I’m sitting in the car at Lowe’s while Chris and Lila get a few things. It started snowing as we arrived and this is the side window facing west after just a few minutes. We have no food in the car, which worries me. I should call Chris in the store and tell to buy a shovel. He’ll need it to get to the car. It was 40 degrees an hour ago. Winter is so weird. Tell my friends and family I loved them.
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Reblog for Toni
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to everyone at Dan’s birthday party for all the wine I drank.
join the video chat.
No really. Lots of digestion issues talk and chocolate cake and Dan’s balls. What more could you ask for?
OH right as I entered the Google Hangout. (via guillee)
as I entered I overheard: so I explained c-word to him.
Spectacular Aurorae Erupt Over Norway
Over the weekend, the Earth’s magnetic field was struck by a coronal mass ejection (CME). The CME — a vast bubble of solar plasma that had erupted from the sun on Jan. 19 — took longer than expected to travel through interplanetary space, but on Sunday it made contact.
Oof, my heart.
And in the blink of an eye, I’m back to feeling like a beautiful, inconsequential blip in the space-time continuum, whose self-importance and attachment to emotions often makes her forget to look up and out.
I love when that happens.
WTF January? We were sledding on 6” of snow yesterday at 3:00.
Some philosophical words waiting in one of several stacks. Now I just need a month of Sundays with nothing else to do so I can sink into them.
Hi.
This Is Anna Torv.
I love her.
Thanks.
Oh, wow. Has flummery seen this shot yet?
for Toni’s awesome thing.
I was a little freaked by the cost because I come from a family of people who really just want to pay for gas and maybe a little bit of food when they travel. Fees and hotel and food too? For just me and without my family? What am I a Rockefeller?
But I kept playing over the way for the past five years I’ve been circling around a bunch of ideas, inching closer and closer to the crux of them, but the reality always staying just slightly out of reach. And the truth is I can afford it, but I decided that I wanted to pay for it through a separate income stream if possible.
This morning a client I haven’t worked with in a while asked if I could take on a fast project. It will pay for the event and then some. I almost didn’t catch it, and weighed whether or not I wanted to take on any extra work right now. But then it all clicked into place and I had to laugh.
Camp Makearoo happens the week after my 45th birthday. I’m so excited to be kicking off my new year this way, and so excited to be supporting Toni’s launch of her incredible idea. This is too cool.
where you make a Moscow Mule, but use ginger kombucha instead of ginger beer and the bottle erupts all over the counter because you let it ferment a day too long, and you know you’ll regret not wiping it up when it’s a shiny, sticky-dry patch in the morning, and then the last sip smells a little too much like musty balls, which causes giggle fits, especially as you slurp down the dregs and talk yourself out of making another, so you go to bed with that weird, medicinal, buzzed smell/taste in your head, and you can’t figure out why your right eyelid is twitching, and the inside of your head sounds like a conch shell passed around after everybody did a line or two of cocaine off the hostess’ makeup mirror on the coffee table, but there’s no bmmp chh bmmp chh bmmp chh in the background, only the sound of your mate reading My Side Of The Mountain to your daughter in his slightly stilted voice in the next room.
That.
Reality. What a thing.
The stranger in this news video lives two doors down from the house I grew up in. He dated my best friend in the late 70s/early 80s. We used to have make-out contests together with my boyfriend out in the alfalfa field. Who can kiss the longest without ruining a shirt with saliva. We won. M was a drooler.
In later years he asked all of the women in my family out, my mom included, during one of the breakup periods before she and my stepdad finally got married (after a dozen breakups and 25 years). M moved back home to help take care of his mom and tend the garden and the house. He seems like a solid everyman kind of guy. We wave across the backyards when I’m home for visits in the summer. He in his garden, me in my step dad’s.
My mom and stepdad were also home when the crash happened and they were the ones who called the police, then rushed out with blankets and pillows to hold the woman’s hand while they waited for help to arrive. Those were some Holy Shit flames and he pulled her from the car while it was seriously one fire without getting either of them hurt. I can only imagine the adrenaline rush he must have felt. I could hear it in my mom’s voice when she called me to tell the tale after the ambulance had driven away.
I probably should have let him kiss me when I was 17.
Know what these are? Go ahead, guess.
Give up? They’re topographical maps of the moon, created in a collaboration between NASA and the US Geological Survey. I can’t get over how crazy beautiful they are. There are more here, super hi-res.
(via io9, thanks to Olga Abramson for the tip)
oh, how gorgeous. I want one of these framed huge on my dining room wall.
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