you’ve seen here on the shelf. you’ve seen her in the cupboard. so i suppose it is only fair to continue the tradition.
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Monthly Archives: March 2002
parking lot
taken on a whim saturday morning.
resurrected
and wouldn’t you just know it? it’s one of those piddilingly annoying rainy days where it feels like some idiot is flicking water in your face from his freshly and wetly washed hands. ick. but what am i saying? my site is working again. or let me clarify, as the site has continued to work …
anywhere i hang my hat
since we are already on the subject of home, i decided to take the findyourspot quiz again. yeah, i know it is just a not-too-subtle way of collecting even more demographic information about me, but the results are always interesting. these are my top ten as of today:1. seattle, wa2. tulsa, ok3. carlisle, pa4. portland, …
friday five
today’s friday five from smattering.org is about home. 1. What makes you homesick? cold weather and a drafty apartment, knowing i was never cold in my old bedroom. the turning of fall leaves. the smell of freshly-cut grass. sun glinting at just the right angle off of a chrome bumper. 2. Where is “home” for …
one minute, forty-one seconds…
of lyrical longing and earnest harmony riding a good wave of acoustic bliss. listen.
it all comes back to dan
you know him. you don’t know you know him, but you do know him. dan nakamura. dan the automator. remember that gorillaz song that would just kinda melt into your head and stick everytime you heard it last year? you know the one. “i’m happy, feelin’ glad / i got sunshine, in a bag / …
fallen victim to a new toy
i was just innocently shopping for a portable mp3 player. i mean, i have tons of mp3s and i do burn them onto audio CDs for the car, but i would love to just have something to take when i walk or when i come in to work on the weekend or when i travel. …
oh, the memories
full disclosure: i was 8 in the fall/winter of 1980. the jcpenney and sears catalogs were prime reading at the time, always in a sacred and visible spot in the living room. we kept ours on a black hexagonal tablestand between two easy chairs, a piece of furniture made immovably heavy by the sheer volume …
