I recently posted a bunch of old photos on molblog, and this reminded me of JUST HOW MUCH I love seeing people's old photos. Then, a few of us had a blast doing this last night. Now I want more! So, let's see 'em! Drag it out! I want to see you!

Me at ~6 months:

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Sent to me by the incomparable spike, who kept me a distant sort of company while I exploded 30 years' worth of family photos all over his house yesterday in order to organize them:

Back to the Future: retakings of old family photos. I just discovered two of those in my own stash; perhaps I will post them later on ( Read more... )

regyt asks why the world doesn't have a meme where everyone leaves screened comments with what they want to say to to the poster but haven't yet for whatever reason -- and I say, indeed, why not? So! Tell me anything you want me to know - about me, about you, about your mom, whatever you like ( Read more... )

What was the first piece of recorded music you ever owned, and in what format?

Not counting all of my records as a kid, the first thing I bought as a 'grownup' music consumer (age ~12) was a cassette single of Kylie Minogue's "The Locomotion".

I don't remember the last non-Burning-Man time I went for five days without internet access. I wrote some letters. It was nice. I just finished reading my email -- most people weren't expecting to hear from me, so it didn't take long or anything. So, all in all: internet hiatus successful. Vacation lovely. Natalie still perky, France still French, ( Read more... )

I've felt like this before.

It is always a strange relief to me to discover that someone else has/does precisely the same weird brain tricks I do. Which is good, because I have a bunch of them ( Read more... )

Parenting link of the day, mostly for my own reference: Ignore your child, but do it lovinglyIt has come to my attention that I mostly only talk about the good stuff. I admit it is a bit of a habit; I find fun more interesting to share than pain. But I don't mean to give an inaccurate picture of what all of this is like. For all that N is cute and ( Read more... )

When I was growing up, I always wanted to get snowed in. I lived in central Maine, so we got plenty of snow, but only people in Alaska and the Yukon got to be "snowed in". Them, and people at ski lodges in sitcoms. In my mind, in order to be snowed in, you had to see a wall of snow when you opened the door. Snow had to be piling up around your ( Read more... )