tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-244171062012-02-16T17:00:04.150-06:00Evidence and WanderingsLife is generally calm and quiet, with moments of adventure and very long books. I enjoy writing about small adventures, and also about books.Sarah EJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10522997882695306720noreply@blogger.comBlogger1921100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24417106.post-4201579284911623012011-11-03T19:57:00.000-05:002011-11-03T19:57:08.090-05:00Don't get around much anymore...It is November.
Instead of moving, I'm finishing NaNoWriMo.
That's where I'll be.
Or on Twitter.
Or at my new job.
Which I don't start until the 14th, so am not jinxing with actual posts and info and whatnot.
There's a ton that I want to write about and hone and make concise and keep wandery and surreal and filled with links and staggered with images, but that will have to wait.
Now there isSarah EJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10522997882695306720noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24417106.post-51801163585932800982011-10-24T19:31:00.000-05:002011-10-24T19:31:27.340-05:00My world yesterday
Temptation - Marc Chagall
Elvira Resting at a Table - Amadeo Modigliani
Ballerina - Edgar Degas
Acrobats - Max Beckmann
Dinner
Sarah EJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10522997882695306720noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24417106.post-60100575797063403192011-10-22T10:35:00.000-05:002011-10-22T10:35:04.045-05:00PlaceholderI've become quite fond of this concept of late. Mostly because I've got things to do and there's just not enough space to make time at every moment for everything that I'd like to get done, but there is definitely time for all of it.
Working again, so fun with scheduling and availability and reading and watching the television and having lunch - did I mention lunch? Lunch is of good.
That's allSarah EJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10522997882695306720noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24417106.post-62778214710878010162011-10-18T17:20:00.000-05:002011-10-18T17:20:55.345-05:00To Honor the Catalogers. Sort of.<!--[if gte mso 9]>
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Have this instead:
Poussière from Poussiere LeFilm on Vimeo.
Thank you, Coilhouse.Sarah EJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10522997882695306720noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24417106.post-62087921567770530612011-10-12T11:20:00.000-05:002011-10-12T11:20:01.433-05:00In honor of the Catalog<!--[if gte mso 9]>
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The British Library is hosting a two day international conference to accompany their exhibition Royal Manuscripts: The Genius of Illumination - who's gonna send me?
Also from The British Library - Bob Dylan is up for a Nobel in Literature? Um. sure.
The Beat has their 31 Days of Halloween on, and this looks delightful - A Skeleton Story.
"The city Sarah EJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10522997882695306720noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24417106.post-91085032853303753742011-10-08T12:24:00.000-05:002011-10-08T13:35:23.278-05:00Rest and Thoughts of ceilings...
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Tickets are 10USD and include the use of an audio tour thingie. (I'm kind of up in the air about those - because they do/can provide background and also a way to not hear everyone else in the room (because you know how freaking Sarah EJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10522997882695306720noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24417106.post-59808634306895378082011-09-30T13:10:00.001-05:002011-09-30T13:10:43.376-05:00Inspiration is a bitch.<!--[if gte mso 9]>
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This is the most surreal thing I have ever read. (and it wasn't written by Warren Ellis. go figure.)
Has anyone ever heard of or made or had this? It looks fascinating and quite pretty, but also there is vinegar in it, so I'm asking around for opinions.
PhD makes me laugh a lot today. (and yes, I am Sarah EJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10522997882695306720noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24417106.post-41660521008882492912011-09-29T09:05:00.000-05:002011-09-29T09:12:40.492-05:00Adventures in Disconnection
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Sarah EJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10522997882695306720noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24417106.post-35198038330270224372011-09-21T16:15:00.000-05:002011-09-21T16:15:05.120-05:00We sightsee, therefore we are.Turns out, St. Louis is fantastic for seeing stuff.
The St. Louis Art Museum is free and will be hosting Monet's Water Lilies starting next month. Fridays are free, but you have to have a ticket, so I'm going to get on that pretty darn quick.
Learning a place without a constant online feed means that I've finally found a use for my constant need to pick up any piece of literature with a pretty Sarah EJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10522997882695306720noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24417106.post-22264872303535916452011-09-20T09:42:00.003-05:002011-09-20T09:42:55.334-05:00Hunting phone booksToday may not bring a phone book into my house. I would like it to. I would also like it to bring a phone call from the library saying that while I am deeply overqualified for the job, they need someone reliable to put the books on the shelves RIGHT NOW and can I please start Monday. Which, of course, I can.
However, today may very well bring a new city map into the house and will definitely Sarah EJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10522997882695306720noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24417106.post-60157655111737296202011-09-19T15:20:00.002-05:002011-09-19T15:20:47.464-05:00So. St. Louis. I'm totally here.and I really like my apartment. I'm not comfortable saying that I love it, because that may be jumping the gun a bit, and we all know how that's worked out for me in the past.
(for those of you who don't know - just guess)
Um.
That's all, really.Sarah EJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10522997882695306720noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24417106.post-5006603925755512372011-09-15T21:44:00.000-05:002011-09-15T21:44:47.475-05:00How you know the people you love love you, tooThey share with you ridiculous wonderfulness:
Prime Cuts of Unicorn Apron
How do you know the people you love love you, too?
Let's share....Sarah EJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10522997882695306720noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24417106.post-24589608338861771062011-09-12T11:24:00.001-05:002011-09-12T11:24:13.462-05:00Things that are awesomer than anything I'm going todayWell, I mean - never mind - today is for applying for jobs. Get into the habit, youngish woman! Yes.
However.
Scatterwood - new comic type excitement from brilliant artists who've been sharing character sketches for a while and then decided to up the ante. Loving this.
Coilhouse showed me this today:
Warren Ellis has a Three Panel Open happening.
This one won it for me.
LibraryThing (the Sarah EJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10522997882695306720noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24417106.post-27474968674245439242011-09-11T14:54:00.001-05:002011-09-11T14:54:54.438-05:00Busy doing ... stuff... like walking around in the world a little bit, doing the laundry, going to the library to pick up another book to read - did I mention that I've started reading a new book series? Yeah. It's gonna take a while. There are swords involved. And TV movies. with sweat and gratuitous shirtlessness (which, btb, is not sex-specific, just so you know)(you know)
Also, the date for the move in is Sarah EJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10522997882695306720noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24417106.post-12888367353047619702011-09-06T12:35:00.001-05:002011-09-06T13:39:10.955-05:00Up 1, still stymied & deja vuI have an apartment in St. Louis.
That is to say that once my check clears, I have the right to sign a lease on an apartment and move into it. As far as looking for jobs goes, it is the same thing to me.
However, I read something very cool in my Reader this morning and now cannot remember it because I did not click the thing with the star and so must wander through my day nagging the memory Sarah EJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10522997882695306720noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24417106.post-46013733792282191582011-09-05T18:51:00.002-05:002011-09-05T18:51:35.956-05:00The sounds of things in the worldThere are many elements of my childhood that I find it almost impossible to abandon. Some of them I even enjoy - reading aloud, or being read to is definitely at the top of the list.
Winter evenings my father read to us from Tom Sawyer and the Laura Ingalls Wilder books (in the living room by the fireplace as we sat on the floor in our pajamas with the dog and our stuffed animals (you may now Sarah EJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10522997882695306720noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24417106.post-16153801723511389932011-09-04T18:04:00.001-05:002011-09-06T13:37:02.650-05:00Durant & Bohemian cave artistsOnce upon a time, 2009, I think it was, when I was still writing the fictions, I came up with a story for the origin of the 7 Dwarves. It fit into a poem thing, like a ballad or a really long story-song only fit for performance by Arlo Guthrie, you know? It was not long after that I found that I had been preceded in telling that story (not entirely the same, but close enough) by someone much moreSarah EJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10522997882695306720noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24417106.post-68950864272464242252011-09-03T15:31:00.000-05:002011-09-04T19:10:59.801-05:00Foggy Day. With dampStillness is an ever absurd event. There is paralysis in stillness, and also landscape and surface and the smell of peas.
Yes. Peas.
The library is closed until Tuesday, but nothing closes sidewalks or hides the outside walls of buildings and the walking is pleasant. It is only a few blocks to the river and the lighthouse and the pier and the freezing plant for peas.
The experience of 'gettingSarah EJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10522997882695306720noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24417106.post-90884037628902013702011-09-02T11:40:00.000-05:002011-09-02T11:40:47.741-05:00Blog of love, anyone? Oh, Yeah...Found this at Wooster Collective. I've watched it multiple times. Because it is beautiful.
PINA - Dance, dance, otherwise we are lost - International Trailer from neueroadmovies on Vimeo.
Discovered that 9 Chickweed Lane is syndicated in the St. Louis paper. SWOONTIME. I mean, if I could find Pibgorn in print everyday, now that would be ... crazy talk. I have mad cartoon-succubus-crush on Dru.
Sarah EJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10522997882695306720noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24417106.post-44818179586189605122011-08-30T15:29:00.000-05:002011-08-30T15:29:27.463-05:00The propitiation continuesThe Moving Gods are fickle and demanding things that follow more closely Douglas Adams' theory ("There is a theory which states that if ever anybody discovers exactly what the Universe is for and why it is here, it will instantly disappear and be replaced by something even more bizarre and inexplicable. There is another theory which states that this has already happened.") than the changeless Sarah EJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10522997882695306720noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24417106.post-28815840447940656782011-08-29T14:15:00.000-05:002011-08-29T14:15:03.377-05:00Plan ... FibonacciFor the last few days, I've been very aware that I am starting a whole new thing in the life of me without a backup plan. I am not known for being excessively controlling, but I do like to be aware of my circumstances and the options that are available to me should the airplane I'm jumping out of decide to blow up with my purse in it. You know?
I forget about Mother Nature. She does not care Sarah EJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10522997882695306720noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24417106.post-66398450036800674222011-08-28T13:42:00.000-05:002011-08-28T13:42:25.044-05:00Two and a half daysI am revising cover letters today and doing internet research on book stores and other possible places of employment.
The laundry is done.
The list of items that must be not left behind is made.
We have a plan of driving and where to stay.
Tomorrow I make phone calls.
Lists exist and are relevant.
My nerves are not buying it. This is not the normal move. There is usually this zen that followsSarah EJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10522997882695306720noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24417106.post-23532248537312631192011-08-26T14:14:00.000-05:002011-08-26T14:14:46.370-05:00The cat, she makes me nervous with her calmFirst and foremost: please be safe in the path of bad weather!
The Beat has an article about the hurricane with useful sorts of links.
In other news, Ali Ferzat, a Syrian cartoonist, was attacked by thugs who beat him and broke his hands. As stated in The Beat's article: "Ferzat is recovering. In the meantime, please visit his website, and do what you can to promote and protect freedom of Sarah EJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10522997882695306720noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24417106.post-12121588224096538792011-08-25T13:31:00.000-05:002011-08-25T13:31:52.209-05:00The thing where nothing is really happening. YetBecause it will be happening. It will be happening in carloads - quite physically. There will be mapping directions and planning interviews and apartment viewings and then interior figuring and domestic economy engineering and finding places for all of the books (mind you, I am only bring 9 (maybe 10) boxes of books to the new place)(not including the ones that have books as padding). This will Sarah EJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10522997882695306720noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24417106.post-57806452520556275012011-08-24T11:45:00.000-05:002011-08-24T11:45:18.647-05:00How I find myself on GoogleI am not always super brilliant (never dull, but sometimes not entirely brilliant) and when I created my blog's URL was a not-super-brilliant moment. Not because it isn't hipster level clever, but because it's so freaking long.
Have you ever read it?
I mean, really read it?
www.independentthoughtavailable.blogspot.com
Do you see how rife with possible misspelling that is? Not to mention that ISarah EJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10522997882695306720noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24417106.post-12932820761010826272011-08-23T15:52:00.000-05:002011-08-23T15:52:53.123-05:00Sitting in a office where there are litter boxesIt isn't quite time for food for the cats here Chez My Parents.
They are, of course, dying of neglect and lack of laps and the seemingly endless work of other people unpacking boxes.
You would think the world had ended. It has. But that's really not the point.
My move happens next week. I like referring to it that way. Next week.
*shivers of joy*
Everything is basically up in the air about Sarah EJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10522997882695306720noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24417106.post-16497130113941696042011-05-15T13:20:00.000-05:002011-05-15T13:20:56.062-05:00Not exactly sure what's going on out thereThe weather and the calendar and my expectations for what they mean are all not matching up. It is May. It is raining, but it is not the beautiful welcoming rain of last summer and the air is cold and still requires blankets at night and slippers in the day.
The beginning of the week was so hot that the cats in our house did not even yell for food from our house/cat-sitter, and Boris is now Sarah EJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10522997882695306720noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24417106.post-72095461519100542862011-04-07T10:59:00.000-05:002011-04-07T10:59:17.612-05:00Smell of a drizzly morningIt was that first feel of ozone as I left work this morning. A greeting so familiar and hoped for and so surprising.
Today would be good for ...
Icelandbob's Music mix.
Keats' Endymion
Fellini: I'm a Born Liar
wings at Carson's
Cardamom tea
Charles Lamb's Essays
Monster Commute from the beginning
Blank-it from the beginning
OR
...adventure with ninja electron wearing galoshes and Sarah EJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10522997882695306720noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24417106.post-37934049722860548512011-04-06T15:46:00.000-05:002011-04-06T15:46:31.877-05:00An open apologyI know that I said I would send the check today, but that was before I knew that I would sit on a bench in a park reading Keats to a frog croaking in the creek.
There was chocolate.
The sunshine was warmer than the breeze and the only other people in the park were pleasant and headed to a bench to be with not me, just themselves.
This morning brought work, this evening brings more, and I am Sarah EJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10522997882695306720noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24417106.post-34060413398347228452011-03-24T22:34:00.000-05:002011-03-24T22:34:05.714-05:00Ah, summer. Ah, summer chick flicks ...Okay, that's not entirely true. Or fair. For two reasons: 1) Not all buddy road trip moves are chick flicks, and 2) that is not the blog I'm writing right now. I will write it (the one about how 'chick flick' as a referenced genre needs to be redefined to include those of us 'chicks' who would rather soak in lime than watch yet another normative romantic comedy with deeply troubled stereotypes Sarah EJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10522997882695306720noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24417106.post-55482624891041732082011-03-24T10:58:00.000-05:002011-03-24T10:58:34.671-05:00This is just how it isMy Lent-like ends on April 3. I've already decided on the meal that will break my Lent-like-en fast: Singapore Noodles from Happy Garden, the Chinese take-out on the corner. Even in a town this small, there is a corner Chinese take-out.
I gave up drinking, meat, smoking and not practicing yoga for my Lent-like (so-called because I defined the dates of beginning and end and do not observe the Sarah EJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10522997882695306720noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24417106.post-19384692360916334332011-03-20T21:40:00.000-05:002011-03-20T21:40:36.726-05:00Light thoughts on tactile livingThis has been wandering around in my thoughts since Friday, just waiting to build up enough steam and shape to get me to the internet and let me write.
It is lovely and new and very very real to hold conversation with awareness instead of fear or paranoia or irritation, no matter the other person. There is much to be said for the quality of conversationalists in my life, and for that I am Sarah EJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10522997882695306720noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24417106.post-65673006687326739172011-03-16T15:14:00.000-05:002011-03-16T15:14:57.315-05:00Quietly eventful WednesdayIt is the kind of a day that shows me the dust on the screen of my laptop like so many grains of the finest glass-making sand.
It is a day for thinking of Disaster Fatigue and how it is possible to approach such overwhelming chaos with gentleness and very deliberate energy allocation and love. Joyfulness is not merely the desperate laughter of morbidity overload, it is not the decision to turn Sarah EJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10522997882695306720noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24417106.post-67549252714552300352011-03-14T20:53:00.000-05:002011-03-14T20:53:07.012-05:00The cat is having a much needed time outNo Shadow Conspiracy Allusions today. I am working on it, but between one thing and another thing and blonds showing up at the door, the day got away from me.
Just when I was starting to forget to think about it, my friend Chris posted a link to photos of the devastation in Japan on the Boston Globe's site. Slab gone is a phrase I never thought I'd know. Much less use again and again and again Sarah EJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10522997882695306720noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24417106.post-67524354358431353002011-03-11T20:54:00.000-06:002011-03-11T20:54:42.662-06:00William Carlos Williams: TractTract
I will teach you my townspeople
how to perform a funeral-
for you have it over a troop
of artists-
unless one should scour the world-
you have the ground sense necessary.
See! the hearse leads.
I begin with a design for a hearse.
For Christ's sake not black-
nor white either-and not polished!
Let it be weathered-like a farm wagon-
with gilt wheels (this could be
applied fresh at small Sarah EJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10522997882695306720noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24417106.post-22186992352597337072011-03-11T10:07:00.000-06:002011-03-11T10:07:36.936-06:00Love Blog for March 11Ah, Friday! Ah, links!
For ways to help victims of recent earthquakes: New Zealand Red Cross, Global Giving project for Japan
For ways to keep informed: AlertNet; BBC Breaking News; National Oceanic and Atmospheric Administration
For something beautiful in the way of Bridges from Veronika Von Volkova
For something sketchy and refreshing in the way of known characters from Scott and Skottie
Sarah EJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10522997882695306720noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24417106.post-24031328207945245522011-03-10T16:47:00.000-06:002011-03-10T16:47:35.493-06:00The day that Steampunk changed my lifeI am a huge fan of the internet. There are amazing and wonderful things to find there. LibraryThing is one of them. And one of the many interesting and wonderful things that you can be on LibraryThing is an Early Reviewer. An Early Reviewer is someone who signs up to request a copy of a book that is listed by one publisher or another through LibraryThing with the understanding that upon receipt Sarah EJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10522997882695306720noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24417106.post-1194680081248155502011-03-08T14:53:00.001-06:002011-03-08T14:56:41.455-06:00How to start reading webcomicsAs happens with every personally familiar train of thought, I blithely assume that everyone I know has experience with the same set of stories, comics, formats, media, etc., albeit under individually defined circumstances.
As happens with relative frequency about this sort of thing, I am wrong. I feel it important to acknowledge that I am friends with a wonderful woman who also suffers from Sarah EJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10522997882695306720noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24417106.post-67921727565345234132011-03-03T16:20:00.000-06:002011-03-03T16:20:19.642-06:00Cities and their films that I loveI grew up in a city that I knew almost nothing about until years after I'd left it. I lived in a neighborhood of Irish Catholic Democrats, which meant that even though I'm a WASP by genetics and a Nebraskan by default, I'm still an Irish Catholic Democrat from Beverly. I even sang in the choir of a local Catholic church (outside of the parish where I lived).
The neighborhood we lived in, and Sarah EJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10522997882695306720noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24417106.post-88312019606059962352011-03-01T16:59:00.000-06:002011-03-01T16:59:09.896-06:00All our humble opinionsI finished a book yesterday, Books by Larry McMurtry, and did it knowing that I would write a review before sending the copy back to the home of a friend of mine, where it lives. I wrote the review, rated the book, and then delighted myself by reading other people's reviews. Most of them were from people who really didn't know what they were gong to get and found it insulting. I love those peopleSarah EJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10522997882695306720noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24417106.post-74134044708689500022011-02-28T12:52:00.000-06:002011-02-28T12:52:45.249-06:00A day with my booksA couple of weeks ago, flush with a paycheck from my part-time minimum wage job, and ignoring the valid and reasonable debts that I have, I decided to take the plunge and spend the 25USD to get become a lifetime member on LibraryThing.
I can't even tell you how pleased I am about this decision. Cuz here's the thing: I read a lot of books. A Lot of Books. Wait a minute, I need to back up a bit.
Sarah EJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10522997882695306720noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24417106.post-77054426676188845832011-02-27T11:00:00.000-06:002011-02-27T11:00:59.676-06:00Just one of those morningsI've begun practicing yoga again. Patiently and slowly and with all manner of understanding that because I am a crazy person, I will get far too into it without some kind of balance. I love meditating. I think that it is a wonderful way to spend an entire day. I also love cobra and leg stretches and would likely spend far too much time doing those as well.
Fortunately, I do have a sort of low Sarah EJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10522997882695306720noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24417106.post-40899980739154333032011-02-23T16:19:00.000-06:002011-02-23T16:19:46.731-06:00Thinking about Love and other regulated activitiesI started thinking about this blog as I was enjoying my Valentine's Day Week celebrations. As a single woman who lives with cats and her parents at the same time, there is some expectation that I'm to be bitter or apathetic or, at the very least, desperately obsessed with someone unsuitable, unlikeable and inaccessible. (We are, of course, going to ignore my revolving door of movie star crushes. Sarah EJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10522997882695306720noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24417106.post-43263616907715769262011-02-18T16:55:00.000-06:002011-02-18T16:55:43.968-06:00Fun with MisreadingsI enjoy those moments when the words my brain reads are only slightly similar to the ones that are printed for my reading convenience. For instance, one of the self-motivational things that Barnes&Noble sells reads something like Creating Your Life blah blah blah, and I read it as Cheating Your Life and then ignore the blah blah blah's because that's just fucking funny.
Today, in the midst of Sarah EJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10522997882695306720noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24417106.post-8452730277202603912011-02-09T11:08:00.001-06:002011-02-09T15:17:00.374-06:00Head in a Trashcan DayCold cold cold out there. Just like most February days.
I wrote in my journal this morning, a feat which lead to many smiles, and also to the search for a notebook as yet unfilled. I found one. And there was rejoicing in the land. Well, not in the land of Ethel, who has been following me around for the last several days just waiting for me to provide her with lap. She spent several minutes withSarah EJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10522997882695306720noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24417106.post-76702567074360008282011-02-08T20:44:00.000-06:002011-02-08T20:44:19.342-06:00The Most Beautiful Thing I Have Ever WrittenI just found this. I remembered writing it, but after I moved out of the apartment I lived in at the time, it seemed to vanish. As if it had never happened.
It had. It is real, and it is still beautiful, and I can no longer remember more about the writing of it than the clues I've left myself, the same clues I've left every reader. I am audience, weighted.
Context: Watched Simon Schama's PowerSarah EJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10522997882695306720noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24417106.post-50850367601581984092011-02-08T10:46:00.000-06:002011-02-08T10:46:54.957-06:00Tea for the morningnoaa.gov - my favorite weather website - showed information last night that made me decide that today is a day to not leave the house. At all. It is a day for reading and for drinking tea and maybe even jamming out to Bitches Brew while I finally begin the process of making room for Lent. More on that not right now.
The thing is, the tea kettle drips like a moody bitch.
Wait, I have to explainSarah EJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10522997882695306720noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24417106.post-76733097770991254862011-02-07T17:28:00.000-06:002011-02-07T17:28:38.574-06:00Links before supper!I smell cooking happening downstairs.
My stomach is made of macrame knots right now, but damn, does that smell good.
Beautiful things found in my feed:
Friends of the Pleistocene From their sidebar: FOP is dedicated to exploring the conjuncture between landscape and contemporary human activity at sites shaped by the geologic epoch of the Pleistocene (2.588 million to 10000 years BP).
serious Sarah EJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10522997882695306720noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24417106.post-81265398059782590422011-02-07T16:04:00.000-06:002011-02-07T16:04:09.198-06:00New stuff from last weekFor whatever reason, last week was the kind of week that brought good things on the drifts of snow that we all watched pile up and up and up. I am pleased to say that not only did most of it wait until late January to fall, but I'm pretty stoked for it to all leave and melt in the not too terribly distant future. Last winter was far too long and snowy for any mortal soul, and I'm ready for my Sarah EJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10522997882695306720noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24417106.post-42054256455564126292011-02-01T15:40:00.000-06:002011-02-01T15:40:41.335-06:00From the desk of meI've moved the furniture around a bit. Mostly in fits of irritation that I've accomplished so little else. Ever.
Also, I like moving furniture around. It's an environment thing. Every season saw a new arrangement in our living room, and I frequently moved the things in my bedroom about as well, in mimicry. I am good at a certain amount of mimicry.
I'm going to buy a very odd lamp and octagonalSarah EJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10522997882695306720noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24417106.post-41598556500805008272011-01-21T11:12:00.000-06:002011-01-21T11:12:44.933-06:00Too much Too much Too much!Which, of course, means: WIN.
(without the ! because then you're screaming it instead of simply making the very loud and confidant statement. which is what you're after: loud confidence.)
This blog is also known as Why I Love My Google Reader (it is important to stress that it is MY Google Reader and not anyone else's because no one else follows exactly the people that I do.)(did I mention the Sarah EJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10522997882695306720noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24417106.post-53869817619255884522011-01-20T14:43:00.000-06:002011-01-20T14:43:39.505-06:00An afternoon with too many wordsI am happy to say that my resurrected relationship with Netflix is going well.
Although I have to admit that the constant reminder that my tastes run to the 'witty' and 'quirky' and 'cerebral' is a bit galling on many levels (not least of which is the knowledge that no matter what I try to do, anti-intellectualism will always be a problem in my life (compared to things like hunger, rampant Sarah EJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10522997882695306720noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24417106.post-36584499554185442772011-01-16T10:58:00.000-06:002011-01-16T10:58:02.377-06:00Sunday blog of love.There's a cat on my lap.
My lap has been the site of a cat ever since I returned over a week ago. I am certain that the increasingly cold weather plays a huge role in their need to be on my lap, rather than any desire for companionship or need to make sure that I stay put whenever I am home.
Which is much less lately now that I have a job. Granted it is part-time and minimum wage, but it is a Sarah EJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10522997882695306720noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24417106.post-45076442993936032362011-01-11T13:17:00.000-06:002011-01-11T13:17:32.767-06:00Fog and The Taj Mahal
On a foggy chilly gray day in January, six of us stood with our guide and realized each in our own ways that yes, we were standing in front of the Taj Mahal. It's not entirely real, that. So many images and stories reach into life about the greatest tomb; a testament to true love, craftsmanship and mystery, that to think of marble, stone and streets lined with shops and hawkers, monkeys, street Sarah EJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10522997882695306720noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24417106.post-6746257497036046842011-01-09T09:59:00.000-06:002011-01-09T09:59:15.658-06:00The annual letterI have a very strictly defined epistolary relationship with myself. Every year, at the beginning of the year, I write a letter to me. After that letter is written, I seal it in an envelope with some note on the front like "to be opened no earlier than Jan. 1, 2011" and put it away. I then find and open and read the letter I wrote to myself the year before.
This tradition used to include the gameSarah EJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10522997882695306720noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24417106.post-44981446086942512562011-01-08T20:42:00.000-06:002011-01-08T20:42:05.764-06:00Back into rhythms that are new to meSpent the holidays traveling with friends. Went to a wedding. Did some sight-seeing. Slept for 12 hours on a train. Ate lots of good food. Got cranky at an officious bitch and a few unwanted 'helpful' types. All in all, a perfectly wonderful holiday.
And now I'm home and very certain about the future and what it holds and where it's going and what I need to do in it. Mostly, however, I am Sarah EJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10522997882695306720noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24417106.post-84597719453413130612010-11-29T17:46:00.001-06:002010-11-29T17:48:17.861-06:00It's the waiting that gets me...Christmas has landed at our house, and I'm glad of it, because I will be halfway around the world over the holiday and am indulging myself in vacuumed floors and sappy movies and family memories.
Except tonight. Tonight I am waiting in my office for the arrival of dinner guests. yes, it's hiding. of course, it's hiding. I'm a 37 year old English major who knits and watches TV shows obsessively Sarah EJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10522997882695306720noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24417106.post-49035651610585027052010-11-25T13:56:00.000-06:002010-11-25T13:56:55.287-06:00Harvest Feast and other autumn joysMy niece is upstairs communicating with her mother via Skype/phone/headphone/microphone 21st Century convenience technology. My parents, after my father made off with my brand new copy of Planetary (which I'm still reading, by the way), went to the grocery store because for some reason, we are out of sage.
I would use this time wisely and watch Castle online or read Lamb (again) or write lettersSarah EJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10522997882695306720noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24417106.post-48896978754232421882010-11-16T10:59:00.000-06:002010-11-16T10:59:38.780-06:00Here's something disturbingso, I was watching more of The Big Bang Theory (because apparently, I love this show. (See, here's the thing: it's never a good idea for me to 'love' a television show, I lack attention span for pop culture, cannot remember lines that are funny or meaningful on only one viewing and therefore must watch everything of the show that I find interesting until it ends or I get bored. In the case of Sarah EJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10522997882695306720noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24417106.post-55012608332441244662010-11-13T08:59:00.000-06:002010-11-13T08:59:59.526-06:00Saturday Morning (and afternoon (and evening)) Cartoons!First up, a whole show about how people who talk about stuff say things and what it means!
After the break, see it in action (given AND received (woo, baby!))!
More on the theme of The Value of Having Some Fucking Perspective, Folks!
Why actors shouldn't be President, presented by someone Living History As It Happens - gasp!
and, um, I like this group made of conjoined twins, so I putSarah EJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10522997882695306720noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24417106.post-20858302270839438972010-11-09T14:02:00.000-06:002010-11-09T14:02:38.323-06:00Fun without StumbleUponGormenghast
The Mapmakers and History HouseSarah EJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10522997882695306720noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24417106.post-73284282954434601672010-11-09T11:54:00.000-06:002010-11-09T11:54:03.390-06:00Abduction is my new favorite word"This procedure occurs in the decoding of known linguistic terms as well, when one is uncertain about what language they belong to. When someone tells me /cane!/ in an excited voice, in order to understand whether it is a Latin imperative («sing!») or an Italian holophrastic indexical proposition («dog!»), I must hypothesize a language as a frame of reference." page 40, Semiotics and the Sarah EJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10522997882695306720noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24417106.post-2139360422556773572010-11-05T16:05:00.001-05:002010-11-05T16:07:33.796-05:00Poet, heal thyself, with chocolate.It's a lovely fall day in Maryville, MO. Leaves are finally falling off trees in acceptable numbers, my mother can't leave the house without a hat, and all of the mouth-breathers in town are much easier to spot as they have yet to change into pants and jackets, thereby assuring that their baby-making bits will shrivel up and cease functioning.
I love autumn. I love a season that is so fantastic Sarah EJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10522997882695306720noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24417106.post-78131099955748249922010-11-04T12:56:00.000-05:002010-11-04T12:56:56.681-05:00So, this is how it happens...First thing I do today is wake up way too early.
Then I go back to sleep only to wake up way too late and dump myself in the bathroom for much needed hygiene action.
Toddy with rice milk and honey, yes? Yes.
And then, there is the internet.
In this order:
1) Facebook - to see how popular I am last night.
2) Twitter - to tell the world what my brain thinks and maybe even reply to other people's Sarah EJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10522997882695306720noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24417106.post-1397824469506416372010-11-03T09:55:00.000-05:002010-11-03T09:55:52.542-05:00Strange and lovely morningsThe night after my friends' wedding, I spent with My Name wandering in words through the weirdness of breaking up.
As both of my marriages have ended in divorce, and she's had several breakups as well, it seemed fitting that after a wedding, things would end. Happily, as neither one of us got married, we could be observers and therefore reflect rather than participate.
Because we both have thisSarah EJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10522997882695306720noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24417106.post-35811502877703696102010-11-02T11:27:00.001-05:002010-11-02T13:13:09.382-05:00How to make a city girl happy...
Beauty in Decay article at Wooster Collective
Chadwick and Spector's "Museum Anatomy"
ROA at NUART
MUTO by BLU
Spoiler Alert from Jason Eppink on Vimeo.
Spoiler Alert
And, not from Wooster Collective, but one I found through DarkRoastedBlend: Locks of Love.
The picture of the leaves was taken by me. The flag eatin' grasshopper was captured in the act by Jeremy Brozek. Sarah EJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10522997882695306720noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24417106.post-65750674840728658372010-11-02T10:51:00.000-05:002010-11-02T10:51:16.004-05:00Weddings, Haircuts, Elevators and other natural disastersIt is official, my friends have been lawfully wedded to each other in the sight of The Capitol building and their families and friends for more than a week!
One of my favorite things about people that I like&love getting married to each other, is that the reception is filled with other people that I like&love.
And so it was that everything clicked and I got 4 inches cut off my hair by a Sarah EJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10522997882695306720noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24417106.post-43412224237027093352010-10-20T21:15:00.000-05:002010-10-20T21:15:29.766-05:00Going out on a limbWhich, believe it or don't, is not where I'm usually headed.
I've been thinking too much lately. Too much, because it's gotten even more in the way of doing than usual. The part where there isn't all that much to do is entirely beside the point. Why? Because people with their own businesses always have something to do. Homemakers always have something do (the part where a home is a business is Sarah EJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10522997882695306720noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24417106.post-48754168119637967552010-10-12T15:38:00.002-05:002010-10-12T15:40:12.490-05:00Big Crazy Idea (the letters)It is a completely normal thing to hear me to rail against most any kind of nostalgia, whether it is in my presence or just sort of out there in the world. The Good Old Days is a phrase that I loathe and would not mind seeing eradicated from the world entirely (only to see it resurface as the name for an underground waltz punk big band).
Modern medicine is good. Ibuprofen is good. Sanitation, Sarah EJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10522997882695306720noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24417106.post-52365049559616402672010-10-11T12:58:00.000-05:002010-10-11T12:58:19.413-05:00The connectedness of thingsI have never really experienced the world as a place that is getting smaller. To me, it is a place that is surprisingly large and entirely unconcerned with me and my actions. I have always lived in one relatively tidy community or other, with never more than four degrees of separation between me and everyone known by everyone I know. Lincoln was fantastic for that - there are about 2.5 degrees Sarah EJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10522997882695306720noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24417106.post-21745948137225784712010-10-09T19:58:00.001-05:002010-10-09T22:36:05.118-05:00The Poet thinks of communityAll of this talk of libraries and how important they are to the communities in which they live has taken place without ever thinking of an underlying question: I have not yet taken the time to articulate exactly how I define community. To be honest, it seems hardly appropriate to take that responsibility on myself. The world in which I live is populated and changing. I acknowledge the clade - Sarah EJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10522997882695306720noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24417106.post-85155265427629992192010-10-08T12:50:00.002-05:002010-10-08T14:11:26.958-05:00The Love Blog for October 8I almost wanted to call it the "Luuurve" Blog because you know how happy I get about Freakangels every week and all.
Then I remembered all of the Other stuff I've got open on my toolbar up there for sharing and thought that perhaps this is not the time to get all squishy.
I've been doing limited research on just how much it's going to cost me to get into graduate school for this mythical job Sarah EJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10522997882695306720noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24417106.post-9549965633511106882010-10-06T15:53:00.000-05:002010-10-06T15:53:05.164-05:00It ain't the same as walking, but...Driving through town today, I saw that fall is really going to happen here.
Yesterday, as I walked home from the University Library (with Volume I of the 1980 BBC Version of Pride & Prejudice clutched in my hands (yee!)), I looked around. Carefully. Like I had something to see. And the world showed me beauty.
The old Wabash Train Depot, sitting abandoned just north of the Teak House (I know, Sarah EJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10522997882695306720noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24417106.post-61392223487607520452010-10-04T13:11:00.000-05:002010-10-04T13:11:38.323-05:00The Cat prefers the knitted rug to the sun beamsIt is a slow morning, now barely morphed into afternoon and I won't really notice the time shift until evening when the walk takes me to work again. I do not mind late nights or weird hours. They leave me a bit off-center with nothing but the number of hours between one duty and another and a list of possibilities in between to define what the day becomes.
Right now the world is silent in the Sarah EJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10522997882695306720noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24417106.post-36053209280123229762010-10-03T15:22:00.000-05:002010-10-03T15:22:14.981-05:00Stillness consideredThe semantics of stillness confound and frequently frustrate me.
Calm, Still, Relaxed, Chill.
Zen and Relaxed are not the same thing.
It is possible to take life not personally while still in motion.
One friend acknowledges the undeveloped ability to stop,
another asks what I fear.
Legitimate responses, and worth considering.
My current result is this:
I spent a lot of time trying to figure outSarah EJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10522997882695306720noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24417106.post-7382549649960269972010-09-27T10:51:00.000-05:002010-09-27T10:51:25.325-05:00Til now, I had never known love
This image is of the back of the stage at one end of the main room of The Antiquarium in Brownville, NE. Map cases. Art. Wood.
There are whole areas that smell vaguely of stained glass studio and a room with a typewriter from some time in the Dark Ages that my fingers twitched to touch, to use, to bring to life for them.
I did not buy anything. I took my father there on Sunday. He bought a Sarah EJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10522997882695306720noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24417106.post-13951389965220449222010-09-26T20:10:00.001-05:002010-09-27T11:01:04.029-05:00Big Crazy Idea (the two-th)November: National Novel Writing Month, is just over a month away. Tonight and tomorrow and probably the next day as well will involve writing short stories based on photographs taken by one of my favorite photographer/Muses; they begin the reconnection with the stories of a larger/longer work (see below). Tonight and tomorrow, the next day and probably month will involve writing a long short Sarah EJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10522997882695306720noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24417106.post-46208376907177861662010-09-24T15:52:00.006-05:002010-09-24T16:24:57.627-05:00The Friday Love BlogThese make me happy. They really do. And also:Singing out loud at the grocery store. It sounds better than normal, but different than in-the-shower better than normal. I wonder if it has to do with the part where, like dancing in the grocery store, it's not that you can't do it, it's that most people just don't. When Wil Wheaton is Boss of the World, I'm going to start a grocery store chorale. ToSarah EJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10522997882695306720noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24417106.post-67312675285818500402010-09-22T20:35:00.005-05:002010-09-27T11:01:43.257-05:00Big Crazy Project Idea (the one-th)K Street Power Plant in Lincoln, NE sits at the intersection of 9th and K. My grandfather worked there. My father has memories of visiting him and of the noise and the heat and the boilers that dwarfed houses and also of orange soda that he drank as a treat on those days in that hot place.
The building is filled with boxes of stuff that the city of Lincoln is saving against the time when it willSarah EJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10522997882695306720noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24417106.post-50172905422939736472010-09-21T12:32:00.004-05:002010-09-21T13:12:57.342-05:00Allow me to state my reasons ...My quest for graduate schools is, yet again, proving to be a challenge. Preservation and Conservation of Texts falls into the same category as Archives Management, and every program wants to make me a leader in the field of records management. I do not want to be a leader. I have never wanted to be a leader. It's work and it involves administrative stuff. No. Really. But thanks for the Sarah EJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10522997882695306720noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24417106.post-6305054855676341282010-09-17T21:23:00.003-05:002010-09-17T21:53:26.396-05:00Oh, baby, it has been awhile...On Twitter it's called Follow Friday #FF.I used to do this because it seemed the best use of my time on Friday afternoons when I was bored and not doing work at work. I miss it.This is a list of things that make me smile or captivated:Freakangels I read at Whitechapel that this will end after the 6th volume. We are now about half way through volume 5. Yes, they are and will continue to be Sarah EJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10522997882695306720noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24417106.post-62546025109001904552010-09-16T12:41:00.002-05:002010-09-16T13:05:03.864-05:00Cloudy with drizzle and courageI am wearing my bathrobe today. All day. Until I go to work. Or for a walk through the town to be braver about the weather than I am right now. Now I am safe and indoors with a lovely view of things from the distance of my father's desk. My desk no longer offers such safety - it is covered with a letter half-created and three more to write today. I cannot say that they will be wonderful these Sarah EJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10522997882695306720noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24417106.post-17633960843864416042010-09-14T12:17:00.005-05:002010-09-14T12:55:20.749-05:00A difficulty, considered...I am going to India. The money is paid, the tickets are bought. One of my best friends is getting married Hindu-style to one of the best men I know, and my parents made sure that I can be there.So, that's awesome, right?I just got a job - it pays minimum wage, it involves standing and stuffing inserts into papers for 3 hours one night a week and not more than 12 hours another night. It is work. Sarah EJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10522997882695306720noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24417106.post-466165926747698242010-09-12T12:57:00.003-05:002010-09-12T13:26:18.621-05:00Closets and hidden hypocrisyCategorical statements and I have a long and occasionally problematic relationship. They tend to make a liar out of me. I resent them fully and yet have not figured out how to get them out of my life.I found four pairs of high heels today as I was organizing the closet in my office. It was an immediate thought that I would need to issue some kind of retraction to a statement I made in my last Sarah EJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10522997882695306720noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24417106.post-16234124707352934562010-09-10T11:57:00.003-05:002010-09-10T12:30:17.831-05:00Walking homeIt is curious to me that as I've gotten older, people have become more and more concerned with how much I walk and when and more and more apt to offer me rides, even when I can see no reason for it.As a child, I walked home from school almost every day. I know: uphill both ways in snow with no shoes and 100 pounds of books. While there was a slight rise leaving the school, I fully admit that it Sarah EJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10522997882695306720noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24417106.post-51817084561498565542010-04-17T11:26:00.002-05:002010-04-17T11:33:07.617-05:00about last night's question...You asked me what I'm waiting for, and I said Mr. Right.but that is a lie.because I am not waiting and I am not looking and I am not about stop not looking or waiting because I'm busy.It's just a phase, part of the choice that I made when it seemed the most obvious thing in the world to acknowledge what was in front of my face and follow it. I get growly and pull up grass and loll about at the Sarah EJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10522997882695306720noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24417106.post-75197739779427677432010-04-13T14:03:00.003-05:002010-04-13T14:15:15.229-05:00Things I might want you to know...Today is April 13 of 2010. It is a Tuesday. The wind blows with strength and sunshine and I am sitting upstairs in my parents' home, in the office that used to be my bedroom. This is not as nostalgic as it may seem. But that is not the story for today.I have just posted 4 other blogs. Two of them bear today's date. Two of them are dated earlier. Lent of 2010 was an extremely change-filled time Sarah EJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10522997882695306720noreply@blogger.com0