the adventures of an incurable optimist

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playing dress-up

On color blocking, time wastage and the sheer joy of DIY fashion layouts.

of magpies and cats in bowties

I can admit it, I’ve always been a bit of a magpie, collecting shiny bits that caught my eye. Anyone who’s been to my house can attest that I like to have my things about me, little bibs and bobs… Continue Reading →

it’s a sine

Ever since I can remember, one of my chief cravings when I’ve not felt well (at least, when I’m both not feeling well and eating) is Jello chocolate pudding, the kind you get in the refrigerated case.

what’s in a word?

From my couch of enforced idleness, I’ve had more time to noodle on the internetz than usual. TweetStats is a nifty little service that lends a little faux rigor and quasi-scientific analysis to your Twitter stream [Over half my tweets… Continue Reading →

hotel illness

Still life with sniffles. by crgreene Last weekend I was in Seattle for the ALA Midwinter Meeting (for the few civilians who read this blog, ALA stands for American Library Association). What I planned to do: Attend various committee meetings,… Continue Reading →

The College of Content

I mentioned in a previous post that I was going to attempt to be less critical. You may have wondered why there were no further reports on progress … and in an effort not to be critical of myself, I’ll… Continue Reading →

Chammak challo

If you are in my general proximity you have likely already been subjected to my effusions about the dance classes I’ve been doing more or less weekly for the last year or so – and when I say dance class,… Continue Reading →

Happiness, pt 4

After too long an absence, the happiness posts are back. Here’s what I’ve got for you this time: birdsong | crackers | lazy Sundays where you don’t have to leave the house and can just wear your PJs all day… Continue Reading →

If you can’t say something nice…

The other day on the twitters, someone I follow re-tweeted this from Yoko Ono: yokoono: Try to say nothing negative about anybody for three days, for forty-five days, for three months. See what happens to your life. Now, I’m not… Continue Reading →

Nostalgia

The recent spate of miserable heat and stifling humidity brings to mind the years (1980-1985) our family lived in a suburb of Orlando. I know, way to sell it, right? Not the Sunshine State, not sunny Florida, which the orange… Continue Reading →

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