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More Genetics At Work

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This morning I generated what I am sure is a very funny trouble ticket. I got in early this morning and got started and was working a while when I started to smell … something? Burning plastic? Eventually it occurred to me to crawl under my desk and sure enough, the smell was coming from […]

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Generation Gaps & Skips

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I had this weird conversation with my mom this week. See, I’d been listening to some classic labor songs from the early 20th century (thanks, Smithsonian Folkways!) and I was thinking about how most of them were about work men were doing. So that made me think about my mother and my grandmother’s work, and […]

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Beyond Thunderdome

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I had big plans for this past weekend. We’d have Christmas, I’d get a new tattoo, I’d see my friend Becki who hasn’t been on this coast in a decade. Then I’d settle in and enjoy my homey home. Big plans. But when I woke up on Friday viral menaces had decided a whole different […]

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It’s the most mumblemumble time of the year!

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The look on my face from 30 years ago is about the same look I have today where it regards The Holiday Season. Just one example: I don’t know what to get people! Some people say they don’t want to get things. I really just want to show people that I love them, and getting […]

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Thanksgiving at Home

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Jack and I are down in Norfolk. We’ve had a stunningly good Thanksgiving dinner. We have so much to be thankful for I could in fact write another month’s worth of posts about those things alone. It all comes down to folks, really. So my first thanks priority goes to my friends, my family, and […]

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Apologies for sap…

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My dad just posted a bunch of pictures from his days in the Navy on his flickr. Look at that amazing family resemblance! There are a bunch of the ships and various international destinations, and points between. It makes me understand in some small way why my father is so nostalgic and attached about the […]

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