The Malaysian government is very, very (very) interested in lumber. Very interested.
Today's earrings: turtles, other turtles
Bedtime reading: The Atlantic, January/February 2008
Showing posts with label Atlantic. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Atlantic. Show all posts
Friday, January 18, 2008
Thursday, January 17, 2008
Striped Maple

Image from http://mareltrout.net/gardens/Plants2.cfm?PlantID=22
Today's earrings: Moose, wood rounds
Bedtime reading: The Atlantic, January/February 2008
Wednesday, January 16, 2008
It's a jungle out there
Poor Kit. I do hate these team challenges.
Today's earrings: monkeys, alligators
Bedtime reading: The Atlantic, January/February 2008
Today's earrings: monkeys, alligators
Bedtime reading: The Atlantic, January/February 2008
Tuesday, January 15, 2008
Forward Planning
I think I've decided what I'm going to do for Lent this year. I think I shall resolve to eat breakfast every day. With luck, this will start a chain reaction that ends with less insomnia. It'll be a major change, though. I haven't eaten breakfast regularly since grade school.
Today's earrings: bees, typewriter keys
Bedtime reading: The Atlantic, January/February 2008
Today's earrings: bees, typewriter keys
Bedtime reading: The Atlantic, January/February 2008
Friday, November 16, 2007
In which I prevail upon the kindness of familiars
Got most of the way through today's work. Got most of today's errands done. Completely forgot to print out a copy of the hotel reservation. Can someone print out a copy of the hotel reservation?
And we must schedule a dramatic reading of that popular epic, Katy and the Big Snow. Sunday, yes? I've got the text; can someone bring the props?
Kisses!
Today's earrings: scarabs
Bedtime reading: The Atlantic, December 2007
And we must schedule a dramatic reading of that popular epic, Katy and the Big Snow. Sunday, yes? I've got the text; can someone bring the props?
Kisses!
Today's earrings: scarabs
Bedtime reading: The Atlantic, December 2007
Thursday, November 15, 2007
A little at sea
After a long and completely unproductive day at work, I went to Stacey's. [New Atlantic time.] I found myself in the basement, holding a bunch of books about trucks and staring at a copy of Katy and the Big Snow by Virginia Lee Burton. I remember staring at that title before. But I can't remember whether I actually bought a copy. So I bought the one in front of me. If they've already got it, I'll keep this copy to enjoy, and as a reminder not to buy it again. Everyone needs the story of the heroic and versatile Katy, right?
In less addle-pated news, I get to take the world-famous guided tour of the fabulous Dancing Square on Sunday! Woo-Hoo!
Today's earrings: compasses
Bedtime Reading: The Atlantic, December 2007
In less addle-pated news, I get to take the world-famous guided tour of the fabulous Dancing Square on Sunday! Woo-Hoo!
Today's earrings: compasses
Bedtime Reading: The Atlantic, December 2007
Tuesday, October 23, 2007
Monday, October 22, 2007
Work Without Hope
All Nature seems at work. Slugs leave their lair--
The bees are stirring--birds are on the wing--
And Winter slumbering in the open air,
Wears on his smiling face a dream of Spring!
And I the while, the sole unbusy thing,
Nor honey make, nor pair, nor build, nor sing.
Yet well I ken the banks where amaranths blow,
Have traced the fount whence streams of nectar flow.
Bloom, O ye amaranths! bloom for whom ye may,
For me ye bloom not! Glide, rich streams, away!
With lips unbrightened, wreathless brow, I stroll:
And would you learn the spells that drowse my soul?
Work without Hope draws nectar in a sieve,
And Hope without an object cannot live.
- - Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Today's purchases: Games, December 2007
The Atlantic, November 2007
Today's earrings: bees, crows
Bedtime reading: The Atlantic, November 2007
The bees are stirring--birds are on the wing--
And Winter slumbering in the open air,
Wears on his smiling face a dream of Spring!
And I the while, the sole unbusy thing,
Nor honey make, nor pair, nor build, nor sing.
Have traced the fount whence streams of nectar flow.
Bloom, O ye amaranths! bloom for whom ye may,
For me ye bloom not! Glide, rich streams, away!
With lips unbrightened, wreathless brow, I stroll:
And would you learn the spells that drowse my soul?
Work without Hope draws nectar in a sieve,
And Hope without an object cannot live.
- - Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Today's purchases: Games, December 2007
The Atlantic, November 2007
Today's earrings: bees, crows
Bedtime reading: The Atlantic, November 2007
Wednesday, October 3, 2007
*Waves*
Finally called C. He's out of the hospital. He had gone out to supervise a plant delivery this morning, and was home enjoying lying flat when I talked to him. Pain is not so bad, he says, and he's already eating better than he was before surgery. Dude is a total Zen Master about the whole thing.
I send these healing vibrations in his general direction:
~h~e~a~l~i~n~g~~v~i~b~r~a~t~i~o~n~s~~~h~e~a~l~i~n~g~~v~i~b~r~a~t~i~o~n~s~~~h~e~a~l~i~n~g~~v~i~b~r~a~t~i~o~n~s~~~h~e~a~l~i~n~g~~v~i~b~r~a~t~i~o~n~s~~~h~e~a~l~i~n~g~~v~i~b~r~a~t~i~o~n~s~~~h~e~a~l~i~n~g~~v~i~b~r~a~t~i~o~n~s~~~h~e~a~l~i~n~g~~v~i~b~r~a~t~i~o~n~s~
Today's earrings: scarabs
Bedtime reading: The Atlantic, October 2007
I send these healing vibrations in his general direction:
~h~e~a~l~i~n~g~~v~i~b~r~a~t~i~o~n~s~~~h~e~a~l~i~n~g~~v~i~b~r~a~t~i~o~n~s~~~h~e~a~l~i~n~g~~v~i~b~r~a~t~i~o~n~s~~~h~e~a~l~i~n~g~~v~i~b~r~a~t~i~o~n~s~~~h~e~a~l~i~n~g~~v~i~b~r~a~t~i~o~n~s~~~h~e~a~l~i~n~g~~v~i~b~r~a~t~i~o~n~s~~~h~e~a~l~i~n~g~~v~i~b~r~a~t~i~o~n~s~
Today's earrings: scarabs
Bedtime reading: The Atlantic, October 2007
Friday, June 22, 2007
it seemed like a good idea at the time...
...but I think it just means I haven't been getting enough sleep.
Today's earrings: deer, Inca dudes
Bedtime reading: The Atlantic, July/August 2007
Today's earrings: deer, Inca dudes
Bedtime reading: The Atlantic, July/August 2007
Thursday, June 21, 2007
Summertime, summertime
All day, the voices in my head have been singing Gershwin:
Summertime,
And the livin' is easy
Fish are jumpin'
And the cotton is high
and then The Jamies:
Its time to head straight for them hills
Its time to live and have some thrills
Come along and have a ball
A regular free-for-all
a dash of the Lovin' Spoonful:
Hot town, summer in the city
Back of my neck getting dirty and gritty
Been down, isn't it a pity
Doesn't seem to be a shadow in the city
then back to Gershwin:
One of these mornings
You’re goin’ to rise up singing
Then you’ll spread your wings
And you’ll take the sky
But till that morning
There’s a nothin’ can harm you
Don't you cry.
Hope everyone had a good solstice.
Today's earrings: strawberries, peapods
Bedtime reading: The Atlantic, July/August 2007
Summertime,
And the livin' is easy
Fish are jumpin'
And the cotton is high
and then The Jamies:
Its time to head straight for them hills
Its time to live and have some thrills
Come along and have a ball
A regular free-for-all
a dash of the Lovin' Spoonful:
Hot town, summer in the city
Back of my neck getting dirty and gritty
Been down, isn't it a pity
Doesn't seem to be a shadow in the city
then back to Gershwin:
One of these mornings
You’re goin’ to rise up singing
Then you’ll spread your wings
And you’ll take the sky
But till that morning
There’s a nothin’ can harm you
Don't you cry.
Hope everyone had a good solstice.
Today's earrings: strawberries, peapods
Bedtime reading: The Atlantic, July/August 2007
Tuesday, May 15, 2007
Lucky woman
Was innocently browsing the cheap racks in the window at Stacey's when I realized the office troll was peering over the case in front of me. Gave me quite a start. I go to some trouble not to trip-trap over his bridge, and here he was regardless. He started telling me about Strip Clubs He Has Known as I edged away... and then he asked to borrow the book that I hadn't bought yet when I was done with it.
12:10 am: called Mauritius Government Printing Office. Was transferred to Contact Person. I told Contact Person why I was calling; Contact Person told me she was on another call, I should call back in ten minutes, and hung up on me.
12:20 am: called Mauritius Government Printing Office. Asked for Contact Person, got Someone Else. Someone Else said that their fax number had changed, which explains why I haven't been able to get through, and gave me the new number. Someone Else gave me an estimate of how much the subscription would cost and agreed to fax it to our office. Someone Else didn't hang up on me, not once.
I think I like Someone Else better than Contact Person.
Today's book purchase:
The Atlantic, June 2007
Logorrhea, John Klima, ed.
Today's earrings: horseshoes, estrogen molecules
Bedtime reading: The Atlantic, June 2007
12:10 am: called Mauritius Government Printing Office. Was transferred to Contact Person. I told Contact Person why I was calling; Contact Person told me she was on another call, I should call back in ten minutes, and hung up on me.
12:20 am: called Mauritius Government Printing Office. Asked for Contact Person, got Someone Else. Someone Else said that their fax number had changed, which explains why I haven't been able to get through, and gave me the new number. Someone Else gave me an estimate of how much the subscription would cost and agreed to fax it to our office. Someone Else didn't hang up on me, not once.
I think I like Someone Else better than Contact Person.
Today's book purchase:
The Atlantic, June 2007
Logorrhea, John Klima, ed.
Today's earrings: horseshoes, estrogen molecules
Bedtime reading: The Atlantic, June 2007
Friday, April 13, 2007
Tangled webs
Spindles and spindle flyers, spinning ring and ring travellers
Shuttles
Reeds for looms, healds and heald-frames
Sinkers, needles and other articles used in forming stitches
- World Customs Organization
Today's earrings: spiders, webs
Bedtime reading: Atlantic, May 2007
Shuttles
Reeds for looms, healds and heald-frames
Sinkers, needles and other articles used in forming stitches
- World Customs Organization
Today's earrings: spiders, webs
Bedtime reading: Atlantic, May 2007
Thursday, April 12, 2007
Spring is here
Summer makes me drowsy
Autumn makes me sing
Winter's pretty lousy
But I hate Spring.
- - Dorothy Parker
Today's earrings: bees, flowers
Bedtime reading: Atlantic, May 2007
Autumn makes me sing
Winter's pretty lousy
But I hate Spring.
- - Dorothy Parker
Today's earrings: bees, flowers
Bedtime reading: Atlantic, May 2007
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