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I just upgraded to the latest version of WordPress. I also deleted a lot of users. If one of them was you and your actually reading this, sorry. Best I could tell it was sleeper spam accounts. But basically, if your email address is in the .ru or .pl domains, and your “real name” doesn’t match your email address at all, I figured you and I weren’t on very close terms.

OK, It’s not day 1 anymore, but it feels that way. Saturday we took a train to London’s Victoria station. Then we took a tube from there to King’s Cross station. From there, we took a train to Edinburgh. From there, we took another train to Pitlochry. On the long-haul train from London to Edinburgh, we were fortunate in that we had reserved seats at a table and the reserved seats across from us were unoccupied, as we only needed 2 tickets, because Sam is an “under 5” but that meant we only got 2 seats.

The Raven I’ve been meaning to do this for a while. Capture some stories that I like on audio. This one’s pretty good for a quick pass. I look forward to improving both production quality and reading. But it’s fun to have read one of my favorite poems and captured it for later and maybe too, for others.

Here is an interesting article. It feels like it might be subject to some (selection?) bias, but the outcome appeals to my sensibility. Key sentiment is below: My research revealed that lucky people generate good fortune via four basic principles. They are skilled at creating and noticing chance opportunities, make lucky decisions by listening to their intuition, create self-fulfilling prophesies via positive expectations, and adopt a resilient attitude that transforms bad luck into good.

It’s about 2 weeks late, but I’ve been blogging (quite irregularly, obviously) for 5 years now. Most of my stuff goes on twitter now. Automatically posted in turn to facebook (and to a side-bar in this blog). Anyway, happy belated, self-congratulatory, anniversary to me and my writing. 🙂

I first saw this (or something very much like it) on a poster in an admin’s office in Altoona. It struck a chord with me, and I went looking for it tonight. This isn’t the exact version I remember, and I can’t find attributions for it. But it’s a good reminder for me: Life is not a journey to the grave With the intention of Arriving safely in a pretty

I wrote the following on my birthday, the day before we left for the UK for a month. Alas, our home router died that day too, so I didn’t actually publish it. I’m going to date-adjust the post back in time to when I actually wrote it instead of when I finally got back to the states and therefore around to publishing it. Today, I turn 39. It’s feeling kinda old.

We took the Eurostar from London to Paris on Thursday, and returned today (Sunday). I took Thursday off, and then worked from “Home” on Friday. We have about a 15 (adult) minute walk from the flat to the Brighton train station. From there, it’s a little under an hour to London, St. Pancras. From there, a little under three hours to Paris Gare de Nord. From there, 15 min on the Paris Metro and 5 minutes to the flat.

Dear Sam, I’m writing this to you on my 38th birthday. This morning when I got you up out of your crib, you asked, “What day is today?” I replied, “Monday.” Then you said, “It’s Mommy’s birthday! Happy Birthday, Mommy!” And you gave me a hug. Best. Birthday. Present. Ever. A few hours later, we were running errands on foot and you wanted me to carry you, and I was already lugging two bags of groceries, and you wouldn’t wear your sun hat, and you kept telling me to take mine off, and you cried and complained for the last two blocks.

Dear Sammy, Dad and I are a few weeks late with this newsletter. You (and the people we share this letter with) will have to forgive us: your 28th month was a difficult one"not because of you, but because this past month saw the death of a longtime family member: our beloved kitty Camus. I’m going to start there. He died near the end of the month, but his death has colored the entire month.