Nutella, I love you.
your nutty chocolateyness
the way you stick on my spoon
the way you slide down my gullet.
I love your jar,
the black n
the red utella.
Who invented you?
Who first smeared you on an apple?
You are as mysterious as you are beautiful.
This is so cool. Anyone who is paying attention has wondered about the women who sew our cheap clothes, but this artist's project is a great way to bring it home. Cut the tags out of your clothes and send 'em her way!
My computer is finally fixed. Honey, don't talk to me about motherboards and CPU's. I don't wanna know. Two months plus without a computer and believe me, my life was made exponentially harder. This is what the Unibomber was talking about: technology becomes something that you MUST have. The poor are locked out. I have been barely functional without it.
But happy to be back. She seems to be working fine, chugging along.
Got my application in to Sacramento for the teaching credential program. Really, I have very little sense of where I'm going. Where will I be in a year?
Well, it was a lovely trip. Many cups of tea, many "full English breakfasts" (heart-attack on a plate) Many tube stops. many miles slogged through london streets. Some miles slogged through a gorgeous soggy moor. ( I could almost see Emily Bronte out there walking in her dark dresss with her faithful dog) Many candy bars purchased.
Oddly, what woke me up at 5 or so this morning was stressful dream that was not too hard to interpret. I was in Europe (I could tell by the cobblestone streets) and I had to drive a huge, shiny American truck. This truck belonged to Steve Dhanens, Katy's dad. It was horrible, I was too short to reach the pedals, I couldn't find the brake, I got turned around in traffic and people were honking and yelling at me. Finally I found a sort of parking space, dumped the truck and went to find someone who could park it.
Traveling with a 13 year old was an awesome responsiblity. Sometimes I felt too short to reach the pedals, knowwhatImean?