The gorgeous-est iPod mini case ever: The “Kimono” Case, by Power Support. (Oh, they also make ’em for non-minis.)
Standing at the cutting board in the kitchen, I sliced off the sides of the mango along the flat side of the seed as I’d been taught, and scored the flesh so it could be bent outward and easily eaten. I took one side to my husband who was on the couch, and sat on the edge of our dilapidated La-z-boy recliner to eat my portion.
I put out my right palm so Brett could drop his peel into it, and stood. As I crossed the threshhold into the kitchen, I told him, “A guy told me once that mango is the pussy of fruit.”
I returned to my knife and sliced off the remaining chunks of the mango for Brett, and kept the seed for myself. I returned to the living room, and watching Deadwood on HBO, we finished off the fruit.
Brett followed me into the kitchen to dispose of his peels and said, “Yes, it is the pussy of fruit.” And as an afterthought, he added, “But you can do things to a mango with your teeth you would never do to a pussy.”
I eyed him, scowling a little. “I never said it was a perfect analogy!”
He laughed.
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Windows user? Yeah, well, me too. Now you can turn your iPod into a PDA and sync it with Outlook: mail, tasks, address book, and calendar on your iPod! Get iPodSync. It even puts weather on your pod! It works great.
Spring is coming. I can feel it. The air today’s got a certain balminess, and the birds are coming back. Spring! It’s coming! I can FEEL it! Soon, very soon: LILACS. I’m telling you. Just wait.
The Microsoft Word 2002 settings you’ve been searching for, revealed. (*giggle!*)
In the late 90’s, I lived at my grandparents’ house for six or seven months. It was wonderful – I’d never really grokked them before then, not really. But living with them as an adult showed me that they weren’t unemotional but subtle, they weren’t grouchy but outspoken, they weren’t scary but fun.
I learned a lot about myself and my family during that time. It gave me perspective; I hadn’t sprung whole from the ether. I was the product and result of a family in addition to being what I’d made of myself. A lot of my faults and strengths came out of my genotype… and that’s not necessarily a bad thing.
I developed opinions I wouldn’t have had otherwise. For instance, I realized that I myself value a certain amount of emotional privacy and I don’t really think people need to spend untold hours in therapy delving through every single time they’d ever had their feelings hurt. I learned that I felt this way after my own mom came to the Hall’s house for a weekend, and left early on Sunday. When I asked her why she and her husband weren’t staying for dinner, she told me that she didn’t feel comfortable in her own mother’s house, that she felt her parents were both intolerant of emotionality and quite controlling.
I think that’s the day I realized that my mother had a relationship with her mother exactly the same way I had a relationship with my mother. It seems obvious, but I’d never really understood that before – I remembered childhood with my mom’s probably slightly synthetic rapture about “going to the grandparents’ for Christmas! Aren’t you excited?”. My mother had her own opinions and feelings about her mom! Wow.
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Ten PM. A roaring fire. A great book. A glass of Radiance Dairy whole milk, and two chocolate graham crackers.
Mmm!
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I redesigned my blog today; now it’s all blue-grey and lovely. I like it. I also made a steal-this-button button for a friend’s blog (in six iterations). I dispatched some DSL installations, I interacted with some customers, I went to lunch at the silver bullet with Mr. Brett (who grabbed my boobs on the drive back), and now it’s four and I’m not entirely sure what to do with the final hour of my work day.
Hmm. Guess I’ll check my database… and then go limewire.
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4 random books from my Library!
