not this kind:
but this kind:
check out that flare! i was on this show as a wee one. anyone else? unfortunately, i never won the "smile camera".
Tuesday, November 30, 2010
button, button?
who's got a button?
not this kind:
check out that flare! i was on this show as a wee one. anyone else? unfortunately, i never won the "smile camera".
not this kind:
check out that flare! i was on this show as a wee one. anyone else? unfortunately, i never won the "smile camera".
Saturday, November 27, 2010
have you seen this family?
who: family of gnomes
type: of the garden variety *snort snort*
last seen: various gardens, lawns, orchards, fields
suspects: anyone seen carrying any or all of them under their arm/in a wheelbarrow/perhaps like a sack of potatoes/in a yellow volvo/being pulled by a herd of dachshunds
reward: a handsome payment, as these gnomes are needed as decorations for upcoming holidays, family reunions, weddings, baptisms, baby blessings, a viewing of what's up doc? and/or pillow talk, grandparent visits, and mission farewells.
Saturday, November 20, 2010
Blog Plagiarism: Part II
it was my friend m. she mentioned the blog and when the tears of laughter formed at my eyes, i knew i was in for some more cheating.
blog copying.
catalogliving.net
i too await for the first waves of furniture to come upon the shore.
blog copying.
catalogliving.net
i too await for the first waves of furniture to come upon the shore.
Thursday, November 18, 2010
Blog Plagiarism?
is it bad to copy a blog post from another blog post? is that equivalent to copying your neighbor's answers from the math test? or perhaps their short answer as to why kennedy beat nixon in the 1960 election?
either way, here is my post of a post.
http://hyperboleandahalf.
and i still don't know the cool way to turn a link into a short phrase. like "ta-da!" or "get ready to laugh/ponder/cry/wonderwhatthismeansformyfuture".
either way, here is my post of a post.
http://hyperboleandahalf.
and i still don't know the cool way to turn a link into a short phrase. like "ta-da!" or "get ready to laugh/ponder/cry/wonderwhatthismeansformyfuture".
Sunday, November 14, 2010
The Parental Pause
a few months ago, i happened to have the following conversation with the parent of one of my high school peers:
me: how's adam doing?
father: oh, great! he's in salt lake now ... workin'.
the pause, along with the uplifting lilt on the last word, i realized i had stumbled upon what i now call "the parental pause".
definition: when our parents want to say more about their children but have been told to say less by those very same children. here are some examples - mostly from my own life.
curious-friend-of-my-mother's: so, what is joanna doing these days? (translation: how old is she again? when did she finish college? is she the one that went on a mission? IS SHE MARRIED?)
my mother: oh, great! she's here in portland ... workin'. (translation: she's 27 and though she finished college five years ago AND went on a mission, she's not married. perhaps you know of an eligible young man?)
former-young-woman-leader-upon-running-into-my-parents: wow! haven't seen your family in a long time? how are the twins? what are they up too? (translation: i know you had twins - i just can't remember their names. remember when they babysat my children? DO THEY HAVE KIDS YET? OR A HUSBAND? NOT NECESSARILY IN THAT ORDER?)
my dad: she's staying ... busy. (translation: i know she is working but i can't really describe it. she sure keeps the house clean and organized. i don't like to ask her about her boys.)
my mom: she's also ... workin'. (translation: i also can't really say what she does but i hope it throws her in the path of righteous, wealthy, and available young men. WE STILL ONLY HAVE 21 GRANDCHILDREN.)
note: for further evidence and testimony upon this new literary discovery, please see my sister. or my friends. or even my mother. we have talked about this. she admits. it's true.
me: how's adam doing?
father: oh, great! he's in salt lake now ... workin'.
the pause, along with the uplifting lilt on the last word, i realized i had stumbled upon what i now call "the parental pause".
definition: when our parents want to say more about their children but have been told to say less by those very same children. here are some examples - mostly from my own life.
curious-friend-of-my-mother's: so, what is joanna doing these days? (translation: how old is she again? when did she finish college? is she the one that went on a mission? IS SHE MARRIED?)
my mother: oh, great! she's here in portland ... workin'. (translation: she's 27 and though she finished college five years ago AND went on a mission, she's not married. perhaps you know of an eligible young man?)
former-young-woman-leader-upon-running-into-my-parents: wow! haven't seen your family in a long time? how are the twins? what are they up too? (translation: i know you had twins - i just can't remember their names. remember when they babysat my children? DO THEY HAVE KIDS YET? OR A HUSBAND? NOT NECESSARILY IN THAT ORDER?)
my dad: she's staying ... busy. (translation: i know she is working but i can't really describe it. she sure keeps the house clean and organized. i don't like to ask her about her boys.)
my mom: she's also ... workin'. (translation: i also can't really say what she does but i hope it throws her in the path of righteous, wealthy, and available young men. WE STILL ONLY HAVE 21 GRANDCHILDREN.)
note: for further evidence and testimony upon this new literary discovery, please see my sister. or my friends. or even my mother. we have talked about this. she admits. it's true.
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