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Ada's tooth has been wiggling for over a month. Every day I think this will be the end, it HAS to fall out today. And every day I am wrong.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/norarachel/6867790047/" title="D1 is for Dead End (a hidden sign) #365 #alphabet by norarachel, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="D1 is for Dead End (a hidden sign) #365 #alphabet" height="500" src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7183/6867790047_9959a24b40.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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After a run near my in-law's house&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/norarachel/6873519113/" title="D2 is for Danger in the dining room #365 #alphabet by norarachel, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="D2 is for Danger in the dining room #365 #alphabet" height="500" src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7210/6873519113_3571c4cff9.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
My sister bought this for Chris a few years ago&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/norarachel/6893762935/" title="D6 is for (One) Day #365 #alphabet by norarachel, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="D6 is for (One) Day #365 #alphabet" height="500" src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7176/6893762935_5d43b675bf.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
In the entrance of Whole Foods&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/norarachel/6781054484/" title="D13 is for Dave #365 #alphabet by norarachel, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="D13 is for Dave #365 #alphabet" height="500" src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7055/6781054484_821f55e54d.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I had meant to capture this during the Cs, but better late than never&lt;/div&gt;
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A lovely woman has left us. Over the years, a daughter, sister, friend, wife, mother, grandmother, great-grandmother. As part of her extended family, I felt the glow of her love and acceptance. My little family will miss you, Lois, as will so many others. &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/norarachel/6048037375/" title="Grandma Lois by norarachel, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="Grandma Lois" height="333" src="http://farm7.staticflickr.com/6184/6048037375_f0f47c04c0.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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September 18, 1917- March 11, 2012&lt;/div&gt;
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On Thursday, Oregon's Governor Kitzhaber signed House Bill 4164 into law. Last summer the Legislature passed a bill authorizing Oregon's exchange to be built, but the legislation included a requirement that the Exchange team return in February to get approval for its Business Plan. We did that and both chambers voted overwhelmingly to pass the bill that accepted the plan and put the Exchange team fully on the road to opening our doors in October of next year. The Governor signed the bill in a formal ceremony that felt a bit like a family reunion, as among the politicians and key stakeholders were a couple of dozen people with whom I have worked for the past half-decade. It was great to be able to smile together and marvel that we have gotten so far.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/norarachel/6820095806/" title="Gov with Sen Monnes-Anderson &amp;amp; Rep Kotek by norarachel, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="Gov with Sen Monnes-Anderson &amp;amp; Rep Kotek" height="430" src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7057/6820095806_c7ce79e7e8.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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It was a good day.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/norarachel/6966218035/" title="The bill is signed by norarachel, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="The bill is signed" height="333" src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7202/6966218035_9e18586861.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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There was cake, signed by the Governor no less!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/norarachel/6966220081/" title="Cake, signed by norarachel, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="Cake, signed" height="333" src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7190/6966220081_a36e6fc6b0.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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What did I C? &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/norarachel/6799928009/" title="C3 is for Cottage #365 #alphabet #sf #nobhill by norarachel, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="C3 is for Cottage #365 #alphabet #sf #nobhill" height="500" src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7011/6799928009_de5e073117.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Sign, Nob Hill&lt;/cr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;cr&gt;&amp;nbsp;Ada's rendition of a drawing from &lt;i&gt;Naked Mole Rat Gets Dressed&lt;/i&gt; (Mo Willems)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/cr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;cr&gt;Detail of the vegetable list, and attempt to remember what we've&amp;nbsp;&lt;/cr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;cr&gt;gotten from our community supported agriculture farm&amp;nbsp;&lt;/cr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;cr&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/norarachel/6792578431/" title="C2 is for Workshop Table C #365 #alphabet by norarachel, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="C2 is for Workshop Table C #365 #alphabet" height="500" src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7033/6792578431_ac44f51e5c.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/cr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;cr&gt;This C was a table marker at a workshop

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Does this have silver raisins? &lt;br&gt;
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You know, snow comes from the sky. Roovers are near the sky. When it snows it lands on the roof. &lt;br&gt;
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I can't even really 'magine it's snowing! How can it be snowing again? &lt;br&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;(and, in the context of cell phones ringing in people's pockets...)&lt;/i&gt;: I want to hear the call of Ellen's butt. &lt;br&gt;
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 &lt;i&gt;*To me these all sound like Ian sayings, but since I didn't write that down I will never be sure&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21634138-8996526075581155758?l=www.nonlineargirl.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/nonlineargirl/YJBK/~4/WD3iG9wWmBk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21634138/posts/default/8996526075581155758?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21634138/posts/default/8996526075581155758?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/nonlineargirl/YJBK/~3/WD3iG9wWmBk/stuff-ian-said-month-ago-that-i-wrote.html" title="Stuff Ian* said a month ago that I wrote down so I wouldn't forget and them promptly forgot" /><author><name>nonlineargirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05414675024101618604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="25" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CFcbCz5AtOY/SWklT0fPlDI/AAAAAAAABN0/Se13KKX-OKg/S220/DSC_0006.JPG" /></author><feedburner:origLink>http://www.nonlineargirl.com/2012/02/stuff-ian-said-month-ago-that-i-wrote.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0cMR3g9eCp7ImA9WhRaGUk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21634138.post-1390070024903360243</id><published>2012-02-22T13:10:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-22T13:11:26.660-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-22T13:11:26.660-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Poop" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="ian" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Sayings of the son" /><title>Just Doing</title><content type="html">&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;
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&lt;span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.917969); color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.917969); color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Me, to Ian at bedtime&lt;/i&gt;: Okay Ian, time to lie down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.917969); color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Me:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;Do you have poop?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.917969); color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ian:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;No, I was just doing guess what.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/norarachel/6826623455/" title="Waiting for snow by norarachel, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="Waiting for snow" height="320" src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7007/6826623455_5785fe3804.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Wow are the B titles I thought up corny. If you doubt me, consider that the one I chose was not actually the worst.&lt;br /&gt;
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Some highlights of my two weeks on the B side:&lt;br /&gt;
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From a child-free weekend with Chris, during which we did not actually &lt;i&gt;go&lt;/i&gt; to Mr. Bing's. I snapped this on the way from the most amazing sushi to delicious old-fangled drinks.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/norarachel/6726966931/" title="B7 is for GB #365 #alphabet by norarachel, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="B7 is for GB #365 #alphabet" height="500" src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7002/6726966931_7742d71578.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I love this little blue car. I wish it was mine.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Then again, it is so small I could probably pick it up and make off with it!&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/norarachel/6758644641/" title="B4 is for (classes) begin #365 #alphabet by norarachel, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="B4 is for (classes) begin #365 #alphabet" height="500" src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7170/6758644641_70945c19b9.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Chris wrote this on our kitchen calendar, I snapped it with my macro lens.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/norarachel/6757211331/" title="B9 is for bitterness #365 #alphabet by norarachel, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="B9 is for bitterness #365 #alphabet" height="500" src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7143/6757211331_125ba60432.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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My all time favorite fortune cookie fortune; the only one I have held on to. &lt;/div&gt;
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Life continues to be too busy. One thing I am doing (besides wiping noses, recommending policy, occasionally cooking mediocre dinners and losing my voice) is taking pictures. I decided I wanted to take on a photo-a-day project this year. I loved doing it in &lt;a href="http://www.nonlineargirl.com/p/color-photos.html"&gt;2010&lt;/a&gt; and it seemed like time to try it again.&lt;br /&gt;
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I considered a time-based theme, but I could not commit to a single time for a whole year (though I have loved looking at friends' sets). I considered moving through the day, taking photos at hour or half-hour increments, but I have a sense that I'd mess it up. It is awkward to interrupt a meeting in order to photograph it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Ultimately I chose to divide the year into twenty-six 2 week chunks, one for each letter of the alphabet. So far I have done A, B and C. This theme combines my love for signs and words with my sense that switching things up every two weeks will make it easier to stick it out the whole year.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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I am breaking radio (er, blog) silence to post some of the pictures for each letter. Here are some A photos:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/norarachel/6682927017/" title="A11 is for A #365 by norarachel, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="A11 is for A #365" height="500" src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7022/6682927017_47e6dcce60.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
A11 is for the A key&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/norarachel/6674127791/" title="A10 is for (stop) animals #365 by norarachel, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="A10 is for (stop) animals #365" height="500" src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7169/6674127791_abf32da9c7.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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A10 is for (stop) Animals&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/norarachel/6671621507/" title="A7 is for all #365 by norarachel, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="A7 is for all #365" height="500" src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7154/6671621507_4dba6a6db8.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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A7 is for All&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/norarachel/6665133955/" title="A8 is for Appl(e) #365 by norarachel, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="A8 is for Appl(e) #365" height="500" src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7013/6665133955_2cbd8f7a6d.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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A8 is for Apple

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Almost, but not all the pictures are shot using my iPhone 4s. The camera is surprisingly good and I have it with me most of the time (unlike my slr). My main tools are the Camera+ and Instagram apps. Once in a while I use Hipstamatic, which I love, but is definitely more unpredictable. Chris got me some lenses for my phone, so some shots are taken with one of those. (the "All" picture used the macro lens, hence some of the fuzz around the edges.)&lt;/div&gt;
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The whole set is &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/norarachel/sets/72157628676029013/with/6665133955/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. At the end of the year there will be 26 sets in an &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/norarachel/collections/72157629325841385/"&gt;Alphabet Collection&lt;/a&gt; on Flickr.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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I rolled back into work on Monday, straight into an meeting, followed by an hour conference call and then six and a half hours of a meeting with out of town collaborators. All that talk talk talk makes me thankful for the weekend just past.&lt;br /&gt;
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I am also thankful for:&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;family&lt;/b&gt; (mine and Chris's both) - I got so lucky to have all these people to whom I am related by birth or marriage that I &lt;i&gt;like&lt;/i&gt;to be around. Also, my children are more wonderful than insane, though they are certainly a healthy dose of the latter as well. I never get over how good it feels to have three little people come running in at the sound of the opened door, yelling "Mommy's home! YAY! Mommy's home!"&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;work&lt;/b&gt; - I continue to have a fulfilling job with people I like doing something I care about. Oh, and I have some flexibility in my scheduling too.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;home&lt;/b&gt; - my house is warm and cozy, with a fire often in the fireplace and good smells coming from the kitchen. I live on a fantastic block with thoughtful, generous, fun neighbors, most of whom are good cooks too. My city is easy to love; interesting and filled with cool little discoveries. Plus, it has lots of bridges. The state is beautiful and often progressive despite itself. &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;friends&lt;/b&gt; - from my closest friends to people we are getting to know, I feel love and acceptance. Often people laugh at my jokes and praise my children.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;health&lt;/b&gt; - My body has continued to let me run without complaining too much, which gives me the emotional and physical balance I have been needing. It even stops raining for long enough now and then to make runs reasonably pleasant.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;
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What more could I want? Oh right, holidays that remind me how lucky I am to have so much. &lt;br /&gt;
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Place cards from Thanksgiving dinner, by Ada with help from her aunt and uncle&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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The kids' table at Second Thanksgiving dinner this past weekend. &lt;/div&gt;
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Moments after we all walked into the house, Ian was on the couch, yelling:&amp;nbsp; "Strawberry mrrmmmrrm! I want strawberry mrrmmmrrm"&lt;br /&gt;
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"What?" I asked, "what do you want?"&lt;br /&gt;
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"I want strawberry mrrmmmrrm" repeated Ian.&lt;br /&gt;
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"Is that something you can eat?"&lt;br /&gt;
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"Strawberry mrrmmmrrm"&lt;br /&gt;
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"Is it something you read? Something you watch? What is strawberry mrrmmmrrm?"&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;louder, more emphatically&lt;/i&gt;: "Strawberry mrrmmmrrm! Strawberry mrrmmmrrm! Strawberry mrrmmmrrm!"&lt;br /&gt;
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"Is it something on television?"&lt;br /&gt;
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"YES. Strawberry mrrmmmrrm!"&lt;br /&gt;
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"Strawberry Shortcake?"&lt;br /&gt;
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"Yes, I want Strawberry Shortcake!"&lt;br /&gt;
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"Oh. We aren't watching television right now."&lt;br /&gt;
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"I WANT STRAWBERRY TELEVISION CAKE!"&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/norarachel/6057851959/" title="Ian, cherry stained by norarachel, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="Ian, cherry stained" height="333" src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6065/6057851959_7aff67f616.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Does he &lt;i&gt;look&lt;/i&gt; like a kid who doesn't get enough cake?&lt;/div&gt;
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A few months ago I had a great idea for a blog post on the theme: "if you have time to blog about work-life balance, you have some." I never wrote the post, which should tell you something about the state of my life. Things are going really well, but wow, the busy. &lt;br /&gt;
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At 2 and a couple of months, Ian is starting to use the potty, with little or no prompting from his parents. Mira was the first to use the potty, but after one successful try she has figured out that the potty is more fun as a distraction tool. She likes to declare her desire to use the potty whenever she is faced with something she'd rather not do (get her diaper changed, put her pajamas on, eat breakfast...). Ian has been shockingly interested in non-diaper based elimination. Thrilling and thoroughly unexpected. Who says boys are harder to train? We are a while off from dumping diapers completely, but we are making some good progress without trying much. (Anyone who remembers &lt;a href="http://www.nonlineargirl.com/search/label/Poop"&gt;what we went through&lt;/a&gt; with Ada will find this a big and pleasant change.) &lt;br /&gt;
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When I am not working and marveling at Ian's willingness to use the potty, we have been having a good, if fairly mellow, summer. We went to our college reunion, Ada turned six, we celebrated 4th of July with family and I took a bunch of pictures on a work trip to Chicago.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/norarachel/5940558781/" title="b&amp;amp;w bean by norarachel, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="b&amp;amp;w bean" height="500" src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6026/5940558781_d4a9dbf036.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Newish Chicago Icon &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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More recently we spent a week at the beach with my family. The weather was better than ever in the years I have been going to the Oregon coast. Amazing. Even better, Ada got over her fear of the water. She lead me repeatedly into the waves, much to Ian's horror. We heard "look out, the ocean! look out!" a lot from him. Mira, who pretty much refused to &lt;i&gt;touch&lt;/i&gt; the sand last year was a lot more willing to play on the beach, so long as we didn't expect her to get near that scary water stuff. &lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/norarachel/6002257647/" title="2/3 on the beach by norarachel, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="2/3 on the beach" height="500" src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6003/6002257647_963540b44d.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Mira and Ada on the beach&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/div&gt;
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Ada and I built a fairy house, which was very fun to do. In case this isn't in your repertoire, Ada offers the following public service announcement: Fairy houses must be built with all natural components; no artificial/human made items and nothing currently growing. So no picking flowers, but fallen leaves are fine. Or in our case, sea weed, shells, driftwood and dried sea grass.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/norarachel/6057875395/" title="Dune walker by norarachel, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="Dune walker" height="333" src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6189/6057875395_10326ca42b.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;fairy attractor, dune scaler, child who posed for 10 minutes&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;but later declared she does not like her picture taken &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/norarachel/6058402854/" title="Mira on Porch by norarachel, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="Mira on Porch" height="500" src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6203/6058402854_a37efebaa4.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;we could have never left the porch and Mira would have still had a good time&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/norarachel/6057851959/" title="Ian, cherry stained by norarachel, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="Ian, cherry stained" height="333" src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6065/6057851959_7aff67f616.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;proof that we had fun inside the house too: cherry juice stained boy&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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After a few days to recuperate and wash the sand out of our pants, we went to see Chris' family, including his 94 year old grandmother.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/norarachel/6048037375/" title="Grandma Lois by norarachel, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="Grandma Lois" height="333" src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6184/6048037375_f0f47c04c0.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;great grandma&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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We had a great time, despite the rigors of traveling with three kids. (Pro tip: take a third adult with you!)&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/norarachel/6039926707/" title="Untitled by norarachel, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="" height="500" src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6085/6039926707_0a89fce7ec.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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How can you resist toddlers in tiny cars?&lt;br /&gt;
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And lest I forget to tell you the exciting news: my sister and her husband have a &lt;a href="http://store.mcsweeneys.net/index.cfm/fuseaction/catalog.detail/object_id/c6df31ef-5f88-4763-ac27-eed4b75f6d8f/MissionStreetFood.cfm"&gt;book&lt;/a&gt; out! It looks like this:&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/norarachel/6019975253/" title="The book you should run out to buy. Now. by norarachel, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="The book you should run out to buy. Now." height="500" src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6024/6019975253_20a79dbd8a.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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The book is great - funny, interesting and compelling. Also, pictures! recipes! a comic! Really, I laughed, I cried, it became a part of me. Go buy it and read it now. This means you, &lt;a href="http://www.magpiemusing.com/"&gt;Maggie&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
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Before the summer is over we have a few more tricks up our sleeves. Maybe I can commit to a post every couple of weeks, just to tap the mike. You may have forgotten me, but I miss you.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;
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While catching up on a million posts on &lt;a href="http://blog.craftzine.com/"&gt;Craft&lt;/a&gt;, I ran across a great site called &lt;a href="http://visual.ly/"&gt;Visual.ly&lt;/a&gt; filled with infographics. What's an infographic, you ask? It is a visual depiction of information, not necessarily but often (at least to me) humorous.&lt;br /&gt;
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Speaking of humorous infographics, I love&lt;a href="http://visual.ly/how-much-you-can-trust-bearded-man"&gt; this one&lt;/a&gt; on how to determine the trustworthiness of a man in a given style of beard. Apparently John Waters' moustache is just slightly less horrible than Hitler's. &lt;/div&gt;
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The Awesome Foundation funds cool projects. &lt;a href="http://awesomefoundation.org/"&gt;Check it out&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And here is a video of a project funded by the foundation:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;object style="height: 390px; width: 640px;"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AYt3ib1EwNE?version=3"&gt;
&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;
&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;
&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/AYt3ib1EwNE?version=3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" width="640" height="390"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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In honor of Ada's birthday, I offer one of the poems she wrote recently: &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;The Ocean&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
In the ocean the jellyfish is swimming.&lt;br /&gt;
The ducks are in danger because the shark is there.&lt;br /&gt;
The turtle is happy because the water is warm.&lt;br /&gt;
There is three happy sea stars in the water.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
-Ada&lt;br /&gt;
May 2011&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/norarachel/5873861293/" title="Ada enjoying &amp;quot;happy birthday&amp;quot; sung by 3 good friends (small party; everyone got a candle by norarachel, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="Ada enjoying &amp;quot;happy birthday&amp;quot; sung by 3 good friends (small party; everyone got a candle" height="500" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3287/5873861293_8770ef6b22.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
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A friend of Chris's likes to collect phrases he has never heard before.  When he gets a good one he'll mention it to Chris. A few years ago he  heard a girl in the cafeteria say to her friend "every time I barf at night..." This jumped out as something new, a phrase Greg had never run across in his prior 40-some years. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I was thinking about this phenomenon in the context of two year olds. Two year olds are amazing. For instance, Ian points at the yellow rectangle under his bowl and says: "my place mat!" Which, sure, not such a big deal, but considering that I have never heard him utter this before it feels immense. Ian and Mira are literally learning new words every day. Those of us who are not toddlers do come across words we have not known before, but not with the intensity that is a young child's language development process. The world is a fire hose aimed at them, and they stand delighted with their mouths wide open. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/norarachel/5849085359/" title="Father's Day by norarachel, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="Father's Day" height="500" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3320/5849085359_d0c30f145a.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
Mira's all purpose happy salutation is: "Happy Dir Day"&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/norarachel/5862005169/" title="Ian at the farm by norarachel, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="Ian at the farm" height="500" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5315/5862005169_826b1a994b.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
Ian, after learning he can make adults insane by getting too close to a horse's back legs &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/norarachel/5862005007/" title="Mira Stone Walking by norarachel, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="Mira Stone Walking" height="500" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5303/5862005007_e88fa69b22.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Now talking in paragraphs, only a fraction of which is comprehensible&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/norarachel/5862005087/" title="running to the dangerous hay loft by norarachel, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="running to the dangerous hay loft" height="500" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2783/5862005087_dc025ddb27.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
The day they learned to say "hay loft"&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/norarachel/5862005039/" title="Ada, Oaks Bottom by norarachel, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="Ada, Oaks Bottom" height="257" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5107/5862005039_236984313c.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
Amazing in her own right. Did I mention she can read? &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
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Mira and Ian turned two on Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/norarachel/5756771417/" title="two! by norarachel, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="two!" height="500" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5265/5756771417_83ba307cd7.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
In between the requisite cries of "Mine! Mine!"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
we are getting a lot of collaborative play these days.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/norarachel/5757315862/" title="birthday cupcakes in ice cream cones by norarachel, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="birthday cupcakes in ice cream cones" height="500" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5146/5757315862_b5e494d1c4.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
The cupcakes baked in ice cream cones (our friend Tera's idea) worked out well. The batch that fell a bit got ice cream topping them, the others received chocolate icing.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/norarachel/5756771503/" title="birthday snacks by norarachel, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="birthday snacks" height="500" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2510/5756771503_024a5d523c.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
Snacks were enjoyed, fun was had. &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I took the kids to the &lt;a href="http://www.portlandonline.com/parks/finder/index.cfm?PropertyID=27&amp;amp;action=ViewPark"&gt;Rhododendron Garden&lt;/a&gt; today. On the way out, we walked up the path in front of another family. Ian and Mira showed interest in the child; they are fascinated by all children small then them, especially when they are in a stroller. The mother asked "are they twins?"&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Yes, I said.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
"I'm so glad I didn't have twins!"&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I just stared at her. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Think, people. Think &lt;i&gt;before&lt;/i&gt; you speak. &lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/norarachel/5720173129/" title="Snuggle by norarachel, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="Snuggle" height="500" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3449/5720173129_62abf004cf.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
snuggling&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/norarachel/5719519789/" title="Getting the details right by norarachel, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="Getting the details right" height="500" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2764/5719519789_141bb8c940.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
creating&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/norarachel/5717079329/" title="Imp of the night by norarachel, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="Imp of the night" height="500" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2191/5717079329_b5b9bee620.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
hiding and peeking&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/norarachel/5708956672/" title="Yay for spring! by norarachel, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="Yay for spring!" height="500" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2063/5708956672_aedd3577a2.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
smiling&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/norarachel/5682896848/" title="Nashville filter but flying to Denver by norarachel, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="Nashville filter but flying to Denver" height="500" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5104/5682896848_c424f016c8.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
flying&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21634138-4492997441326570268?l=www.nonlineargirl.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/nonlineargirl/YJBK/~4/jVMTKnahYqE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21634138/posts/default/4492997441326570268?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21634138/posts/default/4492997441326570268?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/nonlineargirl/YJBK/~3/jVMTKnahYqE/what-weve-been-up-to-lately.html" title="What we've been up to lately" /><author><name>nonlineargirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05414675024101618604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="25" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CFcbCz5AtOY/SWklT0fPlDI/AAAAAAAABN0/Se13KKX-OKg/S220/DSC_0006.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3449/5720173129_62abf004cf_t.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><feedburner:origLink>http://www.nonlineargirl.com/2011/05/what-weve-been-up-to-lately.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0ABQncyeyp7ImA9WhZQFEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21634138.post-2462848217824382419</id><published>2011-04-21T21:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T21:15:53.993-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-04-21T21:15:53.993-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Using &quot;Unclassified&quot; Would Annoy Chris" /><title>Evidence that U.S.A. has not cornered the market on strange</title><content type="html">&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;This is fascinating and confusing. At first I thought it must be a put-on.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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I really love the investment these guys have put into their outfits. I do wonder a little about whether they might put some extra effort into their "choreography."&lt;br /&gt;
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(found on the &lt;a href="http://blog.craftzine.com/archive/2011/04/handmade_mexican_pointy_boots.html"&gt;Craft blog&lt;/a&gt;) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21634138-2462848217824382419?l=www.nonlineargirl.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/nonlineargirl/YJBK/~4/_h1Rrs9aMO0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21634138/posts/default/2462848217824382419?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21634138/posts/default/2462848217824382419?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/nonlineargirl/YJBK/~3/_h1Rrs9aMO0/evidence-that-usa-has-not-cornered.html" title="Evidence that U.S.A. has not cornered the market on strange" /><author><name>nonlineargirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05414675024101618604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="25" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CFcbCz5AtOY/SWklT0fPlDI/AAAAAAAABN0/Se13KKX-OKg/S220/DSC_0006.JPG" /></author><feedburner:origLink>http://www.nonlineargirl.com/2011/04/evidence-that-usa-has-not-cornered.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0MERHo7fSp7ImA9WhZQEUQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21634138.post-7655147817397687364</id><published>2011-04-18T22:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T22:36:45.405-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-04-18T22:36:45.405-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="ian" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="mira" /><title>Look Mom, No Rain!</title><content type="html">&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/norarachel/5633957570/" title="Ian 22 mo by norarachel, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="Ian 22 mo" height="333" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5301/5633957570_7a1cfcdc0a.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/norarachel/5633957418/" title="Mira 22 mo by norarachel, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="Mira 22 mo" height="317" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5062/5633957418_194cb8ffb3.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
(Why yes, that is your house in the background, Steven, why do you ask?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21634138-7655147817397687364?l=www.nonlineargirl.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/nonlineargirl/YJBK/~4/5wN9FCulJgM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21634138/posts/default/7655147817397687364?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21634138/posts/default/7655147817397687364?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/nonlineargirl/YJBK/~3/5wN9FCulJgM/look-mom-no-rain.html" title="Look Mom, No Rain!" /><author><name>nonlineargirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05414675024101618604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="25" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CFcbCz5AtOY/SWklT0fPlDI/AAAAAAAABN0/Se13KKX-OKg/S220/DSC_0006.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5301/5633957570_7a1cfcdc0a_t.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><feedburner:origLink>http://www.nonlineargirl.com/2011/04/look-mom-no-rain.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUUFSH84cSp7ImA9WhZREEw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21634138.post-3124677597695849752</id><published>2011-04-05T08:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T08:26:59.139-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-04-05T08:26:59.139-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Photography" /><title>Vivian Maier</title><content type="html">&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;If you are interested in street photography (or photography generally) you should check out the work of &lt;a href="http://vivianmaier.blogspot.com/"&gt;Vivian Maier&lt;/a&gt;. Until recently no one had seen her photos, but a real estate guy in Chicago bought the contents of her storage locker at auction and found thousands and thousands of her photographs. I am hooked. (There is a link to a CBS news story about her and the guy who found her work.)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
(Thanks to Lisa of &lt;a href="http://www.smacksy.com/2011/03/smacksy-sunday-links_13.html?utm_source=feedburner&amp;amp;utm_medium=feed&amp;amp;utm_campaign=Feed%3A+smacksy+%28smacksy%29&amp;amp;utm_content=Google+Reader"&gt;Smacksy&lt;/a&gt; for sharing the CBS story that got me digging into Maier's photos.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21634138-3124677597695849752?l=www.nonlineargirl.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/nonlineargirl/YJBK/~4/IteN7DK8ZlM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21634138/posts/default/3124677597695849752?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21634138/posts/default/3124677597695849752?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/nonlineargirl/YJBK/~3/IteN7DK8ZlM/vivian-maier.html" title="Vivian Maier" /><author><name>nonlineargirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05414675024101618604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="25" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CFcbCz5AtOY/SWklT0fPlDI/AAAAAAAABN0/Se13KKX-OKg/S220/DSC_0006.JPG" /></author><feedburner:origLink>http://www.nonlineargirl.com/2011/04/vivian-maier.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEQBQ3czeCp7ImA9WhZSGEQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21634138.post-9164154281234927355</id><published>2011-04-03T22:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T22:52:32.980-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-04-03T22:52:32.980-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="ian" /><title>Be Still My Heart</title><content type="html">&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/norarachel/5588134702/" title="Eat Him Up (what a ham) by norarachel, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="Eat Him Up (what a ham)" height="500" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5102/5588134702_528c788465.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Funny that what I think to write is that I could eat him up. Not funny ha-ha, but funny ouch, as in: NO BITING, IAN! Good thing he is so cute. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21634138-9164154281234927355?l=www.nonlineargirl.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/nonlineargirl/YJBK/~4/c-oZiwAUI3U" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21634138/posts/default/9164154281234927355?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21634138/posts/default/9164154281234927355?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/nonlineargirl/YJBK/~3/c-oZiwAUI3U/be-still-my-heart.html" title="Be Still My Heart" /><author><name>nonlineargirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05414675024101618604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="25" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CFcbCz5AtOY/SWklT0fPlDI/AAAAAAAABN0/Se13KKX-OKg/S220/DSC_0006.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5102/5588134702_528c788465_t.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><feedburner:origLink>http://www.nonlineargirl.com/2011/04/be-still-my-heart.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DE8AQX88fSp7ImA9WhZSE0w.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21634138.post-3299199509135664013</id><published>2011-03-28T05:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T05:54:00.175-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-03-28T05:54:00.175-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Ada" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Sayings of the daughters" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Friends" /><title>Naming Names</title><content type="html">&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Because I can't have my one post in weeks be about vomit, here is one of my favorite books: &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/norarachel/5554936990/" title="Names, by Ada (cover) by norarachel, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="Names, by Ada (cover)" height="374" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5292/5554936990_2b64a5ae38.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Names&lt;/i&gt;, By Ada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/norarachel/5554353077/" title="Abi Abi Abi (p1) by norarachel, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="Abi Abi Abi (p1)" height="374" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5057/5554353077_ab11fc7f15.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Abi Abi Abi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;is nice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/norarachel/5554353307/" title="Maya Maya (p2) by norarachel, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="Maya Maya (p2)" height="374" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5134/5554353307_8604db7619.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Maya Maya&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;is nice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/norarachel/5554353517/" title="Isabel Isabel (p3) by norarachel, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="Isabel Isabel (p3)" height="374" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5139/5554353517_ef30dede65.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Isabel Isabel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/norarachel/5554353757/" title="Wednesday Wednesday (p4) by norarachel, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="Wednesday Wednesday (p4)" height="374" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5295/5554353757_18a5b48873.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Wednesday Wednesday&lt;br /&gt;
I love her&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/norarachel/5554354003/" title="Crea Crea (p5) by norarachel, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="Crea Crea (p5)" height="374" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5132/5554354003_ccff1243e7.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Crea Crea&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I like you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/norarachel/5554938302/" title="The by norarachel, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="The" height="374" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5171/5554938302_444e1a7b99.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The (end)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This book is especially wonderful as it documents a fleeting moment in Ada's development. Throughout the year Ada's class has been learning to write books. They started with the idea that every book has a title and the author's name on the cover. They have talked about various elements of writing a book, and recently Ada reported that a book should have characters, a setting, a problem and a resolution. This book predated this set of ideas, but her newer books tend to have a clear problem and resolution. As exciting as it is to see her growth, I love the simplicity and honesty of the &lt;i&gt;Names&lt;/i&gt; book&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21634138-3299199509135664013?l=www.nonlineargirl.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/nonlineargirl/YJBK/~4/QOvRkpyw9Vo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21634138/posts/default/3299199509135664013?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21634138/posts/default/3299199509135664013?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/nonlineargirl/YJBK/~3/QOvRkpyw9Vo/naming-names.html" title="Naming Names" /><author><name>nonlineargirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05414675024101618604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="25" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CFcbCz5AtOY/SWklT0fPlDI/AAAAAAAABN0/Se13KKX-OKg/S220/DSC_0006.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5292/5554936990_2b64a5ae38_t.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><feedburner:origLink>http://www.nonlineargirl.com/2011/03/naming-names.html</feedburner:origLink></entry></feed>

