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I am certain that humans make musical instruments because they are inclined to, where inclined means 'liable to do so whether you like it or not'; see polka or REO Speedwagon, depending on your inclination. I am also certain that they don't get enough custom when they do, because every time we come to Emandal, someone spends the weekend getting much better at an ibsteumwny that they have just picked up, haven't playwbib a long time, or kist happen to like.
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Alaina has spent part of the last year becoming quite proficient as a mosaicist. She and Felix put together this gift for me (still, a few months later, awaiting a bath in sealant at her workstation), and she and Felix made a fine pebble mosaic on a sand bed along the pathway to our house. Felix did almost all of the left side of the heart.
[I am leaving the typographical funnies here to remind people that I posted this blog entry from my Iphone. I know I can correct them now, but they are one of my favorite things about the Iphone: you get ideas reminiscent of the T9 lips/kiss pun.]
Then last weekend Alaina and I were off to the mosaic studio in Oakland, not to make mosaics but rather to learn how to weld. Welding is dramatic and satisfying. The equipment is slightly high-tech -- in particular, welders currently use a helmet with a self-darkening shutter that takes less than a 1000th of a second to go from the opacity of sunglasses to really, really dark.
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Were packing today for our annual trip to the farm on the Eel. Amber isn't coming, but not for want of trying. She gets to spend the weekend keeping Connie company.
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To mark my first decade at my current employer, the company gave me a large, heavy crystal prism. I set it on my office windowsill, and at the right time on a sunny day, the real gift comes.
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