Ewww. Also, why on earth did she name the poor kid Sarvis?

Yeah, Sarvis sounds like a villain in a sci-fi novel.

Roomie and I walked around the lake this afternoon (~3 miles). She had a groupon for Ben and Jerry's, but it turned out to be closed. So instead we had fish and chips, and then froyo. So much for the benefits of lake-walking. :)

DH want to go to this. And he wants $3000 to buy a Thacher Calculating Machine.

That article made me a bit tense, to be honest, I am not sure why a mother thought it would be okay to share that she puts herself on the level of pre-teens who scrawl their love in bathroom stalls with regards to the nature of their affections for her son, and why she'd immortalise it in such a fashion.

I mean, I can get that they're people who want to read that, because we delight in what we see as other people's flaws--I just don't get why you'd step up to be that person. Does it pay that well? Is the byline worth that much?

My sister called me twice when I was sleeping. This means my mother has freaked out. Well, it might have been my mother who called. Whoever it is, they always call multple times, right on top of each other. At least this time it wasn't five times in quick succession, because that makes me freak out.

Jesus, man. Can't I have some privacy to be in pain? But, hey, at least I'm not named Sarvis.

Which, tangentially, reminds me--the most universally commonly mis-pronounced word in many different Indian accents I've heard is "determine". It's so often pronounced deh-tur-MINE. I have no idea why. I asked a co-worker about it last week, and he was all "Oh, really? I don't remember what we were taught in school." Was it possible that one wack pronunciation coloured the whole continent?

Anyway, let me go reply to Mother's email.

eta: Jesse, I can't work out how to submit a photoset to goodstuff, but if I could, I'd submit the first three chalk photos of my (currently) penultimate posting. They're kinda cute, if you leave out the last one.

Yeah, that Modern Love article was several years ago, and I'm pretty sure I remember Salon and Slate and a bunch of other websites having "WTF?"-type reaction articles to it.

Summarizing this trip:

Wedding: weird. Won't go into it more than I have.

My extended family: kinda awesome. I only didn't get to chat with one uncle (which I regret, I will see if he emails because part of the issue was his hearing is bad in a crowd) but all the other aunts, uncles and cousins who attended. My Uncle K? Still THE BOMB. I wish he flew, because I'd have him here in a hot minute to give me period renovation advice. He shares my love of old stuff redone right and knows how to, as that was his former career. And if I could afford him and my cousin J, who is a carpenter/shipbuilder/restorer/builder....god, I'd have this place fanfuckingtastic. My eldest cousin A and I, despite a 14 year difference (meant more then than now,) just fall in like we've been buds forever.

My cousins' kids respond to me as if I've been around all this time. And OMG, is it fun to watch them play together as we once did. One aunt's namesake granddaughter became the favorite cousin ever of my eldest aunt's second granddaughter. And the namesake looks eerily like her grandmother. My two cousin's (sisters) sons also look alike, yet not like their mothers, but still very much like others in our family. They all raced around, bought penny candy from the museum, and generally amused everyone. We need to get them all out to the farm.

Omaha's Durham Museum (where the reception was, a deco train terminal, reminded me of Griffith Obsv): fucking awesome.

Getting mistaken for a docent in costume at said museum, hilarious.

Learning my cousin, the groom, has committed to farming with his dad, meaning the family farm might stay in family? Whoa.

Jesse, I can't work out how to submit a photoset to goodstuff, but if I could, I'd submit the first three chalk photos of my (currently) penultimate posting. They're kinda cute, if you leave out the last one.

I will try to remember to go back and find it when I get to work...

The repeal of the Equal Pay law in Wisconsin, according to state senator Glen Grothman: Not only is the no disparity in pay between genders, if there was, it wouldn't matter because "you could argue that money is more important for a man."

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ita, I can't find it.

This [link] Jesse.