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Month: April, 2011

A Work In Progress

So…I’ve been slacking on this blog for some time now, but for good reason–I have a home! After months of searching, false leads, crushed hopes and basement dwelling, I’ve finally found a place to live. Best of all, it’s a studio! My very own space, and I’ve never lived on my own before. Excitement all around, friends!

But it turns out starting from scratch takes lots of time and energy (and money!), plus I had my first ever sinus infection for two whole entire weeks (!). So I’m still living in box-ville, dedicating most of my spare time to scrubbing walls (and ceilings. No, seriously). Here’s where we’re at so far:

Lots of piles! Lots of stuff from IKEA! Like that couch! I was daunted by the prospect of assembling it (come on, you know, IKEA…), especially since theinstuctions CLEARLY DEPICTED two men completing the task. So Kevin altered them:

I’m working towards catching up, so expect to see some more retro-active posts appear (I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again: I’m an intensely chronological person). In the meantime, here are some random photos that have been building up inside my camera:

Tree Face

Umbrella Tree

Tree Swing

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Happy Easter!

Today is Just a Day Like Any Other

Tonight I was going to work on this thing, finish posting all the stuff I’ve been saving up (some since January), etc., etc…

Instead, I talked to my Whitney friend in San Francisco

walked home on shiny wet streets

bought groceries

ate pizza for dinner while watching old episodes of America’s Next Top Model on YouTube

had one coctail

and played Dr. Mario online until I lost (Level 20!)

And I’m fine with that. I’m okay with less than perfection. Springtime is here to stay (though quite rainy), I have my own place, I heard the most exquisite music tonight (Borodin and Bartok), and I am okay with less than perfection. Here’s a picture:

This is How We Jew It

Passover 2011:

For the record, I am only 1/2 Jewish, and not even the half that counts (Mom’s a goy), but it’s still part of my identity. I’ve taken some flack for this over the years, and I’m not going to get into it here–I mean, I’m not NOT a Jew, you know? Besides, Passover seder is something I’ve known my whole life, something I would share with my own children. It’s tradition–the wine, the plagues, the jokes, the food, the afikomen ransomed for chocolate…

…and the bad puns.

Through the Years

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