Reality is interfering with my aspirations…

I’ve got a couple of drafts going for posting, but haven’t been able to bring my head completely around any of them.

So, instead I’ve been trying to make things pretty around here. I now have a guest book of sorts where you’re free to request bloggery about whatever burning questions you may have (though I make no promises), tell me that I babble too much, wave at me, leave me presents, say you were here, etc.

I’ve changed the theme (again), and this one shows my whole photos instead of cutting them off or squishing them to fit. It has rather wussy custom header support, however, so I’m open to shifting it again. Any recommendations for something pretty with a custom header banner, widgets, and flexible width text blocks?

Oh, and here’s a link to what to do in an earthquake, just because. My first earthquake was when I was a kid in my grandfather’s living room. Everything shook. It was like watching a video held by someone with palsy shaking the camera, except we were shaking too. We sort of all just stood there looking at each other, the earth rocking us. It wasn’t a long or very heavy earthquake, though, just enough for my brother and I to shout “Cool!” after my mother told us what it was.

I think there’s been one earthquake since I’ve been here. It was at night, and I was in bed, and ever so briefly, it felt like I was being gently rocked to sleep. (The editor in me is shocked at how many clauses I crammed into one run-on sentence, but I’m too tired to fix it.)

So, hardened earthquake veterans, do you just duck when it really gets shaky? I don’t remember anyone dropping to the floor to cover their heads during that long-ago summer afternoon.

Going to bed– here’s hoping my latest unrequited lover is dead, or has buzzed off. Sleeping with the buzzing in your ear of an affectionate mosquito is really difficult. Ended up looking a bit like a drunken sailor meeting the parents last week– was stung on one eyelid and my pinky finger so that they both swelled pink, combined with the usual gravity-defiant hair. Getting a mosquito net this week in addition to the little plug-in poison diffuser.

Wan An (“good night,” though I think a more direct translation would be “night’s peace”).


3 Responses to “Reality is interfering with my aspirations…”

  1. April 24, 2007 at 8:02 pm

    Growing up in Southern California, I was conditioned to believe “The Big One” was coming any day. At the sign of trmors of any significance, I automatically seek hallways. Most notable was the time this happened in the middle of the night during a slumber party when i was 14 or so. I jumped out of my sleeping bag, dragged all of my friends away fromt eh sliding glass doors and into the hallway and then, afterwards, woke up properly feeling very confused and asked why we were all awake and in the hallway. Slight tremors don’t end to phase me much. They build if they are going to be big. There’s a clear difference.

  2. April 25, 2007 at 1:39 pm

    Okay, so if the rocking starts little and gets a caffeine injection of wobblies, I’ll duck under my desk. Otherwise, I can pretend to be a blase local…

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