There is definitely going to be a baby Shipman! Tam has confirmed that she is harboring a goldfish-sized kidlet. I am so exited I could make very unprofessional high-pitched squealy noises, but of course, I would never do such a thing. Never ( Read more... )

This weekend trip to Vermont was simply not meant to happen ( Read more... )

A million years ago Ruth Stone bought a very literally out-of-the-way place in the the Green Mountains that has become the stuff of legend in poetry circles:

With my first piece of ready cash I bought my own
place in Vermont; kerosene lamps, dirt road.
I’m sticking here like a porcupine up a tree.
That is where I'm headed this weekend. To stay ( Read more... )

Because I do not yet have any kitten pictures, here are

some videos of a squid with elbows .

Yes, elbows. And veeerrrry long legs.

Arms.

Er, elbow-bearing limb-y things.

A tiny kitten has been hanging around the house for a few days: she's very friendly and obviously used to people, but phone calls to neighbors haven't turned up her owner yet ( Read more... )

I've spent the past few days (and nights, embarrassingly enough-- I have no mad skills in computer savvy-osity) trying to properly format and lay out the collection's damage assessment, which means moving what can amount to 70 pages or more of hooey (my notes, pointers to thumbnails of images and to full-size images of each object in the collection ( Read more... )

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This is about as wrong as the St. Gallen hot air balloon is right:


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We cut our grocery bill by about a third this week, to cover whatever car option we go with (resurrect the Volvo? Buy the Smart Car?), and ironically this means that we eat a little better: more of what we buy is cheap basic ingredients, so that more of the day-to-day hooey can be made at home rather than purchased ready-made. All our bread, sweets ( Read more... )