the house is rather topsy turvey at the moment - I am determined to improve it, but so far I have only got rid of the box tower...

Hey, Hec--does Matilda still have that prismatic refract/reflect/refract thing missing from her life? This one doesn't involve water or Mother Nature, but it's portable and cool: [link] .

It strikes me that one of the things clearly missing from my NYE celebrations is pretending to be in a relationship that I'm not in, for good or ill. That used to be a required feature of most of my larks.

Any commercial kitchen should be ashamed to serve cold toasted bagels if that wasn't the stipulation.

I went running and ate breakfast. Now I'm doing some long-delayed filing (bah). My house is slowly filling up with boxes and bags of stuff from my folks' place--things that I don't need but am reluctant to dump, because they have some family meaning. It's a problem.

I need to empty my garage, and my front closet. There is too much stuff in the world.

I've had some great NYEs, and Valentine Days. So I've had good fortune on Days Of Great Expectation.

There is too much stuff in the world.

this. possibly I should list a few items on ebay today.

Hey, Hec--does Matilda still have that prismatic refract/reflect/refract thing missing from her life? This one doesn't involve water or Mother Nature, but it's portable and cool:

Oooh! Bookmarked.

It strikes me that one of the things clearly missing from my NYE celebrations is pretending to be in a relationship that I'm not in, for good or ill. That used to be a required feature of most of my larks.

My best NYEs involved kissing strangers on that night.

this. possibly I should list a few items on ebay today.

Or for us, craigslist. We have my wonderful pink glider which doesn't quite fit in the house anymore. Bah. I'd rather have shelves.

Hello, Buffistas! I have been reading you on my phone.

I've never kissed a stranger on NYE, and I'm pretty sure I've never been in a position where it was an expected segue, no matter who desirable I might later find out it was.

In fact, I didn't kiss my first stranger until my late 20s, if memory serves. I could not understand my sister and her macking...until I could.

Every time I post a flickr link here, I go back and look at the stats, because I'm curious (politest term at hand) like that and there's an appropriate spike in traffic--but not on recent pictures or from here.

I have no idea what is the what.

I deliberately took more pictures of food since I downloaded Food, which provides a custom UI and template for storing meal notes in my notekeeping app of choice. The app makes them look better than my pictures would alone, by virtue of framing, etc, but I like having the notes, despite having thought it silly at the frist.

I have no NYE plans. But maybe on NY day I will take twins to look at rose bowl floats. You all are invited too. unfortunately it's lots of people. And cold.