We’ll just say that WordPress’ media organizational scheme leaves one wanting. Tumblr it is. And what’s even better? I get to satiate my design itch.

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Goodbye. The End.

In my search for design elements, I found a whole underground of barcode art.

outrageous

Barcode Revolution

Guess what I found yesterday? Two rice-sized baby tetras hiding in the dense vegetation.

small and hiding

Of all the animals that we keep in our house, I think the fish are the happiest, if you can attribute that emotion to fish. At least to me, they seem the most content with their situation, or perhaps oblivious. They exhibit the most normal behaviors, and go about their small lives defending their territory, hunting for food, reproducing, chasing each other, and exploring the tank. Anyway, I’m really enjoying having them around.

delicate and shoaling

I’ve noticed that magazines and internet news have degraded into lists of all sorts — the only thing that interests Americans are Top Ten This-and-Thats. There is definitely a growing pool of lazy readers and writers contributing to this phenomenon. So, while I am super tempted to just make a list, I am shamed into actually writing paragraphs.

A Projection of 2010 in More Detail Than You Are Prepared For

Last few days I’ve been working on a business proposal/contract for a web design job. The contract went from an initial 1 page to 4, but I think I covered myself pretty well contractually and legally. Not to say this particular client will do me wrong, but I’ve worked with enough difficult biz-snatches to be smart about getting things on writing.

Devin is applying to the Science Curator Fellow at the Bronx Zoo, after being nudged again by the current Herpetology Curator there. He has a good chance of getting the job, and if he does, then we’ll be moving to NYC on *very* short notice. The Herp Curator mentioned wanting someone by springtime. Meanwhile, I’m helping him format his curriculum vitae, and he’s trying his best not to be snarky when getting my criticism (ha!).

I am working on a fellowship application also, involving a pitch letter to the Middlebury Environmental Journalism program to get an assignment in Madagascar. I’ve been eying the program details for about a year and a half now. One day, I just sat down with my typewriter and wrote out an entire first draft of the letter. Don’t know how that happened, but I’m blessing my lucky typewriter. Something about a blank Word document suppresses the hell outta me, and  I end up filling the page with ungainly sentences and going “Blah!” at the end. My thinking and writing is freer when I’m using the typewriter, probably because it forces me to keep going rather than erase everything I don’t like (which is everything). But it’s coming along smoothly. I’m on my 3rd draft or so, almost ready for some outside review. Next: rewriting old pieces to submit as writing samples.

Will be in Madagascar in a few months. Pretty much as soon as Devin finishes his book, and we scrounge up some money to send our butts overseas.

Isalo National Park: one of the places I'd like to visit in Madagascar.

The part I’m really digging now is a corner of our dining room with the newest addition of our house: Devin’s grandmother’s former sheet music shelf. It used to house piano music while Devin’s grandmother was still alive, and for a while it was banished to the Edmonds’ garage for being useless and taking up space. Now it has a new home, ours, and it pays its rent by shelving all our miscellaneous crap (as well as look very handsome)!

Other favorites: Keroppi frog pillow and our home-made bookshelf.

1045 E Johnson St.
Apt 1
Madison, WI 53703

with boyfriend, a turtle, a snake, a salamander, a gang of frogs, and soon some fish and a gecko.

Devin has lived on the East side all his life, but this is my first year on this side of town… and I like it, so far. It isn’t ghetto like South Park St, but not crazy wealthy like the Vilas neighborhood, not college-y like the Downtown area, and not obscure like the North side. The East side has a bit of everything: old hippies, young hipsters, punks, professionals, food co-ops, local restaurants, dark, dingy bars, and generally a nice, welcoming feel and a close proximity to all the places you want to be in Madison.

Tea and fruit.

Devin has a pretty good city-for-city entry about China already, but I feel obligated to write one for my blog — so here we go.

Hong Kong

Devin and I spent a week in Hong Kong before heading into Mainland. Overwhelmed Devin with countless aunts and uncles, all doting on him and us. Saw the sights, fought a few times, enjoyed each other again for the first time in over 3 months.

Guilin

First stop: Guilin, city of limestone mountains. The scenery is so strange that it almost looks like Wookiee Planet C from Star Wars. Our friend Kuhn Yin and her family hosted us for several days. During that time, we climbed 6 ‘mountains’, feasted on a Guilin-style banquet and saw the city by foot.

Yangshuo

Being trapped in the heart of Yangshuo was somewhat unpleasant, kind of like ending up in Vegas when you were expecting countryside. But we got that too, by biking out half an hour from town. We saw a 1400-year-old Banyan tree and climbed on top of “Moon Hill” for a spectacular view of the surrounds.

I was pretty proud of the woven hat that I bought from one of the vendors, who offered to sell it to me for Y50… to which I said ‘hell no!’ I got it for Y15 in the end. It left me when we returned to Guilin, after leaving it unattended for a couple hours on a stairwell.

Chengdu

We made this city our vacation from vacation, but only because we found an amazing hostel called Sim’s Garden Guesthouse. These people have thought of everything; you name it, they have it. They’ve got answers for you even before you’ve thought of the question. Chengdu was easy to get around, so between walking and taking the bus, we got to know the city fairly well. We splurged on DVDs and ate Sichuan-style food, which was both oily and spicy. I guess I’m all-in-all a Guangdong gal cuz I definitely prefer the food from my own region.

Moxi, Hailuogou Glacier and Gongga Shan

I think the Chinese army decided to set up a military base near this small mountain town because Devin was pulled off the bus at one of their checkpoints on the way to Moxi. Every day, legions of young Chinese men and women jog up and down the streets of the village itself. I suppose if you can run for miles on a mountain, doing the same distance at a lower elevation would be a sinch. I was out of breath every ten steps while clambering over this glacier.

…and back again.

Back in Hong Kong, we celebrated Devin, Uncle Norman and Aunt Po’s birthdays, saw big fish, and got sick just in time for the flight home. The ending of a fun trip!