As promised, further personal reflections on the implications of taking on a Curator role for The Long Count at New Leaf.    I'm not entirely sure why I'm writing this in such a (semi-)public forum instead of just a regular old journal, but I think I need to understand it, and so I need a metaphor.  And I do my best metaphors for an audience.  That ( Read more... )

Today is my half-birthday.

I am 31 1/2 today,  half way to 63!

I know, I know.  A half-birthday?  Seriously?  Don't we have enough made-up holidays?

Well, this is different.  This is yet another piece of proof that my mother is a genius.   Throughout my childhood, we recognized half-birthdays with a card cut in half and singing every other ( Read more... )

Leap and the net will appear.

I discovered this nuggest of wisdom a few years ago, and I adopted it as my own when I quit my day job a year and a half ago.  And I am kind of overwhelmed today at how TRUE it is.

To wit:

Hours after I had left my day job for the last time, I got a call offering me (poorly) paid daytime work in a TYA show.  Never ( Read more... )

A few weeks ago, I posted a happy little feel-good entry about signposts, and knowing that you're on the right track when everything falls into place.

Today. Well, today is kind of the opposite.  Today I would like to theorize that when things get really really difficult, you know you are growing.  Because if things were always easy, nothing new ( Read more... )

Am I crushing on the GOMO?  It's possible.  (I wonder if he needs a new nickname, since the "O" is no longer an "M."  Ah, well.  GOMO he was, and GOMO he will stay.)  One of the side effects of boredom at work, I think.  And boredom elsewhere ( Read more... )

It's Advent.  We've talked about Advent before.  The liturgical equivalent of "wait for it..."   And all season long, this good old-fashioned hymn has been in my head.   So I thought I'd share.  At least the first verse:

"Watchman, tell us of the night, 
What its signs of promise are."

"Traveler, o'er yon mountain's height
See that glory beaming star."

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You're driving to a place you've never been before.  You're pretty sure you know where you're going, but you've gone to Google Maps anyway.  You have the directions printed out and sitting on the passenger seat.  You've just navigated a complicated intersection, maybe a traffic circle or a detour for construction, and now you're coasting along at a ( Read more... )

I think I have a friend-crush on the GOMO.  This amuses me.  I know that he's all MO, so it's no GO,  but he just makes me smile.  And I can't quite figure out why.  I haven't had a friend-crush in a while. Now we just need a friend-date and we're all set.

Yesterday, I realized that I miss Shakespeare.  I was trying to remember some of my lines ( Read more... )

Oh, the things for which I am thankful.  There are a lot of them.  Some highlights from the past week or so:

• My nephew's smile.  He is old enough to mean it.  And he does it a LOT.  I am also thankful for his thinking face, his "I want to stand up" face, his "I'm not sure if I like that squash" face, his "I wonder how this object tastes and if it ( Read more... )

Do you remember LIFE?  Not life, the thing we're all doing right now.  LIFE, the Milton Bradley board game.  And how the first thing you did after you spun the wheel to get a career was put a little blue stick with a head (or pink stick, if you like the ladies) in your car to be your traveling companion for the rest of your life.  Or your LIFE.

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