May
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May 16, 2007
Hello from Cupertino, which someone described to me earlier this evening as: “If you think of the Bay Area as a wang, you’re in the glands right now—Cupertino is like the taint.” I have no idea if this is geographically or philosophically accurate, but our drive here from the airport was quite pleasant. I saw a deer, even.
It always feels so weird to be in a hotel room by myself, like I’ve been transported to some other universe where everything is made out of veneered balsa wood and the bathroom fan is bizarrely loud and everything familiar is a million miles away. It’s lonesome. I miss my family.
And at the same time WOO HOO! I’M ALL ALONE! I have free wireless and a can of macadamia nuts filched from the ‘refreshment center’ and a pile of magazines and I can sleep sideways on the bed if I want. O, the luxury.
3 random things:
Thing the First
The internet is freaky. I saw Mighty Girl had linked to Sarah Hepola, who is a writer I have long admired (and was too shy to approach at JournalCon in Austin) and is thankfully now blogging again (you must read!), and then I followed a link from Sarah’s blog to one of her articles at the Morning News, where she linked to a video of my good friend Jen’s son Theo (Theo is totally a viral video star now, by the way). So random! Six degrees of the blogosphere.
Thing the Second
I have long resisted Battlestar Galactica, despite my similar resistance to Firefly and my eventual total devotion to that show. Well, I watched one episode on my iPod earlier (from season 1) and wow, it was REALLY good. I hate it when I drink the Koolaid so late in the game.
Thing the Third
JB said Riley asked for Mama tonight, and oh man, you have no idea how good that makes me feel. Sometimes I think I’m just a cherry on the delicious sundae that is JB, but that’s okay. As long as my boy loves maraschino, too.
May
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May 15, 2007
Hey, how about some photos? OH TWIST MY ARM.
Ah, the refreshing smell of a remodel.
Our carport is nearly gone now. This is where the new living room will be.
Someone is awfully suspicious of that carefully balanced shoe.
He didn’t want to wear his new shoes either on his feet or head, but he really wanted me to brush the dirt off his toes.
There is nothing better than a joyous, screaming-with-laughter kid. Almost makes up for all their less desirable qualities.
Lastly:
Well I’ll be damned. White men CAN jump.
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