serendipity

Bicycle built for three

Inspired by the sunny weather, we went out for a short 4.5 mile ride to the park. The wind was blowing hard and sideways, so we had to pedal against it in both directions (that just doesn't seem fair). It made for a decent workout.

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Things that start with the letter "S" (for $500)

 

Letter-s

I never play meme games (or reindeer games now that I think of it), but last week's question of the day about board games has me thinking about scrabble. When Sooz posted this, I thought I would play along.

Here's how it works: Sooz gave me an "S." I'll write ten words beginning with "S." If you leave a comment on this entry, I'll give you a letter (if you want to play) and then you post in your blog...

Serendipity - still one of my favorite words

Satisfied - I am very rarely

Still - my girls have no idea what it means to be this

Soft - to the touch

Surprise!

Sand - preferably white and in the Caribbean

Specials - yes, yes, I know it is really "The"

So sue me - no, don't really

Sexy - this word works just as well without the "y"

Save me - a great song by Aimee Mann

"You look like a perfect fit
For a girl in need of a tourniquet
But can you save me
Come on and save me
If you could save me
From the ranks of the freaks
Who suspect they could never love anyone"

The second time around...

Hmmm. There are quite a few for me. I loved Aliens. And Terminator 2. And The Bourne Supremacy (although that might just be because Matt Damon looks soooo great without a shirt).

On the softer side I really liked A Man and a Woman, 20 Years Later. There is a whole substory about the Paris-Dakar race, which is one of the greatest races on earth.

I am not a blogger

This weekend I spent a lot of time with people who have no idea what blogging is. Most of them think that photos taken on phones stay on phones, and often confuse instant messaging with text messaging. They are, in a word, pretty normal people.

I used to be one of them (more or less).

To entertain my Comet friends over the course of the weekend I moblogged some of the things I saw. I took time to explain to my non-blogging friends what I was doing and why, although I couldn't talk about or show Comet specifically of course.

None of this felt strange to me. I had my filter set to "things I find interesting that I think my Comet friends will like" and I posted accordingly. It seemed very natural. Everything was fine.

Then something happened: my husband announced to a group of friends over dinner that I was a  "blogger." And instantly I rebelled against the characterization. I insisted that I was not a blogger. Sure I have, um, three blogs that I actively maintain, but I AM NOT A BLOGGER. (oh my god, I have 3 blogs. shit, shit shit. does that make me a?...a..no. I can't say it)

Stepping outside of myself, I have to say that I find this reaction pretty interesting. My response is so visceral. So strong, it is akin to being called a Republican.

Now, I know that some of you (all of you?) may be offended at my reaction and for this I am truly sorry. Please don't take it personally. I suspect that what is happening is a demographic thing. I am forty-freaking-two, and I think that part of my problem may be that I am simply too old to be a "blogger." (Oh and by the way, I'm not a diarist or a journalist either.)

So while it is perfectly fine for me to post and send photos to My 3 Blogs (wasn't that a tv show?), I do not want to be referred to as a blogger. How strange is that? This makes me wonder, is this unique to me, or are there others that feel that way?

Would you consider making "Are you a blogger?" a question of the day?

Late lunch

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La folie

Mmm. Lobster!

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Back at the clift bar

For a bite and some cocktails

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I love to play...

I'm not much into board games, but I do enjoy a good game of Scrabble on a rainy day. Candyland (the Winnie the Pooh version) is mandatory for anyone who spends the weekend with our kids.

Every now and then we enjoy fighting with our friends for world domination over a 3 hour game of Risk. We only play this with good friends because Risk is the kind of game that involves trust and alliances, betrayal and loss, and I've seen emotions get on the high side (especially if it's late and we've been drinking...)

Risk

Something about a hotel mirror

My friends are staying at the Clift, and this bed looked so delicious that I couldn't resist taking a picture of it. I didn't realize until the last minute that the picture was also a self-portrait of sorts...

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Ferry building

Lucky 13

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"And the feeling that it's all a lot of oysters, and no pearl..." A long December, Counting Crows.

"I don't need pearls, as long as there are oysters." kc.