I.m more than pissed. .Furious. is an apt word ( Read more... )

I promise, I'll get bored taking pictures. Until then, though...

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Okay, I’m going to make an effort to update my livejournal more. My problem has always been a couple of things. First, it’s been my belief that I am fundamentally a boring person. Steady, stable, (often) dependable, but by and large pretty boring. I’m okay with that, but does anyone really want to read about it? My answer has always been a ( Read more... )

My Mom called tonight. Her voice slightly hushed, sounding as if she’d been crying. She told me that Sue Dodson, wife of John Dodson who is the former pastor at the Los Altos United Methodist Church, died instantly in a car crash yesterday on highway 1. I didn’t know Sue very well, but I knew the intricate role she played in her husband’s life ( Read more... )

Here's what Anna and I have been working on for the last week and a half -- the re-media-tion projects. *sigh* they're done! I'm not saying they're great (well, mine isn't at least), but they're done. Towards the end we were getting a little punch-drunk -- Anna coined the phrase "Hunting the great brown toilet shark," for... oh, I don't know. ( Read more... )

I know I haven’t posted on here for, oh, eternity. I’m not missed, I know this too. But I do have two pictures ( I would like to share. )

I gave away my computer table today. I intended to give it away as part of our office painting/space consolidation, but the actual departure ( didn’t exactly take the form I expected. )

Tomorrow is Russian Easter. I dropped Anna off at work (she’s stuck doing inventory today), fueled the car and started home to finish cleaning and load our bags (and Shurik) into the car; we will leave for the south bay directly from Ridge. As I turned from highway 116 onto Neeley my pace slowed to a crawl behind a horse trailer. This is odd in and ( Read more... )

I walked down to the river today -No small feat these days. First, the path is still more creek than walk-way. After threading your way down the rocky path and carefully stepping on stones in the muddy little creek there is a new hindrance. The winter rains and the creek itself have conspired to wash out the path a good ten feet before the path ( Read more... )

It hasn't hit me yet ( Read more... )