– The main drawback of communicating mostly through sarcasm (if, indeed, there is any) is this: on the rare occasion when you are sincere, people don’t believe you. They think you are being a snide jerk, and the more you try to convince them otherwise, the worse it gets. This happened time and again whenever…
– I’m a bit of an organizational freak. Some of you, especially those who have spent any amount of time on my blog, may find that hard to believe. I seem to flit from one location to the next, and the narrative of my travels soon becomes convoluted. I dart around like a homing pigeon…
It seems somewhat politically insensitive (or perhaps merely uninformed) to lump all my photos from our Ireland trip together, especially in light of last Monday’s post. I wondered if I should split them up into two posts – 10 photos from our trip to Northern Ireland, and 10 photos from our trip to the Republic. But there is no…
Rand refuses to believe I have a bad side. Photographically speaking, I mean. He knows I have a dark and sinister and downright evil side to my personality – that could never be disputed. It shows itself in full force when I’m stuck in traffic, when too much time has elapsed between my consumption of snacks,…
I’m just saying … I think it would encourage me to pay better attention to the directions. – Because frankly, right now she sounds all hoighty-toighty and bossy.
I become a huge, unmitigated dork whenever anyone points a camera at me. Okay, fine: I’m a huge, unmitigated dork in most circumstances, and that includes when someone points a camera at me. –
– Have you ever returned from a trip, or a party, some sort of special, I-really-should-take-photos kind of event, and realize that you took barely any photos at all? You may have a handful of them, but they are blurry or poorly-composed or they make you think “Why in god’s name did I take a…
Rand and I were in Palo Alto for work. Well, he had work. I had things to eat and photos to take. Which is the closest thing I do to work. Holy crap. My life rules. Anyway, I digress. We were in Palo Alto, and we carved out some time to stop by the Facebook…
It’s grey in Seattle. And chilly. I’m sitting here in my office, contemplating grabbing a sweater. For the record, I’m already wearing jeans and a t-shirt. But it’s in the high sixties in here, and I have goosebumps. It’s out of sheer stubbornness that I don’t grab a cardigan, because it is July, and that…
Tales of Food, Feminism, and Fury
by Geraldine DeRuiter
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