Tuesday, November 29, 2005


My sister and nephew moved a couple of months ago to a house in Lake City, near where I grew up. (It's a bit closer to the 47 Beautiful Ladies and Three Ugly Ones than is quite appropriate for a young child, but nonetheless a comfortable home. It is uncanny to see another house decorated with my grandparents' furniture, but that's not the reason I titled my post as I did.) Kate works at the south end of Lake Union and has lived on Beacon Hill south of downtown for years, so I never thought she'd make the move north. But apparently Dad convinced her it'd be best for Ronel's education if they lived in a better school district.

So get this: Ronel is attending Briarcrest, the same elementary school I attended when I was his age. He is playing violin (after trying flute in the Seattle schools and trumpet, briefly, in the Shoreline schools), as I did from fifth grade through high school. Then yesterday Kate and Ronel called to tell me that my teacher from fifth grade (now retired) visited Briarcrest to open a time capsule from 20 years ago, which included letters to the future written by students, and said, "Here's a letter from one of my students, Juliet Crawford" and Ronel was like "WHAT?!?!" I maybe sort of vaguely remember something about a time capsule and letters. Ro also said there was a picture of our class and he recognized me; apparently I look the same as I did in fifth grade. I'm not sure how I feel about that.

(I'm also thinking, "I hope I didn't say anything embarrassing or misspell anything in my letter." Why do I care? I was ten. Besides, I don't think Mr. Orsborn would have let any errors through. I learned to be a perfectionist in elementary school. Also I learned that the longest word in the English language is pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis. That was genuinely useful when I taught Greek and Latin roots in grad school.)

Saturday, November 12, 2005

Fox has made a huge mistake

NOOOOOOOOO!!!!! nonononononononoNO!!!!

Fox is cancelling Arrested Development. For realsies this time, apparently.

Because, you know, Fox always makes brilliant decisions about what shows to cancel (Family Guy) and what shows to keep (Stacked!? Okay, so I haven't watched it, but dude, if you want to see Pamela Anderson's boobs, that's what the Internet is for).

And they're cutting this season's order to thirteen episodes. Grr.

I'm going to go cry into my pillow now.

Tuesday, November 08, 2005

Sunset in Berkeley

I took these pictures last week, from our roof. Our landlady doesn't really like us to do that. Oh well.