What I Love About the Internets
I go out for lunch, and within an hour there’s a picture of my pasta posted for the world to see.
Archive of posts filed under the family category.
Signs of Fall
Not exactly phenology (is there such a thing as “cultural phenology”?), but Nora Friday noted another sign of fall: The mornings are getting brisker now; I need to wear my jacket when I walk to class in the mornings. Cold mornings mean hot air balloons, of course.
Not a Food Item
super-miracle-bubbles Originally uploaded by heinemanfleck. Lissa and Nora got a screamin’ deal this afternoon on a big jug of Super Miracle Bubbles. At the Smiths on Carlisle and Constitution. L said they had one more left – maybe still there if you hurry.
Lissa for Congress
So I’ve been cogitating over a blog post of a couple of weeks, a schtick about our local congressional race. But it seems events have superseded my attempt at humor before I ever had a chance to write it down. The schtick involved ads in which each major party candidate accuses the other of various …
Pearball
I have fond memories of playing pearball in the backyard with my daughter, Nora. Turns out, apparently, you’re supposed to eat the things. Who knew?
What We Did on Our Summer Vacation
Animas Originally uploaded by heinemanfleck. Among other things, we took a boat trip down the Animas River through Durango.You know it’s an urban float trip when the boatman points out that we’ll be passing the new Home Depot, but it was great fun. We took the train, too. More photos on our Flickr page once …
The Saddest Thing I’ve Ever Seen
There’s this sound when a group of cyclists rolls off together, a rapid, random “clickclickclickclick” as they lock into their pedals. That was the sound this morning in the bosque, down by the Rio Grande Nature Center, as a group of cyclists mounted up for a ceremonial ride at the end of Paula Higgins’ memorial …
Ghost Mall
In which Nora chronicles our visit to the Ghost Mall. She was kind enough not to embarass me with the revelation that I bought a bunch of incredibly cheap T-shirts while Lady Foot Locker was in the final throes of going out of business. Which I guess makes me a cross-dresser.
His Noodly Mark
In which His Noodliness visits Albuquerque’s west mesa.
Weather Station
cotton_region_shelter Originally uploaded by heinemanfleck. Lissa finished a nice sturdy stand for the cotton region shelter in the backyard. It’s the standard National Weather Service Coop setup. Of course my backyard would be a terrible place for a genuine Coop station – too close to buildings, etc. But this gives me a feel for how …