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"Begin at the beginning, and go on till you come to the end: then stop." -- The King of Hearts

I'm an adopted Texan. As they say, "I wasn't born in Texas, but I got here as fast as I could!" I post pictures and opinions as suits my mood, mostly because I can. Hooray Internet! 

So far I have three blogs here. By the Way is the oldest. I started it in 2003. I lost a couple of years to Vox because I was too lazy to bother to export when they shut down. I consider it an exercise in accepting impermanence. When I followed my husband to Singapore for his first expat assignment, I started (T)expatriate: A Southern Girl in Singapore. That covers 2010 and 2011, give or take. Next came Oslo, and (T)expat 2: Norwegian Boogaloo,  in 2012. Now I'm back home, and back on By the Way.

Pix live on Flickr. I toss links out on Twitter when I feel like it. I'm still not sure what to do with G+ but I kinda like it.


Scrappin' Fool

I'm completely obsessed/involved/submerged in making a wedding scrapbook for my cuz RT and his lovely new bride Miss Cinday War and I'm having such a good time it should be illegal. Tomorrow is a break, though, for the first meeting of the Book Arts Group at the Houston Museum of Printing History. (One of my all-time favorite places in town, and soooo conveniently located!)

Completely unrelated, there is some kind of boat thing in the air. I'm reading a book about boats (see below) and tonight all the shows on the Discovery and History Channels have been about boats (Discovery) or wood (History--and thus inescapably (if indirectly) about boats (at some point)), including a story about a modern version of a 5-masted barque which seems about as far off from the experience I'm reading about as you could possibly imagine.... Wow. How was that for use of parentheses? (Programmers are quite comfy with (nested (especially)) parentheses, ya know.)

Oh, and Mr. Jurevicius, last week better not have been a fluke or I will be really ticked off, seeing as how I lost because I sat you on the bench and you decided to catch eight receptions for one hundred thirty-seven yards and two, count-'em two, touchdowns. (That would be just over twenty-nine points in the Texas Deathmatch IV league, JJ, in case you weren't counting.) Next time you're gonna break out like that for pete's sake let your ever-lovin' blue-eyed1 managers know!!

1Random Pogo reference. Don't know where that came from. Waiter! More wine!

Click here and confuse Amazon:

(Dad, don't buy it, I'll send it home with you at Xmas. Although a dime (currently the "best price" in the Amazon hickey) seems like a pretty good deal for a real-live book....)

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