I can’t begin to imagine what computers would have to do to convince me that reading the Sunday comics in any other fashion than with a cup of coffee at my kitchen counter with the paper in my hand is worth it. But then again, I guess twenty years ago, I couldn’t imagine what it would take to convince me to keep an online diary that the whole world could read. Time marches on, right Satchel?
A cautionary tale
If you plan to take the plastic cover off your florescent lights to change the bulbs and maybe clean the cover, you definitely want to make sure that the person helping you is a very good friend. That way they won’t gag and look disgusted when the get the plastic cover off and discover all the dead bug bodies in there. Gross!
Another way to look at it
I had a friend tell me that at a recent gathering of many people she’d not seen for years, old acquaintances kept coming up to her and telling her she looked just the same, just the way they remembered her. She said she was tempted to ask them if they meant that she looked 80 twenty years ago. Hmmmm………….
Foster children who succeed
She sat at the front of the room, poised and looking sophisticated beyond her obvious years. She was young, beautiful, and dressed for success in Bush Alaska. She faced a semi-circle of people who sat behind tables with the debris of their catered breakfast scattered amid the papers, pens and agendas.
Anyone popping his or her head in the door to look at this scene would think it was nothing extraordinary. A conference of legal, educational, counseling and social services professionals waiting for a presentation from one of their peers on the issues faced by foster children in getting their
In a world full of marvelous new inventions…
… in my mind, nothing quite measures up to the lasagna noodle that doesn’t have to be boiled first. Alleluia!
The most beautiful time
When the snow first falls and the trees are full of white and everything is clean, it feels like the world must have been at the beginning, before we made it so dirty.
Dr. Ken Petersen
Today is the day we in Alaska get a chance to say goodbye to Ken Petersen. If you didn’t know Ken, it would be hard to explain how great a loss this is for those of us privileged to have known him. Suffice to say that somewhere in heaven, god is grinning broadly because she has one of her favorite sons close by her side again.
Why can’t they?
If they can send us to the moon, why can’t they invent a TV camera that makes me look young and beautiful? Or at least not bald?
Is this Congress capable of anything?
I don’t know why the political parties any longer pretend they are different. Each seems to be owned by its own group of outside interests and what the general public wants seems to come last on their list. How sad. There has been a Democratic congress for almost a year now…or is it over a year? Time flies when you’re having fun, doesn’t it? At any rate, maybe I’m just reading the wrong papers but I can’t find a single damn thing they’ve actually done where they stood up to the emperor in chief and weren’t the first to blink.
Anchorage has spoiled me
I loved being back in Barrow for a visit. But I must admit that I miss the restaurants of Anchorage and my latte stand. Oh dear, I’ve become citified!