mirror

when harper was born, my neighbor offered to give me a day of photography as a baby gift. she told us just to walk around town and to do whatever came to us while she snapped away. this photo has come to be one of my favorites from that day or any day, really. so much so that when the shop went out of business, i went in and bought the small standing mirror you see in this image. when harper is older, i will give it to her in the hopes that she will always see her reflection in a way that mirrors the moment we had here.

h is the bomb

so today goes down in history as the day harper ate things she normally hurls against walls.

first, she had soup. and not just any soup, tomato soup from the kitchen. known for its tartness and non campbell like quality, i was certain a move of such sophistication would not occur until her junior prom.

then, she ate seven oranges. granted, they were the small clementine varietal practically being given away after the holiday season, but still: seven freaking oranges. i just stood behind her and watched her little face burrow into the wedges, her mouth emitting an occasional slurp-slurp sound.

finally, she became a mexican. she had three plates of refried beans at pupusas. and, strangely, did it all while standing up. but hey, who am i to judge a little thing like etiquette when in the midst of a miracle?

why i love my job: # 77

my dear friend and neighbor at work, jonathan, had his portfolio website hacked last week. so just in case the nasty bugger decides to come back, jonathan's posted the following message on his site:

So, how much money does a hacker make?
Get a job you buttghost.

2008: esquire's 'what i've learned'

I look forward to esquire's january issue each year because it's full of great wit and wisdom from all sort of interesting folks. tim burton is certainly no exception. it's hard to argue with this little gem:

"You can argue with somebody who says, I know this and I know that. But you can’t argue with passion."

word: fusstache

the type of mustache that men can't seem to stop fiddling with (i.e. playing, brushing,stroking) all of the time.

word: teaseburger

the word used to describe a *cheeseburger that's been oversold on the menu and yet fails to deliver on any of its highly touted attributes.

* for the record, canada does not make a good burger.