October 2006

A really, really old post published for the first time…

Just found a draft for a post I never hit “Publish” on. Oops. It’s really old. For those of you who know me in “real life,” it’s before my hair went blond. It’s also before I moved to Oregon or California. I like the photos, so I’m going to publish it anyway. So there. Seems like such a long time ago, but also really recent. Time is weird like that.

Bronwen, Dustin and I trekked down to Dumbo, egged on by B’s Letterpress obsession. We made successful visits to not one but two Letterpress sample sales, then wandered around the D.U.M.B.O. Art Under the Bridge Festival. Highlights: Baby in a Nest! Help crossing the street! Fries! Our badass selves!

From Dumbo Art Fes…
From Dumbo Art Fes…
From Dumbo Art Fes…

The nice people with TRYST helped us cross the street safely.

From Dumbo

From Dumbo Art Fes…

We lunched at the ever-so-delicions Superfine.

From Dumbo Art Fes…
From Dumbo Art Fes…

All in all, a great day.

From Dumbo Art Fes…

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Sucess

What is sucess? How do you know when you have (or haven’t) achieved it? What’s the measure?

When I was little, we had a game called “Careers” that I loved to play. At the start of the game, you wrote down a secret goal, a combination of money, happiness and fame that added up to 60, that you had to collect throughout the game, by entering various side career paths, like “Business” or “Hollywood” or “Moon Exploration.” (Yes, we were playing a very old version of the game.) After each career path you picked up “Experience” cards that could be used in place of a roll of the die, so you had control over which square you ended up on. Whoever got to her or his personal goal first won. I usually balanced it fairly evenly, with a weight toward more money, since that was generally reliably more easy to pick up (Go to college, leave w/ the “science” degree, go to “Sea” a few times (really cheap experience), then head over to “Moon Exploration,” use your experience cards to avoid landing in the hospital and get that $10,000. (Soooooo much more money when you’re eight.) My Dad would often exasperate us by making his goal 60 happiness. Now I understand why. And sometimes he won.

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