[originally posted at my author blog.]

My older sister Terri and her friends put on a variety show in the loft over our garage one summer.


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I was somewhere in the five-to-seven range of kid-dom, and my teacher was telling the class about instincts, about birds flying south and dogs barking at the moon. I was mesmerized by this concept of built-in encoding controlling behavior. I raised my hand. "Why don't humans have instincts?" I asked ( Read more... )

I stopped in the new coffee shop for a latte on my way that morning and there... There it was.

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I like socks. When did they become so unfashionable? The ladies at work never seem to have socks on. Their feet are bare over their flats, or in nylons, whether they wear pants or skirts. I assume there are socks under their boots and sneakers, but you can't be sure ( Read more... )

Maybe it's the cocktail of sinus and cough medication I'm taking, but I teared up when I saw Hyperbole and a Half is back. Her last blog entry was about severe depression and then nothing for months. I mean... not hard to connect the dots here. The poor thing ( Read more... )

As a bicycle commuter, there are a few things that drive me nuts. People who zoom out of parking lots/driveways without looking. Motorists who shout "get on the sidewalk". But when it comes to other cyclists, I really, really really hate when they zip past me when I'm stopping lawfully for a traffic signal or stop sign.


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Here's a representation of myself from every practice last week:


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I get very little done on days I have completely free from obligation. I suffer from IGAD: I've Got All Day. (I'm stealing this from a self-help book my mom had when I was a kid called "Sidetracked Home Executives". It was about becoming an organized housewife. I wasn't sure whether it was satire or not when I read it. Though, obviously, at ( Read more... )