... because the last time my mom visited, she was wondering about the city's wild parrots.
(Photographed this morning at Fort Mason.)
I've been trying to reinvigorate my language skills, so I've started reviewing some of the languages I've studied, switching to a different one (Spanish, French, German, Italian) each week.
I thought music might help reinforce the vocabulary I was picking up, so I trawled the library for pop CDs in other languages. I had no idea what any of these bands would sound like; I figured I'd just check them out and give a few repeat listens to anything I enjoyed.
Thanks to Google for informing me that today is Alexander Calder's birthday, via a beautiful Google doodle on their home page. I love the shadows.
I was lucky enough to grow up near Chicago, where I got to see the Calder Flamingo every time I went downtown. I've always especially loved his mobiles.
The American Masters episode on Calder was marvellous.
Yesterday a Wonderboy song came up on random play, and I got a great big grin.
For about a decade, I ran a little independent record label, Racer Records. I got to work with artists I really loved, putting out their records and trying to build a bigger audience for them.
Wonderboy was the first band I signed, and I love them as much today as I did back in 1993.
Hearing a Wonderboy tune just makes me indescribably happy.
I was never all that interested in space as a kid. I enjoyed reading The Martian Chronicles and some other sci fi classics, but I was barely aware of NASA or the science of space exploration.
That all changed for me on the Fourth of July, 1997, when I watched the Mars Pathfinder land on the red planet.
I've been so lucky to see oystercatchers lately.
They're some of my favorite birds. They're about the size of a seagull, with black bodies, Silly Putty colored feet, and bright red tube-shaped beaks.
They can be incredibly difficult to see against the dark rocks where they feed. Fortunately, they often cry out just before they take flight. By following the sound, I can often spot them just before they leave their current rock for a different one.
I spent $26 at Goodwill this afternoon, and I feel great.
I love shopping at Goodwill. It makes me feel lucky, and smart, and frugal.
I passed Goodwill as I was walking home from the library. I'd been thinking about getting some new (well, new to me) jeans and a sweatshirt or two if I could find one, so I thought I'd go in to see what they had.
What they had was a sale. Every single piece of clothing in the store was just $2.