Swiped from sraun
SQUEE! More Plants!
First, I got another great big pot of Purple Wandering Jew last night and hung it up in the kitchen. Then a pot of Golden Pothos and something else identified as GP that isn’t leapt into my basket at Home…
Old Photos: Kitties and Puppies
I scanned some very old photos today. Shelley is in most of them. There are also some of the Australian Shepherd puppies we had when she was a kitten. Another kitten, Maggie, is in one shot. These were from 1989.
Defining Hate
One of the questions in that last post made me think about the definition of hate. I also think that adding “is there anyone you hate?” might make sense. In fact, I went back and did so. sambear taught his…
Self-Interview Questions
Taken from starwolf. My answers aren’t nearly as poetic as hers. silenceleigh wrote a post about the interview she gives to new characters she’s thought of. It’s more interesting than most of the interview memes, so I’m going to use…
Meditations on Gratitude
Meditations on Gratitude –O. Eugene Pickett, 4th president of UUA, 1979-1985 For the expanding grandeur of Creation, worlds known and unknown, galaxies beyond galaxies, filling us with awe and challenging our imaginations: We give thanks this day. For this fragile…
Accessibility
I’m following up on my post about LJ accessibility. I would have simply replied in the comments, but I think it’s an important topic. Web site accessibility, just like building accessibility, is about making resources available to everyone regardless of…
Poetry: Ode to My 1977 Toyota
Ode to My 1977 Toyota –Barbara Hamby From Babel Engine like a Singer sewing machine, where have you not carried me-to dance class, grocery shopping, into the heart of darkness and back again? O the fruit you’ve transported-cherries, peaches, blueberries,…
LJ Accessibility?
Running my LJ page through Bobby tells me (as I suspected) that it sucks in terms of accessibility. It was worse when I used S2, unfortunately. Do any of you happen to know if there’s any discussion of this topic…
Poetry: Day Bath
Day Bath –Debra Spencer From Pomegranate for my son Last night I walked him back and forth, his small head heavy against my chest, round eyes watching me in the dark, his body a sandbag in my arms. I longed…