I assemble a sandwich for Word while noshing leftovers for my own dinner.


While my meals and the weather have both been a bit haphazard lately, life is being pretty good. The magnolias have started their show, the daffodils and cherry trees have been blooming, and I think the redbuds will be going fuschia any minute now. Dark purple spires that will fledge out as lilacs are beginning to pop up at the tips of branches; lilies of the valley are erupting from the driveway.

Oh, and the IRS knows we’re married now. No, that is not why there was a rusty-orange full Moon yesterday…


Song of the New-Bee


Tis fact, not shame or pride, that bids me say
Indeed, I was born only yesterday…

Rumbling along

Oh, any number of topics have sprung to mind while I’ve been driving: grumbling about GM’s industrial design choices, the quality of local roads, the easily-eroded border between routine and chaos…

And these come together, roughly, when I hit a pothole.

The asphalt mix around here is optimized for milder winters, and the unusual combinations of hard freezes, thaws, and precipitation types have combined to create some truly impressive divots/ruts/axle-breakers.

Saturn LogoI say ‘axle-breakers’, but I am not fearing for my car’s axles. I’m thinking of my Saturn’s ignition cylinder, that inconvenient little part that cost just enough to make GM opt for inaction, prioritizing their bottom line over the lives of drivers, passengers, and innocent bystanders.

For many people, the idea that a bump in the road could disable ones car is conveniently abstract. They’ve hit bumps before while driving their cars, and are none the worse for wear. They might think removing their keyfobs and other janglies from their ignition keys to be overkill.

Not so with me. I haven’t lost a loved one to this engineering fiasco, but I did once clip a curb on a rough patch of road one night when coming up off a highway… and my Ion went dead. An unfamiliar light flashed on the dash as everything went out, my brakes and steering were “gone”…. and I was heading straight towards a corner gas station.

Thank heaven no one else was in the area at the time. Thank heaven I’ve driven cars without power steering, and know that stomping down on the brakes is better than doing nothing. I wrenched the wheel as hard as I could and came to a stop in the lane between the pumps, rather than through one of the pumps.

I turned the car off and sat in the darkness for a while.

We are months away from the berry season, so I’d like to thank the US Department of Agriculture for these lovely little boxes of hope:


This does remind me, though, that I need to prune the grapes, raspberries, and figs…

Allo Iris


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The seasons change fitfully, the employment sagas churn [although, fortunately, the gods and sea monsters have not yet made appearances], and for each unplanned technology purchase there are several ancillary items which abruptly become needful.

I have told many a student not to change operating systems or software editions before a major project begins [much less, in media res], and not to let their skills get out of sync with workplace technology. Oh, and how the boots chafe when they are suddenly on your own feet!

From Snow Leopard to Mavericks in an afternoon was a bit of a shock, but doing the new Keynote on a new hand-held device was even more exciting.  Does it do new, useful, things?  Yes, but try and find a dongle at a conference when the default is still VGA or a USB remote?

Breathe, breathe, breathe.  These will be here, even if at the moment they’re under the snow (again).



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