American Girl

Happy International Talk Like a Pirate Day, everyone!
 

The power of celery...

got my very first tattoo...a heart in memory of Grace

Tomorrow I'm going to a guided tour of the SOFIA-plane that is visiting Germany currently. Really looking forward to that! 

So let's say you were doing your daily job application work and today you notice that a job you got to the final interview but didn't get is back as a job listing. You also remember that the job that's on the listing is not the original job you applied with in the company but a job they thought you would be really suited for and wanted you to interview for that. Do you legitimately apply to said job again or email the woman in charge of the department who gave you her card?

Trying to decide if I should talk to my boss about an issue im having with a supervisor or wait and see if it blows over.... Dont want to make a big deal about it but also dont want it to get worse. 

A mini celebration for everyone who has a Monday to Friday workweek:
Hopefully the rest of us will enjoy our weekend, too, even if it isn't exactly TGIF for us!

Grief is the worst. 

My health is going downhill so fast I'm worried y'all might think I've got Munchausen by Internet.

9/11 was strange yesterday.  First, Neptune posted about memories of going to work at WTC . . . for someone who describes himself as "highly creative, but no talent," the story he told through a FB comment thread was moving and highly visual.  Then I had a sudden burst of clarity about a concept we'd talked about photographing, took pictures of props, and sent him the idea.  He likes it and we're going to shoot that in the next couple weeks - ideally outdoors and before the grass starts to brown off.  And then last night, I went back and looked at those memory comments Neptune had made in the morning.  They were a striking set of vignettes:  The coffee cart vendor, the tie shop, the Bat Girls, the jewelry story (she said yes 🙂 ), the lady at Famous Amos, the Greek family and more . . .
Neptune fully admits to sometimes swiping selfies friends post, to play with in Photoshop.  He's done a few of mine and handed back some really lovely edits.  So I did the writer's version of nabbing selfies:  coped and pasted the memory comments to a Doc and played with them until I'd turned them into a monologue.  It's still his story.  I can hear every word of it in his voice.  Credited appropriately to him.  Told him about it over breakfast this morning and he thoroughly approved.  Said that comment thread yesterday was only the the second time in eighteen years he's talked about those vendors, shopkeepers, and employees.  I have a writer's open mic coming up in a couple weeks.  I've already asked him to come.  If we're both feeling brave enough, I may read that monologue.