Month: March 2012

I have read Tears of the Giraffe, and it doesn’t deserve this fate. I’ve never read anything by Anthony Trollope, so I can’t speak to that, but I do like the way the table is resting squarely in the center of the woman’s face.

I’m not sure exactly what was happening here. It was some kind of chess club thing. The guy in the middle was playing against all the people sitting down. I’m not sure if they were club members, or if they were strangers to each other. There didn’t seem to be a lot of interaction going on, aside from this guy coming around to take his turn.

we got this plant from my grandmother when she moved out of her condo and in with my mom…10 years ago? something like that. it’s doing remarkably well, even putting out these little fruits on a regular basis. we have no idea what it’s actually called.

such a long name for such a little bird. I like budgies, they’re cute. but I don’t want one in my house or anything.

in the walk-in closet (or the Christopher Walken Closet, as we call it) my summer clothes await.  not much longer, my little friends….

had a fabulous time this evening hanging out with coworker-friends old and new. 

perhaps in honor of the first day of google’s new privacy policies. but more likely because I thought a whole bunch of googly eyes was funny.