A long time ago, I used to do a series of posts called Farmers Market Saturday. I'd take my DSLR to the market with me. Eventually, I tapered off at this, both because everything becomes boring eventually, but also, because my interest in running on Saturday mornings became more important to
I'm unfortunately sick, again. I wish my immune system would start behaving, but it's really not. It doesn't help that I keep hanging out with sick people. That's how this happened. I knew it would, but the timing is pretty rotten. I have a full schedule this weekend, including Bay t
Last night I made something up in the kitchen, and it was super tasty. I must say: I'm pretty proud of myself for this one. I was inspired by fresh veggies and herbs as well as Tuscan soups. What do you call a soup that doesn't sit in broth? I guess it's a sautée, thanks internet! Noth
(Aquatic Park, Berkeley, as seen from my lunch run today) Reading : I've been reading The Rise and Fall of the Third Reich all year so far, but lately I haven't been reading anything because I am really burnt out on it. It's pretty much the most dense book in the universe. I also ju
(as seen on a walk this afternoon) There used to be a time, years ago, when I would come here and just start writing . That appears to have been lost on me for a while now. Why do I fear expressing myself so much? I think it's leftover anxiety from last year, fearing what people would think
Well, here I am again, back to post the rest of my backlogged Project 365 photos. In case you mistakenly thought I was sane, I must confess that for some reason I really love that the first photo in this set is right on April 1st. Something about that seems really neat and tidy, to have it be the fi
I realized earlier today that it's been nearly a month since my uncle died (Monday will mark one month). I feel like I've been in some kind of alternate reality time travel situation over the last month. It at once feels like yesterday and an eternity since my family's life was so disrup
I don't know how I'm doing. I guess I'm doing OK most of the time. Which is to say -- I'm probably not OK, but I keep it below the surface most of the time so that I can go ahead with my everyday life. It's one of those things. Grief is weird. I'm ready to be over it, but
