:: p-dog ::
"I made a new friend." "Real, or imaginary?" "Imaginary." -- Donnie Darko 
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| :: blogs and pics :: |
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| Clare |
| Cameron |
| Matty |
| Bryan |
| Leyla |
| Nicole |
| Johanna |
| Catie |
| Noelle |
| gallery.overt.org |
| Clare's pics |
| :: currently cooking :: |
| Grilled Tomato and Red Bell Pepper Soup
Why is everything better when you grill it? This soup is definitely worth polluting the air for, plus it gives you a great excuse to buy three pounds of tomatoes at the farmers market. |
| :: currently reading :: |
| The Plot Against America
by Philip Roth Alternative history in which FDR is defeated in the 1940 presidential election and, instead of fighting against Germany & co in WW2, the US tacitly allies with them. Bad news for Jews everywhere. Good reading. |
| :: archive :: |
Meta-blog: On this trip back to Texas, I've been happy not to have to give anyone the 45-second spiel about how things are going. "Oh yeah, well, it's hard, but you know I expected that, and no, I don't think I want to be a teacher forever, and yeah, living with Bryan is really amazing, and sure, you can come visit whenever." Everyone I visit seems to already know at least the basics. How? "I read your blog." You read my blog? Really? See, based on the comments, I've assumed that my reader profile looks like about 4 above-ground readers (Clare, Amy, Matt, Frank), perhaps three silent readers (my parents, Bryan), and the occasional random passer-by (Edward?). But while I thought I was more or less babbling into the wilderness, it turns out there's been a ghost audience much larger than I believed. Which is nice--I'm glad puddledog has been a moderately successful means of keeping up with the world. But also: if you're reading, you should comment! Speak! Identify yourself! Tell me what you think, how you're doing. Then, when we see each other, you won't have to give me the 45-second spiel either.
:: Leslie H - 8:30 AM - ::
:: Sunday, December 21, 2003 ::
Can it really be Christmas break? It's always taken vacations a while to sink it for me. But deep down I must know that the break has arrived: yesterday I successfully slept past 8 a.m., without being driven out of bed by thoughts of what I must get done. And I'm only occassionally dreaming about my kids, thank god. Yes, time has passed as I knew deep down it would.
Now I'm just trying to stiffle the urge to count down by half days. For instance, right now I have just shy of 15 days left before I go back to school. It's a satisfyingly large number, but still terminal. And the pressure is on for next semester: I expected to be miserable until Christmas, but then I expected to be doing okay.
Cameron is here for a visit, which has been a lot of laidback fun. On Friday we hung out and made dinner. Rain interfered with our Saturday plans of hiking in the wilderness. Oh yes, we hiked--it just rained while we did it. Pictures forthcoming.Then we were thwarted in our plans to see Return of the King by the ten thousand others at our local theater with the same idea.
Today we're heading down to Santa Cruz and maybe Monterey to take in the lovely beachtowns. Probably in the rain. Tomorrow: San Francisco. For future reference, December is not the best time to see northern CA. It's the one drizzly month of the year.
Strange little images of Texas keep floating to the surface of our heads. For me: a leather fringy pillow in my parents' house. For Bryan, the stoplight at an intersection in Austin. I take it on faith that Texas still exists, but I won't quite believe it till I see it.
:: Leslie H - 9:12 AM - ::
:: Wednesday, December 17, 2003 ::
New pics of our Christmas tree in the Bopping Around the Bay album. Also, lots of pics from our ski-bunny weekend at Lake Tahoe.
gallery.overt.org: now only half the sodium!
One day more, one more day, ONE DAY MORE.
:: Leslie H - 9:22 PM - ::
:: Wednesday, December 10, 2003 ::
Good news--Berkeley did defer me after all. They just never bothered to tell me about it, and only now responded to my low-level barrage of emails and letters. Ah, big state schools.
Also, I can start next fall if I want, forsaking year 2 of TFA. Oh, the dilemma.
Must decide whether to teach or learn. Must wait for Bryan's grad school admission results. Must choose Seattle or the Bay. Haven't I done this before?
:: Leslie H - 9:52 PM - ::
:: Sunday, December 07, 2003 ::
Email Santa.
Technology takes over the world.
http://www.overt.org/family/hallwishlist/wishlist/
Neat.
:: Leslie H - 10:03 PM - ::
:: Saturday, December 06, 2003 ::
Decorated a Christmas tree, kicked ass at yoga, now drinking coffee con baileys and putting off grading essays.
I harbored hopes that TFA would make me a more reflective and profound person, but thus far it's only made me self-indulgent. I have urges to post things not related to my immediate welfare, but my sphere of awareness doesn't extend far outside myself right now. Other than my 45 minutes of NPR commute time.
Deep thoughts=a new year's resolution.
:: Leslie H - 7:33 PM - ::
