Category: inter-world
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Dad sent me four pre-paid B&W photo development envelopes from A&I for Christmas this year, very thoughtful. I have a dozen rolls of film in my kitchen junk drawer–rolls I have transported from home to home and state to state (and even abroad!) for years and years. They languished next to twist ties, duct tape…
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It's amazing–I never knew I still had so many friends still back in Wisconsin! What a perfect time to join Facebook—I've been 'friended' by so many familiar faces! I'm searching high and low for an apartment in Milwaukee. Portland is so dog-friendly, I'd forgotten that other towns aren't so keen on your four legged friend…
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My dear old friend and amazing painter Amy Park is a featured artist on 20×200. Go, now. Buy art. Her images of beloved Chicago architecture, like these shown above, are part of the tugging at my heart that is leading me back to my midwestern home. And they're watercolors! Go now, buy art. Buy art…
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Woo-hoo! What a night! When they called it, at 8pm Pacific time, I was standing on my balcony overlooking the lights of downtown Portland and could hear my neighbors on either side hooping and hollering–shouts of "I can't believe it!" "Did he really do it?!". I could hear shouts, whistles, car horns and pots being…
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While at the chiropractor's this week, when discussing the current dismal state of affairs and the gloomy pervailing attitude, I mentioned that despite the disaster befalling all of us at the low-end of the scale (now is not the time to make your living on commission), I've somehow entered a state of relaxed resignation. I'm…
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A co-worker asked me what I had wanted to be when I grew up, when I was little: "A textile designer". "And one of the people who does the tiny little line drawings and doodles in the New Yorker." (pause) "Oh, and a war-zone photojournalist". "A what?" (shocked expression). "Yeah, why not? I have one…
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The gang all together for Miss Meg's birthday.
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I've been the point of amusement, and frequent outright laughter, for my verbal use of language. Distict speech patterns and local colloquisms from the varied places I've lived have randomly taken hold in my daily spoken word bank. I can't help it, I just pick these things up. A few minutes on the phone with…
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I was asked an interesting, and bothersome, question today: "What is your hometown?". Huh. I'm not sure how to answer that. Born in San Francisco, but only there for one year. Then lived in Columbia, Missouri but gone by the age of 3 or 4. Raised, as it were, in Fond du Lac, Wisconsin. But…
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It was my birthday yesterday, and it went well. After recovering from the previous night out (work holiday party at Hubers, Spanish Coffees=very bad things), I managed to get myself together for a great dinner out with friends at Paley's Place, someplace I hadn't been before. It was the perfect pick, fabulous food and fun…
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