It was the Saturday before Thanksgiving: Was I spending it with my mom who is in town? No. Was I out on a hike or at the beach? No. Here is what I was doing. Before: After: Do the pictures look suspiciously the same? The reason for that is the carpet they installed above was… Continue reading Finding My Happy Place
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Objects as Time Machines
The weekend before last a dear friend and I went to CityFest in San Diego. It had been years since we had gone, and our fond memories led us to do it again. Our memories were better than reality. The festival itself seemed to us to have evolved into commercial mediocrity, but we enjoyed each… Continue reading Objects as Time Machines
Grown Up, Now What? 