fly-by-posting: 2024/05/30
Last weekend I accidentally hiked to the top of a mountain. Now, whenever I turn that direction and see it, I feel like it’s taunting me.
Last weekend I accidentally hiked to the top of a mountain. Now, whenever I turn that direction and see it, I feel like it’s taunting me.
Had to have a scary (to me at least) procedure the other day, but all the nurses make me feel super safe and cozy. Thank you, nurses!
Quick update for all those who don’t regularly stare at the top menu-bar of this site: I recently posted up two new static pages for the site! One is a Stories page. It has a list with links to all of the stories I currently have out and available (all 1 and ½ of them!). And the other is an FAQ page. It is currently populated with answers to three questions nobody’s ever actually asked me before! I am doing…
So, here’s a crazy thing. I’m writing this on a Wednesday, and as I left work today I was actually feeling a little excited about my job. This shouldn’t be a crazy thing. I work in Astronomy, as a Scientific Programmer, which is a combination of two things I really, really like and am good at. However, for a variety of reasons, not all of them to do directly with my job (you can probably guess one or two), the…
It’s definitely spring time when the gutters around the edges of the parking lot are filled with drifts of pink petals.
Noooo! I broke the palindrome! (hash-tag: this is why numerology will never die)
One of the nice things about watching clouds move is that it reminds me of Fluid Dynamics…the storms on Jupiter…planet forming nebulae. It connects me with my awe.
Yay! I get to start a new color! …It is also blue. #crossstitching
These stories are all apropos of nothing. I offer them merely for the sort of entertainment one gains from truly random things. 1.1 How I learned coincidences that span the globe are just like other coincidences. So, it happened like this. It was my senior year of college, and someone in my belly-dance class had invited me to tag along to a hafla, which is just Arabic for ‘party’ and was pretty much just a group of other college students…
Just a little morning commute blizzard.