“Are you studying or reading a book?”
That was the question my grandma asked me whenever she saw me reading. That was always her curiosity, even before her illness compelled her to ask that question every ten minutes, making it challenging for me to read anything around her.
A year ago I was in Naples for my green card interview at the US consulate. In retrospect, the inordinate amounts of pizza we ate during our stay were the perfect way to celebrate the end of a nine-months-long process full of forms, lawyers, and lots of waiting. Three weeks later I moved to Boston.
(I know, great time to move to the United States.)
My parents got Klara in the late summer of 1999 when she was still a pup. I had just moved to California for a year, and I’ll admit that before I met her I didn’t understand what the fuss was all about. Maybe I was even a bit jealous.
This post appeared on March 31 on The Pastry Box Project.
After my first post on The Pastry Box Project last year, I was invited to be a baker for 2015, which is also the project’s final year. I started my tenure on January 31, with a piece titled “Pixel-Induced Alienation.”
A month ago I submitted a piece to The Pastry Box Project, which is now online. It’s titled “My Elusive Science,” and it’s about unicorns and fuzzy puppies (maybe).
Rediscovering and embracing the Mac’s Finder as an organization tool.
Any time is tea time.
Stuff for which I’d blame “the people,” but I know they’re just the victims of miseducation.
I don’t particularly like footnotes, yet I keep using them. Maybe it’s time to stop.