Wednesday, March 31, 2010

Sarita's Library

By the way, my blog Sarita's Library is up and running. I'll post everything from casual observations and comments about books, to reviewing them. And don't worry, I'll give a heads up before I mention any spoilers!

Overcoming shyness

I am sort of happy with myself at the moment.

I have a history of being shy when it comes to going up to people and talking to them. It's no problem if someone comes to me and starts the conversation, but me going up to someone else? That's tough. So, I'm sort of happy with what I was able to do this evening.

I was in my backyard, and noticed a ball hiding in one of our bushes (ok it isn't a bush, but I don't think of it as a tree and I don't know what to call it). I figured that it belonged to one of the kids next door, so I retrieved it. While I was retrieving it I found two other balls! So I put them in a bag, comes the part that I am happy with...

I took the balls to the neighbors myself.

That's something I would have had a really hard time doing a year or so ago. A year or so ago I would have just gathered the balls and asked my mom to return them. But in spite of being nervous about ringing their doorbell, I returned the balls myself.

I am overcoming my shyness, little by little.

Tuesday, March 30, 2010

Too crazy...

There was some fun (not) in downtown Portland yesterday.

There was a demonstration protesting police brutality. That in itself wasn't bad, except that they protested without a permit, started getting in the way of traffic, and when the police showed up to keep them on the sidewalks the protesters started getting pushy.

So in order to protest police brutality you draw them out and start shoving them around? Um, that doesn't sound right to me.

It wound up with some property damage being done, some police reinforcements in riot gear getting called in, and a few people were arrested.

I'm sort of disgusted with the whole thing.

Mom and Tall One were downtown last evening and had the misfortune of being slowed down by protesters (or should they be called rioters?). Funny thing is, Tall One saw someone dash out into the street to take a photo, and that photo can now be found on a news site, here. Mom says that she has never seen so many horses backsides before.

Sunday, March 28, 2010

Don Quixote

On the way home from our trip to Painted Hills we passed a field full of wind turbines. I've seen such a sight before, and I thought the same thing I did last time...

"I'm glad Don Quixote isn't here."

Friday, March 26, 2010

Painted Hills

Well, I'm back home.

We went hiking in Painted Hills, which was amazing. It's part of the John Day Fossil Beds, although the only fossils I saw at Painted Hills were plants fossils. Still, those are pretty cool.

And the hills. They aren't called Painted Hills for nothing. I'm having some minor technical difficulties and can't upload photos to share at this precise moment, but I can and will give you this link that will show some Google images of the place. It looks amazing, doesn't it? Well, guess what. It's even better actually being there.

My family went there when I was maybe 15 on a family vacation. (And by "family vacation" I mean just mom Tall One and me, since dad is unable to travel due to his wonderful medical problems.) During that trip we visited each of the John Day Fossil Bed locations, but Painted Hills was my favorite. Then when I turned 18 I requested a trip to Painted Hills so that I could explore the place more thoroughly. And now, I went again for my 21st birthday.

Thursday, March 25, 2010


Photography is great, but it seems to me that if you get too wrapped up in it that you don't miss out on experiencing some things in the moment.

That's not to say that I won't have photos to share, however. :)

- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone

Tuesday, March 23, 2010

Gone camping

I'm taking off to go camping tomorrow, and will get home Friday. Thanks to my wonderful new iPhone I'll be able to post while I'm gone, but I'm not sure if I'll want to. We'll see.

And no, I'm not telling you where I'm going. You'll just have to wait in suspense. I'll tell you where I've been when I get back home.

Monday, March 22, 2010

Eating hunks of dead animal

Yeah, that's what I call meat: hunks of dead animal. Hey, that's what it is!

Anyways, you may remember I've mentioned before that I'm vegetarian. Well, guess what? I'm not anymore.

I try to listen to my body, and pay attention when it tells me that I need to eat something. It seems that if I do that I eat pretty healthily. Of course, I also have to be careful to differentiate between whether it's my body or my taste buds telling me what to eat...that can be a bit tricky...and I often do as my taste buds tell me...

I've been feeling recently like I need to eat meat again. So, I stopped being vegetarian sometime in the last couple of weeks. Physically I feel better. I think I needed the meat.

Of course, needing meat could have something to do with (and I'm sorry if I gross anyone out) donating blood too close to my period. Maybe I shouldn't do that again.

I do prefer to be vegetarian, and I hope to be vegetarian again soon. But if I need meat to feel my best, I'll eat it.

What about you? Are you vegetarian, vegan, carnivorous, raw foodist, or something else? Why do you eat what you eat?

Saturday, March 20, 2010


The problem with depression is that when you're depressed, you don't feel like doing anything. Including getting help.

I'm working through's just taking some time...

In the meantime, writing seems to help. Both in my diary and on my blog(s). Maybe that's why I've been spending more time on my blog lately...

And it doesn't help that since the onset of this depression, my coping strategy with problems has been to pretend that the problems don't exist. That not a good coping strategy.

Happy Ostara!

Today is Ostara -- the spring equinox. The first official day of spring.

Truthfully, I think spring started a month ago here in Portland, so I'm not as excited about Ostara as I might be. That's not to say that I'm not at all excited, however.

You've probably noticed that my blog has a different look. I first changed it because I thought that the tartan I was using was a little too dark for spring, and then I found this background which I thought was perfect for today.

For my readers who aren't familiar with Paganism, Ostara seems to me to be very similar to the Christian Easter. They both celebrate rebirth and new life.

Eggs are a symbol of life, and us Pagans are as fond of them on Ostara as Christians are on Easter.

And guess what I just heard? This is also the time of year that hens start laying eggs again.

Happy Ostara!!!

- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone

Friday, March 19, 2010

Beautiful Blogger Award

Ok, so I am finally grabbing this award. Thank you, EyesToTheSky and Willow Silverhorse! You both gave me this award in the past week.

Here are the rules:

1. Thank the person who gave you this award.

2. Share 7 things about yourself.

3. Pass the award along to 15 bloggers who you have recently discovered and who you think are fantastic!

4. Contact the bloggers you've picked and let them know about the award.

Seven things about me

1) I tried to run away from home when I was in preschool (or around that age), but I didn't get very far.

2) I was vegetarian for several years, but my body is telling me that it wants meat. So, I guess I'm no longer vegetarian. For the moment.

3) I seriously have a notebook that is special for helping me keep track of all the books I want to read.

4) My first word was "cat."

5) I've been missing my English classes, and am really happy that I get to take one next term.

6) It is my ambition to play the bass drum in a bagpipe band someday.

7) I can never settle on which book is my favorite, or which author is my favorite. Well, actually, that isn't true. I can settle on which is my favorite, but it changes from week to week, day to day, and even from hour to hour sometimes.


I can actually only think of three bloggers whose blogs I've discovered recently (kinda sorta), read regularly, and who don't already have this award. So, I'll be passing it on to just three blogs. Yeah, I know, I'm breaking the rules...


A Collection a Day, 2010


Sarita's Library

I've finally got some posts up on my blog Sarita's Library!!! At the moment it's all stuff that I've copied and pasted from this blog, but I'll be putting new stuff on there soon.

In the future when I want to talk books, I'll do it over there.

Thursday, March 18, 2010

Problem solving

Thanks to my job, I've encountered the same situation several times in the last few weeks: having to write down info (like names and addresses) that people give me over the phone. And guess what happened? I kept getting the letters/numbers mixed up, so that it took several tries for me to get it right.

The first time this happened I just thought "Oh darn, that didn't go well."

The second time I thought "Ok, it didn't go well that time either..."

The third time I was writing down the address of my piano teacher, and this time I thought "So, this is a recurring problem. So, what am I going to do about it, since it frustrates not only me but also the person on the other end of the phone?"

I quickly decided that the next time I found myself having to write things down like that, I would say "Please spell things out slowly, because otherwise I'll get it all mixed up."

And guess what? I discovered today that my solution works! I was very pleased to find that out. The thing I like about it is that it's so simple.

I suspect that my mixing the letters/numbers up is probably due to my dyslexia. It isn't nearly as bad for me as it is for some people, but it pops up from time to time.

Wednesday, March 17, 2010

My Manannán Mac Lir Day

I would like to introduce you to one of my coworkers, Evil Guy.

"Evil Guy" is actually halfway to his real name. Really! We call him Evil ___. But, of course, I'm not going to tell you what the ___ part of his name is.

(Truthfully, he likes to think he's evil, but he's actually pretty nice. Just don't tell him I said that. *wink*)

And I mention him because he was the only one to comment today that I wasn't wearing green . He started talking about finding something big and nasty to pinch me with, because he works hard at pretending to be an evil guy. But, of course, he didn't pinch me, because he's actually a nice guy.

Then this evening I had dinner at a nice restaurant that had hired Portland Metro Youth Pipe Band to play. So I had dinner to live bagpipe music!

It's funny, though. The bagpipe bands are always busy performing on Saint Patrick's Day, and yet the pipes that the bands play are Scottish, not Irish. But the Irish war pipes aren't played any more (that I know of), so I guess that the Highland Pipes are the natural alternative.

And, since I noticed that Scotland the Brave was repeated several times, I decided to find a YouTube video of it to share. It is, by the way, one of the two songs that EVERY bagpiper knows. The other song is Amazing Grace, but don't ask a piper to play it because it seems that they tend to be sick and tired of that one.

So, without further ado, here is the rather unusual version of Scotland the Brave that I found just a few minutes ago.

Tuesday, March 16, 2010

Manannán Mac Lir Day

I find myself with stuff to do, so I'm going to just copy and paste from a post of mine from this time last year. If I were writing this again I might use slightly different wording, but my attitude is still sort of the same.

Not that I mean to be a part pooper, but...yeah, I guess I am a party pooper! Ah well...


Yes, it's Saint Patrick's Day. I myself don't particularly like the day, because Saint Patrick is celebrated for having driven the "snakes" out of Ireland. Oh, and, they're using "snakes" to refer to "Pagans."

Now, not everyone thinks about this as they celebrate St. Pattie's Day, which is why I don't go around angry with everyone. If people want to wear green, drink green beer, dye a river green, talk with fake Irish accents, and so on and so fourth, that's fine with me. I just can't bring myself to join in, because I can't get past what Saint Patrick is all about. Same goes for my my family.

Now, not all Pagans like me on this. I brought up the topic of St. Patties in a Pagan group I'm part of on facebook, and I got the overwhelming response that it's just a day to have fun and wear green, drink green beer, dye a river green, talk with fake Irish accents, and so on and so fourth.

But, I have found evidence that my family and I aren't the only ones who can't get into St. Pattie's Day.

I discovered that Thalia Took, author of Amused Grace blog, is celebrating Manannán Mac Lir Day today. (The picture is one of her's, by the way.) She apparently got the idea from Anne Johnson, author of my favorite blog, The Gods are Bored. Follow the link I've provided to Took's blog if you want a little more info.

I for one think it would be fantastic if people celebratted Manannán Mac Lir Day on March 17th. So, are there any more converts (in addition to me) who are all for this idea? :)

Sunshine Award

Guess what? Debra She Who Seeks gave me this blog award. It's the sunshine award, which rather surprises me since I've been feeling somewhat depressed recently. But I guess my depression hasn't been coming through much in my writing...?

So, here are the rules:

1) Place the award on your blog or within your post
2) Pass the award on to twelve Sunny Bloggers -- those whose positivity and creativity inspire others!
3) Link to the nominees in your post
4) Tell the nominees they've received the award by commenting on their blogs
5) Share hte love and link tot he person from whome you received the award

So let's see, who do I want to nominate...?

1) Carrie at [carrotspeak.]

2) Thalia at Amused Grace

3) Moonrat at Editorial Ass

4) Ange at nomadic tendencies

5) Magaly at Pagan Culture

6) Harriet at the encouragement lounge

7) Anne at The Gods are Bored

8) Jupiter at The Carnelian Chronicles

9) Willow Silverhorse at A College Witche's Experiences

10) Julie at The Domestic Witch

11) Jaz at Octoberfarm

Ok, so I'm going to break the rules and just nominate eleven bloggers. Why? Because I like that number. (And I was having a hard time deciding who to pick next.)

Photo game

I got tagged in a blog game by Julie Cornwell over at The Domestic Witch!

The rules are as follows:

1) Open your first photo file

2) Scroll to the 10th photo

3) Post the photo and tell the story behind it

4) Tag five more people

So those are the rules, and here is my photo.

The photo file I used was my picassa web album for this blog, and I'm not even sure what the rules mean by "open your first photo file."

I posted this photo because I was trying to figure out what photo to use in my blog button, and I seem to recall that I was asking my followers for their opinions.

I took this photo at Trilium Lake, and you can just see Mount Hood in the background (it's trying to blend in with the clouds). It's a really really pretty lake, and if you're ever in my general area of Oregon and want to go hiking I'd recommend you head out there. It's really a nice place, and is maybe about an hour drive away from Portland.

So, now I think I'll tag...

Moonrat at Editorial Ass

Magaly at Pagan Culture

Carrie at [carrotspeak.]

Willow Silverhorse at A College Witches's Experiences

Jupiter at Carnelian Chronicles

By the way, I've also got two blog awards. I'll post about them later.

Monday, March 15, 2010

Of birthdays and henna

I realized that I shared in my last post the things that I got on my birthday, but I didn't really share the biggest gifts, did I? So here they are:

1) The amazing iPhone.

2) A camping trip next week.

I've already talked my iPhone, and I'll talk about the camping trip next week. No, don't ask where we're camping. I'll share the details after wards! You'll just have to wait in suspense in the meantime.

On a different topic...

I've been playing with henna. My idea is to get some positive symbols on my body, to help combat the depression. Below are some photos.

It seems to me that lighthouses are a powerful symbol. I guess to lead us through the dark to wherever we're going?

Unfortunately my lighthouse is a bit crooked, but oh well. And these photos were taken, of course, before the paste was taken off.

Coincidentally, my first published poem, Mehndi, was about henna. The link is here, though you have to have a Britannica Online Encyclopedia account (which I don't) in order to see it. Just thought I'd throw that out there.

More about my birthday

Someone asked if everyone would get to see a photo of the mortar and pestle in action. I actually haven't used it yet, but I did take a photo of it so that I could share it here.

I'd also like to share a photo of what my piano teacher gave me. We had a lesson the day after my birthday, and since she didn't find out about my birthday in time to get me the lesson before my birthday (which was actually when she found out about my birthday), she gave it to me the day after my birthday. It's a set of place mats, and there are some matching napkins.

I think it's pretty nice, since I'd been wearing the crown the night of my birthday.

And also, just for the heck of it, here's a photo of the wine I got. I took this photo before I actually opened my presents, since no one made an effort to hide that it was wine in the bag.

Sunday, March 14, 2010

My 21st birthday

Ok, so I'm finally here, and I'll finally talk about my 21st birthday, which was on Friday.

It was pretty good. I've been dealing with depression recently (I'm actually going to the doctor about it), and have been up and down, but luckily Friday was an up day for me. So that was pretty good.

I went to a class on shamanism. It's something that pretty much happens every Friday, but I'd stopped going to it for one reason or another. Sometimes I needed to work on Fridays, and when I didn't need to work I was too sleep deprived and had to sleep in. But not this week. On my birthday week, I made sure that I'd be able to go. It was pretty good.

We spent like the first two hours talking. Everyone was answering the question of who their favorite deity was, and why. Now realize, there were many different people from many different paths in that room, and not everyone had really thought about the divine in terms of polytheism before. So that was an interesting question. And of course, as we went around the room we inevitably went off on tangents. That's why it took two hours.

We had a lunch break, and then did a shamanic journey, during which I feel asleep. Hopefully I wasn't snoring, like one other person was before I feel asleep...

I baby sit the cat Boris, and had dinner with my family. Spaghetti, with mushrooms. Yummy. Or anyways, there were mushrooms on my plate. Everyone had different stuff, according to what they preferred.

After that I put on a crown, and and went to a belly dancing thingy that a friend of mine was helping put together. She told all her friends that her it was the 21st birthday of the girl in the crown, and I found myself being wished happy birthday by a lot of people who I only know by sight. One of the dancers even made her way over to me to wish me happy birthday during her part of the show! (We were at a cafe, so the dancers could move around among the tables if they liked, though they really only did that in their final numbers in which they would get tips.) So that was a pretty good evening.

After that I went home where I had cake and presents. The cake was cheesecake, which I asked Tall One to make.

Tall One makes the best cheesecake. This one wasn't aged quite as much as we had planned, because he had a final paper he had to write, but nonetheless it was absolutely delicious.

So the presents...I got a mortal and pestle, a iTunes gift certificate with a list of suggested games to get for my iPhone, and some wine. The wine surprised me, believe it or not.

In the past I've always hated alcoholic drinks. But mom went to a wine shop and requested help in choosing a wine for a daughter who didn't tend to like alcohol. I think I might actually enjoy it, if I have it with the right food. It's definitely better than any other wine I've ever tasted.

So, that was my birthday, more or less.

Thursday, March 11, 2010


If you're wondering about why the blog suddenly looks different...

I tried doing something with the html, which didn't work. So I went back to square one. I'd saved the html from before I started playing with it, and copied it back into the html box thingy in the "settings" place on blogger.

Then my mom told me that something was wrong with my blog and that I needed to check it out.

The page was all weird, so that you couldn't really read the blog. So I went WAY back to square one, and selected the scribe template which is one of those that Blogger offers.

It still had the same problem

I have no idea what's going on, and don't want to deal with it right now. So I'm using this other template which I don't like as much, but at least you can read my blog.

I'll try to fix it over the weekend. Maybe. If I don't become too daunted. But I'm fairly certain that I'll be too busy tomorrow to do anything with it.

ps. Wasn't someone else having trouble with the html in their blog, and wasn't it a Blogger problem...?

UPDATE: Never mind. I came up with another idea and managed to fix the problem in less than a minute. Ok, in less than three minutes, anyways...

One Pagan's relationship with Jesus

I got to thinking about my relationship with Jesus when I was working on Vivaldi's "Gloria" with my choir -- see the videos here if you haven't already -- and am finally writing a post on the topic.

We never went to church and we didn't really read the Bible, but my parents raised me Christian. We celebrated Christmas and Easter (we still do) and said blessings before meals (again, we still do). Of my own accord I eventually started saying prayers before going to sleep each night.

There were some things that didn't make sense to me, such as Jesus dying so that everyone could live forever. But in my usual style I just sort of ignored those confusing details, and went ahead and prayed to him. So, I began my relationship with him.

I do have a couple of memories I'd like to share that will give you an idea of what it was like. It's difficult to describe these experiences, though. lol I guess it's just had to explain anything of this nature.

One night when I was saying my bedtime prayers I felt overwhelmingly that I was loved, and I knew that the love was coming from God. Of course, "God" being the name that came to mind at the time. These days I'm more specific about which deity I encounter.

The other memory I want to share is actually a dream I had. I don't remember much of the dream, other than just a tiny bit of it.

There wasn't much detail of our surroundings. All I remember is that everything was white, and Jesus was there with me. Neither of us said anything, but we embraced. That's all I remember of the dream.

Tuesday, March 9, 2010

A proselytizing classmate

After one of my classes a classmate who was going the same general direction as me started chatting. Nothing unusual or surprising about that. What was surprising was when she handed me a pamphlet about Christianity.

We're already at a Catholic school, why is she handing out stuff about Christianity?

I said what I generally say when I'm offered religious materials: "I'm actually Pagan, but I love learning about other religions so I'll take it." She suggested that if I read it we could talk about it later, and then we parted ways.

I suspect she's trying to save my soul...

The Big Question(s)

Did we domesticate cats, or did cats domesticate us?

There's another one that occurred to me the other day when I was watching some kids feed the ducks...

Do we feed ducks just because they're cute, or do we feed them because they've trained us to?

Who's really in charge here -- us humans, or the cats and ducks?

Monday, March 8, 2010

Moon colonies?

Dad and I had quite an argument this evening. It started when he announced that Obama is cutting the space program. Dad says that if we pull out of space we'll become a backwards country. I, on the other hand, don't see things that way, and I just had to open my yap to argue.

One of the things he said is that it is important for us to get colonies on the moon before any other nation does. When I asked why, he said that if we are behind the other countries we'll no longer become a backwards nation and lose importance in the world. Maybe he's right to some degree, but I doubt that we'll become backwards and unimportant just because we aren't venturing into space.

And then I presented my argument.

We're already messing up our planet. As a people we need to learn to respect our planet before we go messing up our moon or even Mars. I pointed out that this is especially important to me since my spirituality is nature based. To me, our moon and Mars are living entities. I'm not asking everyone to convert to my beliefs, but I do feel that we as a people need to learn to not trash our own planet before we start thinking about building moon colonies or Mars colonies.

The argument lasted fifteen, maybe twenty minutes, but this was what we kept returning to the arguments I presented above.

Also, if it's simply a matter of time energy and money, I think we need to make fixing our health care system a bigger priority than making moon colonies.

What do you think?


Written and posted via iPhone

Sunday, March 7, 2010

Boris the cat

Boris is a big white cat with yellowish green (or is it greenish yellow?) eyes. He purrs when I pet him, and meows through his purring. He also hisses if I'm slow to realize that he's had enough petting.

And the people belonging to him are out of town, and have asked me to take care of him.

It's a good job. This isn't the first time I've taken care of him either. That means that i'm getting to know him and he isn't hissing at me as much as anymore, since I'm figuring out how to recognize when he doesn't want any more petting.

As I said, it's a good job.


Written and posted via iPhone

Saturday, March 6, 2010

They want my blood (and probably yours)

I've mentioned before that I donate blood. The Red Cross apparently likes my blood, because they have called me several times since the first time I donated asking if I wanted to donate some more.

Actually, the truth is that they like anyone's blood, so long as the person is eligible to donate. And here is a link to the Red Cross website to help you determine if you're eligible. Unless I'm mistake, most people are.

The first time I donated was late last spring. I'd considered donating before, but always found some excuse not to. Finally there was a blood drive going on at my school, and I decided that I had no real excuse not to go. So, I went.

On the day of the blood drive I mentioned to one of my class mates that I was going to donate. She said "I tried to donate once, but I fainted." That was not what I needed to hear. But, I went forward with my plans.

Things went pretty well for me. I didn't get lightheaded, I didn't faint, and I didn't freak out at the sight of my own blood -- although it is pretty weird to see this red liquid in a bag, and know that it's my own blood I'm looking at. And the needle being in my arm isn't pleasant, but oh well. A little bit of pain is fine when I know it's allowing me to help save lives.

And I'm talking about donating blood because I donated today. This was my third time. I plan to donate again as soon as I can.

I'd also like to share a little video, which will show you how easy it is to donate.

The Red Cross always needs more blood. Why not sign up today to donate? Here is a link to their website.

ps. No, I'm not getting paid to advertise for them. This is just something that I think more people need to be helping with, so I decided to talk about it on my blog and show people how easy it is to donate.

Friday, March 5, 2010

Poets and pain

A few years I was in a poetry class at PCC. That was actually when I really started writing poetry, by the way. But anyways, on to my point...

A poet visited one of our classes. Some of his poems were about heart ache, and someone asked him if he'd gotten over the girl who the poems were about. He said, "A poet can never really get over pain. We have to hang on to it for our poems."

I disagree. Yes, pain and grief can bring about poetry, but we shouldn't hang on to it unnecessarily. Why suffer needlessly? Poems that come from joy can be just as good as the poems that come from pain.

In case you're wondering, this memory came to mind and I decided to write it down because I'm feeling somewhat depressed.

Thursday, March 4, 2010

Pagans and blog buttons

Why is it that it's only the Pagan blogs I follow that have blog buttons? Is this just a Pagan thing or something?

Come on! Let's everyone get in on the fun, and make blog buttons! Blog buttons aren't just for Pagans!

It's fun and easy. If you're wondering about html or something else, I've shared some links to help you out below.

How do I make a blog button?

How do I make an html box?
(This is where you'll put the code for your button so that others can grab it.)

How do I add someone's button to my blog?

How do I make the blog buttons I've grabbed scroll? (This is a second way to add someone else's blog button to your blog.)

Wednesday, March 3, 2010

A song and two questions

First, the song. It's one that always moves me, as though I'm hearing it for the first time, and am not expecting the emotion in it.

What do you think?


I've made a new blog: Sarita's Library. I'd give you a link, but there's nothing there to see at this point. When I have time (probably not until spring break) I'll play with the template start writing in it. My idea is to talk about my books in it. I'll talk casually, talk not so casually, and probably even review books. I think. I won't know for sure what the tone will be exactly until I start writing. All I know is that it'll be an outlet for me to talk about books, and hopefully talk with other people about them.

So, the question is this: Does anyone know any good blog templates or images that I could use which would fit the theme of the blog? I would appreciate any suggestions.

Thirdly, I have one complaint about my iPhone: I have found no app for Blogger. Does anyone know of a Blogger app? I'm guessing there isn't one if I haven't found it already, but I'm hoping there is. It'd be nice to be able to read blogs when I'm on the bus or whatever. I mean, I can, but this website isn't designed for an iPhone screen and the writing is tiny, and I'd rather not.

Tuesday, March 2, 2010

Peace through bubbles

If you want to make random people randomly happy, start blowing bubbles. By the way, seeing them happy will probably make you happy. Who knows, they may even thank you!

Oh and guess what? I'm getting an iPhone this evening. I am quite happy, and still amazed that mom is actually getting me one. She decided to get it because it should help me stay on top of things. So I'm figuring I'll put all kinds of alarms on it, reminding me what is due when.

Monday, March 1, 2010

The piano cat

Ever heard of a cat playing piano? I didn't either, until this evening. Check out the below videos!

And also, just because it's funny...

Maybe I should start leaving my piano keys uncovered at times. After all, Kokopelle's namesake is musical!