Good luck with your family, smonster.

Nothing but a world of hugs and support to you and your brother and his girlfriend, P-C.

Not A Sign, Barb.

And now, I have come to point you to this:

But did you correct your results using a dead salmon? [link]

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Please tell me that everything being shut down and gridlocked around here due to the freakish weather isn't A Sign for my book release?

In New York, the theater crowds superstitions say rain on opening night was a great sign of good luck. So? Freakish weather indicates best seller, right?

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But did you correct your results using a dead salmon?

"Either we have stumbled onto a rather amazing discovery in terms of post-mortem ichthyological cognition, or there is something a bit off with regard to our uncorrected statistical approach."

Genius. I'll be showing that to all my quantitative researcher colleagues, then.

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I wonder on the effects of historiographical papers on periodization's relevance to Eastern Europe on dead salmons, for one.

I guess I'll have to live with the curiosity.

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Interrrrresting dead salmon. Also, kudos to the author for the Monty Python reference. I did kinda hear the rest of the article in John Cleese's voice.

P-C, strength~ma to you and your siblings. I'm glad you have each other.

I think no one here will be surprised to hear that cat makes me happy. Shoot, if it weren't for my cats, I'd have nothing to talk about half the time. The individuals I support at work frequently ask about them, and they talking about them makes a great distraction from less pleasant topics of conversation.

Barb, your book release is going to go just fine, weather or no weather.

smonster, I'm glad that your mother is able to express her feelings to you without it causing unfair guilt.

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Plei is the henna expert, but everything I've read says it needs a loooooooooooooooooong time to set. Like, several hours.

My hair is once again a nice dark purple which means people will finally stop saying "Oh, your purple hair is gone!" when they pass me in the hallway at work.

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Wow, you guys.

Tel Aviv city council member just emailed me about Hollaback Israel, asking to meet with me and talk about how to make the streets of Tel Aviv-Yafo safer to women. With laws and whatnot.

This goes further beyond what I thought it'll be.

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Shir! You're such a fucking rock star! I'm so proud to know you.

Damn. Lost another Fresh Maker today. Late too many times. Tough ass kid who's been to prison nearly cried. Such a fucking bummer.

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Damn, Shir, that's fantastic! You're changing the world.

Family~ma to everyone who's got family that needs ~ma.

P.-C., your parents continue to surprise me. I know some cultures don't really "do" the pet thing and thus don't get why sometimes having an animal in your house is a GOOD thing, but seriously now. How have they kept themselves completely insulated from the surrounding culture all this time? Or do they simply think that while pets may be fine for white devil people, an Indian person wanting a pet is just ridiculous?

Spidra, my sympathies to you and your mom. My sister and I are going through much the same thing right now. We're inundated with the stuff that came from my grandparents' house, which was also my mother's house, so it was filled with three generations of, you know, beloved crap. Now that the house is sold, all that precious detritus is in OUR houses. And we know her kids don't give a crap about any of it. We've picked out the things we want to keep, and now we're trying to get rid of the rest, but we're both so mentally exhausted by the emotional weight of it all, we can't even complete a listing on Craiglist, never mind dealing with eBay. I imagine we'll end up stuffing it all in our attics until spring, have a yard sale, and donate whatever doesn't sell to the Goodwill. (Frankly, I think we should just skip right to donating it. Nothing here is worth much, and it's not worth the time and energy spent.)

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Yay, Shir! That's great news!

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