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Maggie and I visited the bees this weekend. She’s five and wants her own hive. No one ever told her that she’s supposed to be afraid.
We cleaned the hive, inspected for mites, and took out some honey frames. Her family watched proudly from a safe distance, and took this picture of Maggie pointing out a drone.
Life is good.
I spent a few minutes on my walk to work this morning watching a muskrat. Hunched under the footbridge uprooting plants, he didn’t mind as I clopped along in my optimistically-chosen high heels.
He was intent on his business, wringing small hands around in the mud, looking for the muskrat version of breakfast, a bagel, coffee.
In honor of the first Water Rat of Spring, here’s an excerpt from The Wind in the Willows:
When they got home, the Rat made a bright fire in the parlor, and planted the Mole in an arm-chair in front of it, having fetched down a dressing-gown and slippers for him, and told him river stories till supper-time.
about herons, and how particular they were whom they spoke to
Very thrilling stories they were, too, to an earth-dwelling animal like Mole. Stories about weirs, and sudden floods, and leaping pike; and about herons, and how particular they were whom they spoke to; and about adventures down drains, and night-fishings with Otter, or excursions far afield with Badger.
The New York Review of Books contains reviews written at great length by people who wish they had written the book in question and are slightly bitter about it.
Reasons to move here:
Cornell has this killer bus that goes between the Ithaca campus and the NYC campus. It has wireless internet, free snacks, and comfy seats. I’m in geek commuter heaven. Life is good. See you in Brooklyn!
Got me a portfolio. It’s just screenshots right now. I’ll continue working on it tonight.
Suggestions welcome. I haven’t even checked it out on non-OS X/Firefox machines yet…
You were born in the year of the Dragon, during the month of the Dragon. You are a Double Dragon. Thus, your life will be like a terrible Allisya Milano film vehicle: badly written and full of kung-fu. 
Your birthday today was a symbolic rebirth. The snow falling on the Northeastern states was a baptism. You will awaken tomorrow and find that your apartment has been cleaned, you’ve learned Icelandic, and you can sing Etta James without cracking the final key-change.
A month has passed, Aries, since you re-framed your life. As the weeks go by and your brain reboots, put your trust in the words of Walter.
This is not ‘Nam. This is bowling. There are rules.
Plover and I in our new home