Oh, my stars and garters!

Leaf print experiment, the conclusion

Remember the leaf prints I was trying to make? Well, one of them came out, sort of.

Neither of my office experiments was a raging success, but both at least came out okay. Good enough. I mean, it wouldn't be an experiment if I knew how it was going to turn out, would it?

I'd like to try leaf prints again, but in a more controlled area with direct sunlight.

Beeting, eating, fleeting.

This afternoon I made the beets into beet hummus with a side of goat cheese and cooked up the beet greens to put into a couple of quiches that Eric generously made. Then I took everything to work to share.

Completely independently of that, someone brought a beautiful giant tomato from his garden and two other people brought cookies. We had a spontaneous little feast.

I really like my coworkers; they are on the whole kind,  smart, and fun to be around. However. I'm glad it's only a few days until I'm not seeing quite so much of them.

Look, we grew beets! Office beets!

Why I suck right now and I don't care

Working, working, almost every day now, occasionally all night until after the sun comes up. My body is confused. My brain is confused. My eyes burn.

As tired and stupid as I am right now, I'm in fairly good spirits. One nice thing about working so much is feeling that I can forgive myself for letting just about everything go for a while. It's kind of freeing. The house is messy, I don't return phone calls for days, my hair is shaggy and greasy, I ate chili cheese dogs for four meals in a row: oh, well, I have an excuse. And my coworkers are in the same boat, so no one's going to judge me for wearing the same pair of pants three days in a row. At least I don't think they will. I hope they don't.

Eric and I both needed something to look forward to once all this working stops, so we bought plane tickets to Portland for a long weekend next month. All we want is to go someplace new to eat, drink beer, and take pictures for a few days, and Portland sounds about perfect for all that. Anyone have suggestions on things to do? What part of town should we stay in?

Hey, since you went to all the trouble to stop by here even though I haven't bothered to update in like two weeks (see paragraph two above), please enjoy this chalk drawing of a unicorn vomiting a rainbow that I saw at the park this evening:

Magical, right?

Juxtapose

Last night at the grocery store I waited as a bland, flabby college kid blocked my path. In his exceptionally poky progress up the aisle, he knocked a toilet plunger off the shelf. It landed upright in the middle of the floor, and he stopped and looked at it stupidly before resuming his journey.

Just as he began scratching his butt through a pair of dirty sweatpants, his opposite stalked past. He was about five years older and dressed for business at 11 on a Saturday night. He held a phone up to his haircut, shouting, "And so I told him: THAT, my friend? Is how you change the world!"

I didn't get to hear the rest because I had to stick my head in a display of garbage bags to disguise my laughter. The rainbow of dipshits holds a stunning variety of shades and gradations, but it's rare to glimpse both ends at the exact same time.