Absolutely! {perhaps}

My internal hard drive is almost full again. Photos are of course the culprit. But when it looks like this. . .


What else can you do?

This was my street this morning at 9:00. I hadn't slept much at all because of some wonderfully perfect houseguests-for-the-storm, but when they left at 8:30 I simply couldn't go back to sleep. So, I wandered the streets instead, having the most charmingly quirky conversations with long time C'villians. Remind me to tell you about them sometime. . .


The question is: would a photographic memory solve my hard drive problem?

This is actually the post I was intending to write first, but my "intro" explanation blog snuck its way in. Take two.

I think I had been sleep deprived for almost 10 years. Once I started a 30 minute daily drive to school in middle school there wasn't much hope. I thought it was normal until my final year of college.

I still don't know what tipped the boat and pushed me into that sweet sea of regular sleep, but once I had tasted it. . . remember the sea Prince Caspian and Reepicheep find at the end of the book Voyage of the Dawn Treader? Honestly, it's a lot like that. No wonder they never wanted to leave.

That year I started choosing sleep over those extra revision of the paper, or the wine and cheese night just down the street, or or or or or. Life holds infinite "or"s, I found. But with enough sleep the "or"s actually fit together better! I got sick less. The ups and downs of emotions evened out a bit. And my grades didn't drop a bit, even with some fudging here and there.


I really, really like sleep. It's fun, I usually remember my dreams when I'm sleeping enough, and it's so darn good for you. For me.

Turns out I feel strong about taking care of yourself. But that's a post of its own. . .

Here begins a series I have been trying to write for months. Last weekend, however, a close friend called me out on a similar topic. Thus, "months" has magically transformed into "now".

I am told I state my opinions strongly. Especially where emotions are involved. And that this can be. . . disconcerting. To say the least.

However, it came as an immense surprise for me to discover I have strong opinions. Yes, I hear your snorts of laughter. Especially you, oh siblings-mine. Yet somehow I managed to make it well into my college years before finding the courage to own my opinions and to let them face opposition.

I still find myself pulling back in trepidation at odd times. It's a scary thing, holding opinions that may well be wrong!

So, my current opinion is that this is one of those pendulum things. I was too far to one side, now I've gone farther to the opposite than might be ideal. This is actually hopeful because, barring a breakthrough in perpetual motion, all pendulums eventually reach a point of equilibrium.

In the meantime, apologies to those of you who come into contact with my overzealous opinions. Feel free to bonk me on the head with a rolled up newspaper and tell me to back off.

And I'm still going to make a blog series about them.

I'm thinking about family a lot right now. It's my sister's birthday tomorrow, I believe. Hmm - it's going to be really embarrassing if I'm wrong about that in this all-too-public forum. My father's heading to the Philippines tomorrow to coordinate flooding relief work. And, of course, I keep seeing these old photos. . .


my mother with my oldest brother. . .

Photos like this - family like I have - find me the most trapped inside my own inarticulateness. Surprised again and again by my inability to comprehend something so simple as the passing of time. . . or to use words to name their almost-invisibly-woven-thought-everything place in my life.

Found this as a shared link in my google reader (thank you Kathy!) and it made me so very happy. Somehow I've become the local tech expert, which bewilders me on a quite regular basis.

This is totally how I do it.


Go to xkcd - A Webcomic to see this comic in it's natural habitat or to spot more like it.

I said to myself I would blog again. But once the keys are within reach I'm not entirely sure what it was I thought I could say.




It's been an incredible week. The fingertips of my left hand are tingling from trying again to play the sharpie-decorated classical guitar my sister got in Bolivia and gifted to me one Christmas. Part of what I was playing:

"Am I water
After all this time?
Am I starlight?

Am I starlight
After shadows climb?
Am I water?

Silent as a semaphore
Back then when I went to war

Do you read me
In the afternoon
From a distance?

Take a message
Scribbled as I move
Do you read me?"

lyrics kimberly glick and jonathan reuel