Matt has a single window and this is what he sees. No wonder he’s in such a hurry to get home for the holidays.
Debbie, how about your window?
Matt's View
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Matt’s View
Matt has a single window and this is what he sees. No wonder he’s in such a hurry to get home for the holidays.
Debbie, how about your window?
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Glass Museum
My sisters and I visited the Museum of Glass in Tacoma while nearby for a Quaker conference this summer. (To check out why one might be interested, browse some Dale Chihuly-related sites. Remember, we’re adults. We had a semi-disastrous visit at the Museum because the exhibits weren’t nearly as good or interesting as the free-to-see Dale Chihuly work we’d already seen elsewhere in the area and two of us lost the third (or first) sister and the staff — despite being asked two or three times politely where else someone might have gone besides the Gallery — did not mention their live showroom where visiting artists directed a work involving glass. Which was where that other sister was for an hour or so — too enthralled to let us know where she was.
At almost closing time, after two of us had wasted that hour looking for her over and over again in the small Gallery, going out to ask the information desk about where she could be, etc., we found her and she decided to efficiently show us the best work in the whole museum, which was in the hallway to the bathrooms. (Neither of which had been mentioned by the staff, either.) In the long hall there were about 10 cases with one work in each which had been created by a different visiting artist. Some artists used glass just because they were supposed to, but there were several quite beautiful and interesting pieces. As we approached the best piece, two people came out of a door not open to the public … they seemed to be on break of some kind. They stopped at that case and continued a long conversation. They put their bags down. They all but leaned on the case. We went all around the nearby cases … they didn’t budge. We approached that case. We peered at the case from as many angles as we could without physically pushing them. They didn’t budge. Two of us started to talk as loudly as we could about the rudeness of people standing in the way, making it impossible for others to see works of art in a museum.
Then we fought all the way back to the conference about whether our rudeness had been justified.
Cell Phone etiquette
Cell Phone etiquette
Since I still feel that my dad is not living up to his responsibilities on the blog, and i can’t remember my own username and password, I have logged on through his name to write a small post of my own.
So today I am leaving class and taking an elevator six flights down, there are around six other people in the elevator with me, four kids and two adults. Me and two of the other kids are minding our own business, or at least not saying anything or talking to anyone, and the other is on her cell phone. The two adults however are in a full conversation when the woman notices that this girl is on the phone. In a voice more then loud enough for all to hear she says ” You know what I really find rude is people on a cell phone in a elevator.”
Now, I do not care where or when you use your cell phone. Especially considering that I could not live without my own, although there are times I will not pick up because of the situation that I am in. Still, using a cell phone in a elevator, i would not consider to be a capital sin. It was not as if she were talking loud, in fact she was being more quite then the two having the conversation.
What I do consider to be rude though, is the woman that pointed out that she was using a cell phone in a loud voice. I mean, how is what she was doing any different then the conversation that the two others were having. In fact, I was more distracted by the two having the conversation than the girl on the cell phone.
I was very close to saying something, however, being as sleepy as I am, and not having gotten enough sleep lately, decided to hold my tongue. Still, i think she should have held hers. I know that I am speaking to many people over the blog, including those (adam) who have many cell phone pet peeves of their own. However, she was not hurting anyone and certainly not being nearly as rude as the lady who pointed out what she was doing.
Well, I was just looking for something to add to the blog. Maybe now that I have added something my dad will come back to life. Considering that usually I have conversations with him at four in the morning because he is just a big a insomniac as I am… at least usually.
Still looking for you dad
matt
Nadler's Potluck
We had another one of those potluck dinners last night, this time at the Nadlers. There were too many people scattered through too many rooms for a group photo, so here’s a mini gallery . On the whole, (my apologies to Lorraine for the final frame) I think they’re pretty good candid images, but I did miss Mark Schreiber as he arrived just as everyone was leaving.
Nadler’s Potluck
We had another one of those potluck dinners last night, this time at the Nadlers. There were too many people scattered through too many rooms for a group photo, so here’s a mini gallery . On the whole, (my apologies to Lorraine for the final frame) I think they’re pretty good candid images, but I did miss Mark Schreiber as he arrived just as everyone was leaving.
Thanks For The Boogie Ride
I love this video of Anita O’Day.
Small Loans
Here is a picture of me with Mohamed Yunus, winner of this years Nobel Peace prize for his Grameen Bank in Bangladesh getting poor people out of poverty. He is a real charmer.
Polly
(Polly is, among a zillion other things, a retired UUA minister and smiling dan’s mother-in-law)
I'm Back
And to show that I’m still able to pat myself on the back here is (in my opinion) just about the coolest birthday cake anyone could receive. I’ve got to give myself a stroke or two when something goes right, because my sneak delivery of seven pints of Graeter’s ice cream to Matt’s room at Temple didn’t work out so well. They arrived on a Saturday (promised on Friday) and sat in a locked mail office until the following Monday.
The photo is of Charlie and his dad on the Vineyard. To the right of the cake are links to Charlie’s Thanksgiving photos.
I’m Back
And to show that I’m still able to pat myself on the back here is (in my opinion) just about the coolest birthday cake anyone could receive. I’ve got to give myself a stroke or two when something goes right, because my sneak delivery of seven pints of Graeter’s ice cream to Matt’s room at Temple didn’t work out so well. They arrived on a Saturday (promised on Friday) and sat in a locked mail office until the following Monday.
The photo is of Charlie and his dad on the Vineyard. To the right of the cake are links to Charlie’s Thanksgiving photos.
Wee Beastie
Now that your only begotten son has chastised you publicly, seems you might have to work up some creativity for the blog. I’ve little to offer but the below and the attached (more focus failures … ). Now that their kids are going away to college, our across-the-street neighbors have decided that their rather-bigger-than-our-house was too … any guesses? big for empty nesters? Nope — too small. They’re tearing down a perfectly good house and building a bigger one (though modest by today’s McMansion standards — about 3500 sq. ft.). A few days ago this squat powerhouse came to be parked in their yard, and you can see what it’s good at. Alas, it didn’t occur to me to take a true “before” picture, so I started after Day One, when it had mostly had its way with the back yard. I’ll keep a bit of a log as the house goes, the hole gets dug, etc.
Adam
