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I started my new job, at a local coffeeshop, about two weeks ago. Before that, I spent three years mostly unemployed. There are plenty of excuses for that, both legitimate and lame, but it doesn't matter. I wasn't unhappy, but it wasn't good for my self-esteem. But I had all this time to make stuff -- art and knitting and jewelry. Laundry and ( Read more... )

Poor J has got a mild hernia. At least, I'm 95% sure it's a hernia. I asked him the questions I knew my physician-assistant dad would ask and relayed them to him, and he reckoned a hernia. He WAS lifting heavy things the day before he started to complain of pressure ( Read more... )

I have my second interview tomorrow. I think I'm in. I'm pretty sure I'm in. But still ( Read more... )

I meant to do this ages ago, and I apologize for not keeping this journal up like I used to. I still come and read, always, but I feel like I have less to say and more to show, and Tumblr is easier for lazy people (like me) to use. But I've been busy! Here's some of the crap I've been up to. Click on any picture for the full version.


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It's been so long since I've put any of my art up here, but I've been a pretty busy bee. Pretty much everything goes on my DeviantArt, but here are a handful of my favorites.


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Just up the road from the house I grew up in is Kirtland Hills, an extremely green, countryish township with wildflower-heavy pastures cut into forest, twisty streams and pretty vistas that look down to the lake miles away. The Chincapin Horse Farm is on one of these hills, and they keep a collection of retired and rejected horses; old swaybacked ( Read more... )

Things have been strange. And good, and crappy, and dangerously uncertain at times, and productive, and whatever else have you. I started this so I could talk about it, but I kind of just don't feel like it. I know it's been too long. I miss you guys.

As good an opportunity as any to show you what a baby lovechild Taylor Hanson is, still.


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You can't go to Cleveland without hitting the West Side Market. Every ethnic food is represented here, including world-famous gyros and falafel. I almost wept when I saw the piles of beautiful rhubarb, which you better believe I bought and pie'd up. But vegetables is not what I am bringing you in this photopost, no.


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