Monday, May 11, 2015

Winner, winner, chicken dinner



The Dash may have lost (and in fact did, no maybe about it), but this morning I promised my boy Chick Fil-A on the way home no matter the outcome, so in his eyes it was a victory nonetheless.

Also of note: this means his grudge against the team for the whole Warthogs-into-Dash move has been released after a paltry 7 years. He's softening!

The Betrayers Dash

Saturday, May 09, 2015

Laundry list


stuffs to look at this weekend...

Heading to DC this spring/summer, and want to do something different?

Geeky wedding ideas from ThinkGeek

The winning photographs from the 2015 Audubon Photography Awards

The graying of a prisoner population sentenced under mandatory sentencing
“There are countless ways that the aging inmates, some with dementia, bump up against the prison culture,” she said. “It is difficult to climb to the upper bunk, walk up stairs, wait outside for pills, take showers in facilities without bars and even hear the commands to stand up for count or sit down when you’re told.
And the Most Beautiful Dog in the World is... Rex - ADOPTED!

The eggcorn database

The ghost city deep in the Brazilian jungle and the Japanese man who tends it
“It smelled of jaguar urine back then, but it was obviously a place of riches at one point, where people dined on porcelain from England and consumed Cognac from France.”

Tuesday, May 05, 2015

all we lack


All we lack is fireflies and our contentment will be complete.

Our shoes will be shed as soon as we get home, and we will don t-shirts from places we've loved.

We will sit outside and talk about the day's events; our conversations will meander.

My husband will check the grill so the onions don't burn up, while the dogs lope around the bushes in an endless game of chase.

At dusk we will hear a rustle in the sky and look up in time to see small bats fly overhead.

George will rock in the hammock, its edges wrapped over him like a tamale.

His brother will try to shoot baskets in the dark and laugh when he cannot.

All we lack is fireflies.

Saturday, May 02, 2015

Laundry list

Thruway

stuffs to look at this weekend...

How Western media would cover Baltimore if it happened elsewhere
The (United Kingdom's) foreign ministry released a statement: “We call on the American regime to rein in the state security agents who have been brutalizing members of America’s ethnic minority groups." Britain has always maintained a keen interest in America, a former colony.
University of Chicago's Zombie Readiness Task Force 




In the case of Work v. Life, we find for both parties
Ms. Simon is a partner at the Geller Law Group, a six-woman firm, the founding credo of which is family-friendliness and whose stance on office face time is best described as “militantly against.”
"DON'T SEE ME": Arthur, master of camouflage

Student and teacher portraits from a school's first yearbook

Tricks to Appear Smart in Meetings

Klutzy internationally
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"You must eat an elephant one bite at a time." - Twi proverb

Tuesday, April 28, 2015

Bowled over


I met SueMo here, of course. Here, on Life in Forsyth. She popped up early as an enthusiastic pro-local commenter, and we quickly evolved into friends.

Our friendship has gone through close times and more distant times through the years, as our lives have pulled us this way and that, but there has been one constant: our annual standing soup date.

For years now SueMo and I have together attended the Empty Bowls fundraiser at the Millennium Center, where we and a kablillion of our nearest and dearest help Second Harvest Food Bank by enjoying delicious soup and choosing a handmade bowl.

One year I gave my bowl to a friend who was going through a rough patch.

Another year I picked up one for my husband to put his change in at night.

Last year I searched high and low for the perfect bowl for the oldest's guitar picks.

But this year's bowl I am keeping for myself, on my desk at work, where it holds my sunnies and reminds me of my sweet friend.

(And that unbelievably tasty she-crab soup we had that one year.)

Monday, April 27, 2015

Goose nest, abandoned



GOOSE POPULATION GAINS HIGH LEVEL
(Headline from The New York Times)

Besides pollution and erosion
We now must face a goose explosion.
A glut of geese can play the devil
With national life on every level,
Especially in politics,
Where geese and government intermix.
This solemn thought I introduce:
The higher the level, the bigger the goose.

---Ogden Nash

Previously, same location

Thursday, April 23, 2015

Means might for life


I haven't seen the Dairi-o commercial run before a movie at the Grand in years, and yet that marketing campaign was so effective that even now my child is convinced that, in fact, Dairi-o is "where everybody eats."

I think that this will be the local commercial that stays with him the way the Jhoon Rhee Martial Arts commercial is famous among those of my generation who grew up in the Washington, DC area.

I guarantee you if I bumped into Jon Lowder or another such and said Jhoon Rhee he would immediately say Nobody bothers me! (to which the only appropriate reply is Nobody bothers me either! followed by a wink.)

Dairi-o!

Monday, April 20, 2015

before, after, future


Today I went to the YWCA for the first time since December 15th, the day that marks before and after.

Before December 15th, I could swim so many laps in so many minutes. I could walk so far, do so many crunches, lift so much weight on so many different machines. I could stay awake, remember everything, make mental leaps with ease and grace. My voice rose and fell, and the sides of my face matched, if not perfectly then decently well.

After December 15th has been a place of can't, no longer, and "new normal".

A few years back, the oldest wrote a poem about his life, entered it in a poetry contest sponsored by Central Library, and came in second. That particular poem is probably my favorite thing he has ever written.

Today, as I stepped out from the YWCA, saw the city and sky laid out before me, the last line of my son's poem sprang immediately and joyfully to mind.

I am from the future of wonderful.

Today marks the day I realized that once again I live there, too.

Saturday, April 18, 2015

Laundry list

Fourth Street, yesterday 12:09 PM

stuffs to look at this weekend...

What Winston-Salem needs is a shell
However, the new world of social media has further democratised the production and distribution of music. No longer the preserve of elite musicians, popular music is now being made by anyone, and played anywhere, whether this is online, or in public. The Acoustic Shells are a response to this context, bringing back an old ideal, an architecture that can represent ‘sound’, and the people that made it.
ZENA: WARRIOR PRINCESS! - ADOPTED!

Do you even know what kind of shell that is?

Cost guides for almost every home improvement spring project

How to participate in a clinical trial at Wake Forest Baptist

Helicopter Parents of Seniors, you have the next 4 months to internalize this article
The kids who have been raised by parents who watched their every move, checked their grades online hourly, advocated for them endlessly and kept them busy from event to activity to play date are tucked away in college. But that doesn’t mean their parents have let go. They make themselves known to schools, professors, counselors and advisers. And yes, college presidents.
 Add these to my bucket list, please

What's the difference between a crisp, a crumble, a cobbler, a slump and a buckle?

Wednesday, April 15, 2015

CLT



Check out this amazing door I saw in Charlotte, just one of a multitude of exciting moments in that city!

Monday, April 13, 2015

handy!


After the initial tetanus series, booster shots are recommended every 10 years. If you experience a puncture wound and it's been more than five years since your last tetanus shot — or you can't remember when you had your last tetanus shot — it's best to get the booster shot.

This past Saturday George and I took an exciting windchimes class at Sawtooth, during which we had to drill holes straight through copper pipe lengths.

Never mind. You already know where this is going, right?

OK, so at the time I washed my thumb and put some gooey anti-bac cream and a bandaid on it -- both entrance and exit wounds -- but now I am wondering if I should have gone to get a tetanus booster.

Honestly I maim myself so often it is hard to remember which injury last warranted a tetanus. And nine times out of ten, my hands are the ones getting whacked, stabbed, slammed, or what-have-you.

For example, The Windchime Incident of 2015 was actually the second self-wounding that morning. Before we even left for Sawtooth, I shredded my right index forefinger attempting to put the aluminum foil back in its box. BANNER DAY.

I looked up my inoculation history on mywakehealth, and my last tetanus was February 2, 2009, so, um, a little more than six years ago.

Then, just for fun, I looked that date up on here.

Ta-da!

I am beginning to think it will be a miracle if by the time I am an old woman I don't just have little stumps where my poor hands used to be.

Saturday, April 11, 2015

Laundry list


stuffs to look at this weekend...

Eric Perrotti not only plays an impressive multitude of stringed instruments, but he also spotted the vintage Avon cologne bottle shown above, knew instantly George had to have it, and gifted it to him. You know him well, sir.

If I swaddle my sophomore in this, will it help him in Chemistry?

Love in Google translation

What's with the nose jobs, North Carolina?

Well, I do believe I will have a slice of pie after all

Doc is, as Tyra would say, "smizing"

Kaleidoscopic jewelry is glorious

Gertie's Babies: sold at birth
Her adoptive father was told to stay in the car and keep the motor running. His wife went into a nondescript office building in Butte, Mont., where she met with the midwife, Gertrude Pitkanen, and was handed the hours-old infant and the afterbirth, offered a peek through a curtain at the young mother lying in a bed, and told to leave. The afterbirth was thrown out the window on the drive home, Ms. Docken was later told by her adoptive parents, who paid $500 for her that day.
Trajan's column explained in exciting claymation