On birthdays, Facebook and #FirstSevenJobs

It's a conspiracy, you know, the whole birthday thing. A long, long time ago Egyptians celebrated the anniversary date marking when the Pharaoh became Pharaoh, transforming from him a man into a deity. Pharaoh was the only one who got a party, and the party wasn't on the day he was actually popped out of … Continue reading On birthdays, Facebook and #FirstSevenJobs

The story of everything.

The dog ate my boot. Understand that it is the nature of many, if not most, dogs to chew things. Sometimes they chew the things we human companions give them to chew. Rawhide bones. Squeaky plastic toys. Greenies for good breath. But often dogs also chew the things we humans absentmindedly leave lying around: Treasured … Continue reading The story of everything.

Joel, the list, the folder, the notebook, and OMFG.

Here's how you invent yourself: slowly, then all at once. Under my desk at work there are two standing file folder holder things, one covered in red pleather, and one made of cream-colored cardboard, screen printed in soft aqua and labeled on one side... well, I actually can't remember what's on the side I can't … Continue reading Joel, the list, the folder, the notebook, and OMFG.

Warning. (AKA “the year I accidentally bought a purple bra for Christmas”)

This story will be less risqué than you might fear, or hope: I bought myself, sort of by accident, a purple lace bra for Christmas. We were out looking for stocking stuffers and standard Santa fare, my daughter and I, trying to get it all done in one single open-air-mall expedition because I quite hate … Continue reading Warning. (AKA “the year I accidentally bought a purple bra for Christmas”)