I relate to this more than I want to admit.
Yes, this is how I cook.
HOW DO YOU KNOW???
I want to make webisodes about this. With photolodico and swordgirl.
Slept in until 8. Eating steelcut oats with strawberries, french press coffee from guatemala, and leftover quiche (I’m on a kick). Plan to take a longish run, do some ironing, make a salad for a potluck later. Ahhh.
People I could be friends with. In fact, am friends with.
The really dangerous ones are those who can’t say no cleanly - whose vanity makes them want to be liked even as they disappoint.
In your life you meet people. Some you never think about again. Some, you wonder what happened to them. There are some that you wonder if they ever think about you. And then there are some that you wish you never have to think about again. But you do.
Being trapped in my home due to an apocalyptic storm is the best Monday I’ve had all year.
I’ve spent about 8 of the last 24 hours on hold. US Airways isn’t answering their phones…
Most of our childhood is stored not in photos, but in certain biscuits, lights of day, smells, textures of carpet…
Common Humanity: 1.75
Overall score: 2.62
Does that sound too opulent to make for a Saturday morning movie with clients? Should I make pretzel buns instead and just buy some fresh fruit? Oh Deb, when I first started reading your blog I had no idea I would be facing such dilemmas.
It’s about misunderstandings between people and places, being disconnected and looking for moments of connection. There are so many moments in life when people don’t say what they mean, when they are just missing each other, waiting to run into each other in a hallway.
[A]ll forms of love come with characteristic sufferings and lonelinesses: Every form of love has its own kind of cross.
— Eve Tushnet, The Botany Club: Gay Kids in Catholic Schools, The American Conservative (via Godthings, via discourseoflove)