Today, presumably under orders of Oakland, CA, mayor Jean Quan, police used rubber bullets and tear gas to break up a completely peaceful demonstration. Here’s an account posted by a journalist on the scene. Here you can read the Twitter …
In all my non-blogging, I failed to let you know that two of my friends have new books out. Rachael Herron has two books out now: Wishes & Stitches is the third book in her Cypress Hollow series. Rachael is …
Been a long time gone, hunh? Life gets in the way of blogging sometimes. But no worries. All is well. Life is good. I’ve been somewhat preoccupied with the Occupation of late. I’ve been discussing the Occupy movement on Twitter, …
Today is my 38th birthday. Yesterday, I completed the final run of Couch to 5k. That’s nine weeks, going from huffing and groaning through 60-second running segments to comfortably running for 30 minutes without stopping. It may not seem like …
A birthday gift for myself: Couch to 5k Graduate! Read more »
Confession: I’m newly obsessed with fermenting. I’ve been fermentation-curious for a few years now, but just this week I’ve finally taken the plunge. I thought it would be hard. I thought it might be messy. (I had heard rumors of …
Last night I finished the first pair of socks I’ve made for Kiddo since he learned to walk. See, wool socks are crazy slippy and we’ve always had wood floors, and… Little kids and very very slippery socks on wood …
1. Sock Summit: didn’t get there, even though I could have walked there (a long walk, but not an unreasonable one) from my house. I was way too tired after a month of relentless freelance and too little sleep and …
I just completed Week 5, Day 3 of Couch to 5k. I mean it–just now. I’m sitting on the couch, icing my knees while the baby naps in the running stroller. I’ve been keeping quiet about doing Couch to 5k …
“I met myself in a dream and I just wanna tell you–everything was alright…” Read more »
Man, I used to think slugs were so cute. Our backyard in Brooklyn was full of them, many of them longer and fatter than a (long fat) man’s thumb, and they were bold as hell. We had a big gap …