" and that it makes us "just like everywhere else now."
[Does anybody deserve what happened on 9/11? Isn't America still just America?]
- life is back to normal.
- more people didn't update their blogs for the fifth anniversary of 9/11.
- our President had a chance to make the world a stronger, more peaceful place in the wake of that tragedy, and chose to make it a more dangerous, more wounded, sadder place instead.
- my fellow Americans re-elected him.
- so many people still believe we "had this coming to us" and that it makes us "just like everywhere else now."
[Does anybody deserve what happened on 9/11? Isn't America still just America?]
- life is back to normal.
Thursday, June 29, 2006
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