Nerdville

I had a vapor of this song from my youth stuck in my head and went looking for it. I found the old Maranatha Singers version, thinking that must be the fast acoustic guitar version that was locked in my brain, probably played by my uncle, but no… it was the Give You the Creeps version that’s stuck in a different part of the brain! But BBC to the rescue. This is the restorative vibe.

Groceries AND provisions. #dc #shaw #naylor #blagdenalley #neighborhoodwalk (at SUNdeVICH)

Charlie, I'm so sleepy. Why aren't you so sleepy? Dude woke up at 4:30 and took me with him.

"Discussion sabers?" What could I have possibly meant? #notetoself #highfunctioningprofessional

New Play Exchange launch. Digital platforms! Plays! Excitement!

"Dutch!" No, Charlie, not lunch. Cookies. "Dutch!" Have a look at that label. One way or the other, I may have 17-month-old trouble on my hands.

In which we maybe overdid it.

How he longs to run around barefoot in the street, and to play with the feral cats.

Best advice I ever got about fibromyalgia: Pay the extra $0.10 for the pre-chopped vegetables. #picturesoffood #domesticity

I'm one decorative gourd away from being the woman I've always wanted to be.

Charlie's guitar has a hip-hop mode. It's embarrassing.

Man, I love Instagram.

Some days, things look pretty grim until you remember you have a bottle of desk-Tobasco.

Say your prayers, Mantis.

Pulling faces on the metro after a tough day of museuming.

Go home, elephant. You're drunk.