The magic number
Published 24 Mar 2005
3: the number of egrets I saw on my drive in to work today
3: the number of hawks I saw on the drive home yesterday
3: after this weekend, the number of time I will have redesigned this site this month
1003: reasons I’m glad we live in Humboldt County. The latest: in the middle of his appointment, Brian’s cancer doctor walked home to get his photo albums from a recent trip to Antarctica, and proceeded to go through the photos and chat with him for an hour about the trip. Then he sent the albums home with Brian so I could see them. And then he told Brian, “Oh by the way, you’re fine”.
33: how many I am today.
In: Cocoa on the Couch
This is the section that contains all of my personal articles — sometimes sweet, sometimes bitter — it’s good to have a fire going and a cat purring in your lap when you read these.
Coffee at my Desk
Thanks, Ada
I think Matto has said it best for me today:
I have it on decent authority that the world is full of women who kick ass in Tech. …More »
Margarita on the Rocks
poodle, purse, & pumps
Right. I realize that I haven’t blogged in over a year. I am working on remedying that, and have a bunch of half-finished projects to prove it. More on that …More »
Commentary
Nat writes
Mar 25 at 08:51 PM #
3: The number of months you are older than me. Neener-Neener.
Andrea writes
Mar 25 at 09:10 PM #
3: the number of drinks Nat now owes me :P
dan writes
Mar 25 at 10:33 PM #
You know, jesus was 33 when he faked his death and ran off to France with Mary Magdelene…
Andrea writes
Mar 25 at 11:01 PM #
Dan, thanks for reminding my how much I should have accomplished by now…