Archive for February, 2006

I was reading an article recently about the recent surge in the market for pre-sliced apples (in the New Yorker, maybe?). They’re preserved in some kind of healthy goo that keeps them from turning brown, and the kids love them. The article asked a “Disgust Expert” why people found an empty bag so much more […]

The counter girl is lovely, striking even. She looks serene waiting behind the counter, but as we begin talking, I realize that something isn’t right. She seems a bit like a computer animation � too uniform, too shiny. At first I think she’s just wearing too much makeup, but then she laughs and I think […]

It’s been a rough period around the Mason household. When Bryan gets stressed out, he loses things. Expensive things. I can figure out how distracted he is by how much equipment disappears.
In the last few months, we’ve replaced phone, a digital camera, and an Apple laptop (as you may remember). Bryan also spent a […]

A highlight from Merlin’s 5ives:

“Five things you can bring along to help make the party all about you
1. your doggie
2. your 12-string
3. your new Nikon
4. your puppet friend
5. Dianetics”

From a Flickr comments exchange:
-I hate everyone.
-Hate can’t change the past.
-No, but it fuels the future.

I’m tutoring in an elementary school classroom, and reading timelines the students have created. My favorite:
Election
Oaklahoma City Bombing
Iraq
Trade Center
My no-good, rotten, makes a big deal out of everything sister is born.

It’s 7:30 a.m. This young man is wearing a black jean jacket and walking along with his hands in his pockets. When he spots us, he bends at the waist and runs across our path with his head lowered. His hair bounces across his eyes as he jogs. Bryan and I exchange a glance just […]

Bryan really did run over his laptop with the car. Good thing he’s pretty.

We hear a radio story about how injuries are way up among kids because the push to excel at competitive team sports is growing.
Me: Screw that. Whatever happened to just going out in the yard and playing? I guess if they really, really want to be on a soccer team or something, but it would […]

Say you wake up, and it’s still dark, and you’re groggy, and you’re thirsty.
Say you stumble into the kitchen, and you see the silhouette of a container of cranberry juice on the counter. Say you’re sleepy, so you don’t stop to think about why it’s not in the fridge, or why the cap feels funny. […]