• Just saying No to #WPdrama and yes to #DrupalCMS ‘cause FLOSS & AX both really matter.

  • After being sick much of November, putting an old cat to rest, getting stomach flu from Thanksgiving, and worrying about where Health Care is headed in this country, hoping to get back to some normal business this month.

  • RIP Chloe circa 2008—2024 She was a shelter cat with history, but a fun companion with lotsa spunk. Let the hole in my heart fill with sweet memories. Chloe’s Adoption Note

  • Attending “The Chicago Manual of Style Principal Reviser” talk at Open Book in Minneapolis today. CMOS 18 approves of Singular They. About Time! 40 years ago my work partner was finishing a Phd with studies of common use of the gender-neutral form, including text. Common practice for me.

  • Yea, voted early at a Popup in Minneapolis Institute of Arts. Making a day of it for a personal holiday! Democracy, Art, and ending with Jazz & small plates at Berlin club downtown listening to Brandon Wozniak and Bryan Nichols.

    Vote & Celebrate Peeps!!!

  • Was putting The Best Laid Plans by Sidney Sheldon in my Little Free Library, then noticed the back cover Promo:

    HE WANTED POWER. SHE WANTED REVENGE.

    Now I need to read this Presidential Campaign Thriller as it echoes current headlines.

  • So enjoyed visiting Sterling Vineyards up a gondola ride for gorgeous views of Napa Valley in Calistoga CA. Oh, excellent wines too.

  • Hibiscus flower is blooming. Short-lived gigantic flowers that look like satellite dishes to fetch the bees. To celebrate made a batch of Hibiscus sun tea for summer punch.

  • Thrilled for St. Paul author Naomi Kritzer winning 2024 Hugo Awards for both Short Story & Novelette. 2016 Hugo Best Short Story “Cat Pictures Please” is my all-time fave sci-fi story. In Twin Cities, find signed copies of her books at Uncle Hugo’s or Dreamhaven. Quite the writing community here!

  • After Sinusitis for a week, I woke with crusty eyelids & pink eye yesterday. Jackson Browne’s Doctor My Eyes came to mind; listening to the song, I did cry—not just for my own sorry state, but our sick old world today. Waiting now for the Doc to prescribe for me, but what about our world?