January 26, 2012
Maude usually naps through our commute to New Haven.

Maude usually naps through our commute to New Haven.

January 26, 2012
While my mom and Flavia compete at tennis and watch the Daily Show under a blanket and mix each other cocktails while comparing potato chip and salsa brands — I’m always a little more concerned that maybe my dad is weirded out that I’m with a woman, and maybe Flavia is just weirded out by him generally.
But today we were driving by ourselves, and my father commented, “Flavia’s a phenomenon, isn’t she?” and I realized I had just been worrying again for nothing.

While my mom and Flavia compete at tennis and watch the Daily Show under a blanket and mix each other cocktails while comparing potato chip and salsa brands — I’m always a little more concerned that maybe my dad is weirded out that I’m with a woman, and maybe Flavia is just weirded out by him generally.

But today we were driving by ourselves, and my father commented, “Flavia’s a phenomenon, isn’t she?” and I realized I had just been worrying again for nothing.

January 26, 2012
Green velvet.

Green velvet.

January 26, 2012
Egrets are my power animal. I know that sentence is unbelievably dorky, but when I was fifteen I spent the summer on an intentional community (basically a commune) where I slept in a yurt and learned how to do permaculture farming and harvest medicinal herbs and in that context, a shamanic journey through the underworld to look for my power animal made perfect sense.
And it still happens that when I’m running from danger or feeling a little unsure, egrets show up. So two days ago, following what may have been a life changing day, a walk with my father and Flavia and this egret seemed just right.

Egrets are my power animal. I know that sentence is unbelievably dorky, but when I was fifteen I spent the summer on an intentional community (basically a commune) where I slept in a yurt and learned how to do permaculture farming and harvest medicinal herbs and in that context, a shamanic journey through the underworld to look for my power animal made perfect sense.

And it still happens that when I’m running from danger or feeling a little unsure, egrets show up. So two days ago, following what may have been a life changing day, a walk with my father and Flavia and this egret seemed just right.

December 19, 2011
New Song (written by micnic)
Strike a poseThere’s nothing to itMaudeC’mon Maude Let your body move to the musicHey hey heyCome on Maude

New Song (written by micnic)

Strike a pose
There’s nothing to it
Maude

C’mon Maude
Let your body move to the music
Hey hey hey
Come on
Maude

December 18, 2011
I’m very behind on blogging. A South African safari. A return to  Rome. An international climate conference. God children growing up.  Visits with old friends. Flavia at the UNCA ball looking modelesque. All  this needs to go up up up online. It’s rather overwhelming.
So in  the meantime, here’s just a simple little photo of the sweetest trotter  in the world. Mic sent this one to me. Missing Maudey. Very hard to  travel when there is a dachshund waiting at home.

I’m very behind on blogging. A South African safari. A return to Rome. An international climate conference. God children growing up. Visits with old friends. Flavia at the UNCA ball looking modelesque. All this needs to go up up up online. It’s rather overwhelming.

So in the meantime, here’s just a simple little photo of the sweetest trotter in the world. Mic sent this one to me. Missing Maudey. Very hard to travel when there is a dachshund waiting at home.

November 21, 2011
Jess and I dashed out of the statistics lab to catch a train down to New York and wave our signs.

Jess and I dashed out of the statistics lab to catch a train down to New York and wave our signs.

October 27, 2011
In the mood to hang out with this pair.

In the mood to hang out with this pair.

October 25, 2011
It’s been over a year since Flavia and I had this first meal in New Haven, the morning after I arrived from Rome and she took the train from DC. It had been a long night because she got off Amtrak at Newark to surprise me at JFK — Europeanly assuming that there would be a quick light rail shuttle between the two airports and finding herself, four hours and 100 dollars in cab fare later, more grounded in America.
I’m sifting through photos this evening for a cookstove photo project, and I was getting sad as I went through the Vietnamese and Greek holiday photos, the Tuscan parties, Roman dinners, all of these brightly colored joyful snapshots where we look well-rested and relaxed, surrounded by visitors and neighbors and family. And then I got to this one, and realized how far we’ve come since that first meal, how much of a life we’re making right here.
It’s been a long journey through corporate housing and the New  Haven student rental merry go round, but we finally have a home in New  York and are devoting next weekend towards making it homey. Will post photos next Monday.

It’s been over a year since Flavia and I had this first meal in New Haven, the morning after I arrived from Rome and she took the train from DC. It had been a long night because she got off Amtrak at Newark to surprise me at JFK — Europeanly assuming that there would be a quick light rail shuttle between the two airports and finding herself, four hours and 100 dollars in cab fare later, more grounded in America.

I’m sifting through photos this evening for a cookstove photo project, and I was getting sad as I went through the Vietnamese and Greek holiday photos, the Tuscan parties, Roman dinners, all of these brightly colored joyful snapshots where we look well-rested and relaxed, surrounded by visitors and neighbors and family. And then I got to this one, and realized how far we’ve come since that first meal, how much of a life we’re making right here.

It’s been a long journey through corporate housing and the New Haven student rental merry go round, but we finally have a home in New York and are devoting next weekend towards making it homey. Will post photos next Monday.

October 24, 2011
In the New Haven house, we share a large backyard and barn with our landlady, Julie and her girlfriend/partner. Their three kids are frequently outside with their golden retriever and black and silver mutt, and sometimes I’ll join them if they’re hula hooping or doing something that I’m good at.
Julie told me that they were all driving in Maine the other day when the kids starting shouting, “hey, look at that lady on the street, she looks just like Maude’s mom!”
It took them a couple minutes to figure out that they were referring to me.

In the New Haven house, we share a large backyard and barn with our landlady, Julie and her girlfriend/partner. Their three kids are frequently outside with their golden retriever and black and silver mutt, and sometimes I’ll join them if they’re hula hooping or doing something that I’m good at.

Julie told me that they were all driving in Maine the other day when the kids starting shouting, “hey, look at that lady on the street, she looks just like Maude’s mom!”

It took them a couple minutes to figure out that they were referring to me.