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I love the requisite end-of-the-year retrospective things. I wonder how the photographer of this picture feels. He was probably crouching and waiting for precisely this photo, waiting for the exact moment, and I wonder if now the only thing he can see are those errant Michael Phelps fingers coming out of the other guy’s mouth. So close to perfect.
Oops, I forgot to do one of these yesterday. Here are two to make up for it.
No. 6: Cup o’ Noodle on the floor
Oh no! Allison’s lunch on the floor instead of in her stomach. I believe this happened while Allison, Christina and I were sitting around by the Evergreen copy desk in earnest discussion about what kind of girls we hope our Evergreen boys will end up with. When Allison turned her chair the back of it brushed the cup, balanced near the edge of the desk, and we all watched in slow-motion horror as it splatted to the ground.
No. 5: Separate but equal?
This is when Nick and I moved to Spokane and I made fun of him for keeping his socks segregated by color.
This is our 16-year-old geriatric cat Milo. I named him after the cat in “Milo and Otis,” and he’s been through more Christmases than my sister. More important, he was the only member of my family amiable (or voiceless) enough to be the subject of a video for my blog.
A video!
I enjoy the year-end tributes magazines and newspaper do for all the famous people who died in the previous year. When Eartha Kitt died on Christmas Eve she was a little too late to make most of those eulogy compilations. However, she is the only celebrity who died this year (other than Paul Newman) to get mentioned on my blog, because she is the only one whose child played with my infant father aboard a boat to Finland in 1962. That is better than having your own salad dressing.
(The original picture is a bit blurry, so the quality isn’t all just me.)
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No. 7: Tor constructs a Dixie Cup tower with his teeth
He didn’t build the whole thing with his teeth. The other tower is Dan’s. I would like to help explain this by saying it was a Friday afternoon, but I’m not really sure that it was. Tom was spectating. It’s really a marvel the new Evergreen website ever got finished at all.
This was the view behind the house when I was getting up around 7:30 this morning. Merry Christmas everyone!
No. 8: Vintage Christmas ornaments at the Hell’s Kitchen flea market
Old Christmas things always seem more magical, maybe because so much of the meaning of Christmas lies in tradition. Or maybe there’s some instinctual reasoning that if Christmas was more enchanted when we were children, then the time before we were children must have been even more so.
Obviously I had no way to bring a bunch of delicate old tree ornaments back from New York even if I’d had a good reason to buy them, but I admired them for a while and came back to take the photo. I think it takes a lot of imagination to shop at a flea market.
I saved this tiny can of apple juice for Brian one day in the newsroom. It seemed like something he would enjoy, as an adorable canned fruity beverage. The only caveat was he had to allow me to photograph the one gulp required to drink it.
No. 10: Most terrifying high school event shirt ever
This was the Saturday in May when Nick had to cover a high school soccer game at Albi Stadium. It was back in May before we moved up to Spokane, and I was so happy to see sun that I didn’t notice I was getting terribly sunburned. Anyway, I took this picture because this high school guy’s shirt was so bizarre. Cat Mania? What kind of horrible student council idea was that? And, of course, it’s in Comic Sans. If someone played an April Fools’ joke on Al and the Evergreen staff, it would probably turn out something like this.
Yay, NYT got my memo or just felt magnanimous enough today to feature the extreme hinterlands on the centerpiece weather story. Portland and Seattle even got mentioned by name, though you have to love this transition line following Boston’s forecast:
“Things weren’t much better across the country, on the West Coast.”
You know, in case you forgot where across the country is located. I think it’s just the unnecessary comma that makes it look stupid.
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