- Sewing something beautiful with Liberty paisley tana lawn fabric.
- Walking around the tidal basin by the Washington Monument.
- Digging in the dirt.
- Listening to the audible.com version of Gone Girl whilst repainting my bedroom.
- Working on the Richard III dig.
No, I have not been good about keeping up this blog.
Yes, I will do better.
In the meantime, enjoy this picture of me working. (Not really.)
“Writing is like driving at night in the fog. You can only see as far as your headlights, but you can make the whole trip that way.”
And from the same site, here is a poem that captures our need for meaningful work:
There aren’t words for me to describe how much I love this blog:
Be sure to check out the blind gentleman with a cat.
The blog reminds me of this contemporary crush blog, which I am sure is based in D.C.
I am equal parts excited by efforts to archive the space shuttle and depressed by the signaling of our diminished ambitions.
Stories about Titanic are ever-present as we approach the centennial of the sinking. Despite my true and abiding love for Kate Winslet, the James Cameron movie didn’t do it for me, but all the historical reporting going on right is like catnip to me. I particularly loved this one, probably because it incorporates original letters.
On that note, why don’t people sign letters, “I am, Your Obedient Servant” anymore? *sigh*