sorry david's little league team
1 and 6! Oh well, one of my guys hit his first homerun ever, and another hit his first this season. So that was fun.
In Little League hitting your first home run has a curious rite-of-passage feeling. It's somewhere between a Bar Mitzvah (now you are a man!) and losing your virginity (ditto).
The other weirdly threshold-crossing moment in youth baseball is when pitchers develop a consistent breaking pitch, like a curveball. Every pitcher I've seen who gets his first strikeout on a breaking pitch comes running off the mound grinning from ear to ear.
I remember reading a YA short story about a girl cellist learning to find her vibrato on the instrument. That had a similar element of emphasizing a subtle moment of mastery as a step into maturity. I wonder if every instrument has some kind of transitional moment.
Or as Oz put it: "That's a man's chord. You could lose a finger."
Sarameg, you and your Lisa literally rocked the house. The last thing we had to do here before we moved in was paint the kitchen ceiling. It was at the end of a long day and we were both exhausted. We used the glossy trim paint, and did not find out until we were done. We had to redo the whole thing and I swear, the DH almost cried.
For Jesse, when she's in her City Planner geek mode: Surreal Suburbs: The Westlake District is an interesting example of post-WWII philosophies, and cool little houses.
Cool, thanks. I was just replaying my post-college decision-making process, while watching Parks and Rec. "Why didn't I go to planning school? Oh, right -- because most of the actual jobs out there are like this."
From Fabulon: Because It's Sunday
A timely reminder that Christians can't count.
I don't know why I found the last comment here so funny:
Sarospice commented: “I find Jesus' taste in men interesting.”
Sarospice commented: “Now I understand what life is all about! YAY!”
mrpeenee commented: “They have to put the cute one in the middle cause he keeps trying to run away.”
For bt? OK, maybe this really isn't for anyone....
Wombat Poo Paper
Creative Paper manager Darren Simpson says the manufacturing process can be rather unpleasant.
"When we are boiling it, it does smell horrific as you can imagine, but once it has been sterilised and rinsed properly there’s no scent left to it. If anything it just gives you a nice organic smell," he said.
He added that it was the tourists themselves who came up with the wombat idea.
"As people were coming through and we were showing them the samples of our paper, they would throw questions at you like ‘can you make it from sheep poo or can you make it from koalas?’. And the one that kept popping up more than any other was the wombat."
Does anyone know if US citizens need a visa to travel to Hong Kong?
Oh my. Go here [link] and click 'next.'
Images of Otsuka as an adult are craftily combined with snaps of the artist as a child, pinched from the family photo album. The resultant composite snapshots are both glaringly literal and astoundingly subtle musings on the contemporary relevance of the self-portrait.
For bt? OK, maybe this really isn't for anyone....
Wombat Poo Paper
Actually, my sister-in-law loves elephants, and I bought her elephant poo paper for her birthday last year.
