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A Highland lord, naebody in particular

Naebody in Particular

They're not on a shortbread tin, but the dead live on so long as we keep telling their stories. Scots, Yanks, Canucks and the Auld Enemy. Newest posts are the ancestors, but scroll for the living.

  • out: sammy’s birthday

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    See Slideshow of the Photos on Flickr:
    sammy’s birthday

  • found: body art

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  • found: let’s see what this baby can do

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  • video: the home campaign

    part of being my wife’s husband is helping her manage change.

    when she was young, the lady sparkler legendarily got upset that they rearranged furniture in order to put up the Christmas tree. (i can neither confirm nor deny that this is why i shipped her off to austin during the move.)

    so, in an attempt to protect life, preserve sanity during the move, i’ve been sending her pictures of the progress of Flickr and short videos (below) of the rooms as they’ve gone from project to completion.

    i should manage my wife professionally.

    httpv://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MsBGicpJuAo
    httpv://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_Qvq2htChPM
    httpv://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wyM4fINoGAM
    httpv://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NVwCQ8Fj0E0

  • digital photography contest

    I launched the Conservancy’s annual “Digital Photography Contest” in 2006 to engage constituents and foster an organizational presence on Flickr.

    Over the past five years, the contest has collected over 100,000 photos from nearly 50,000 supporters. The corresponding Flickr presence has grown to more than 300,000 photos and over 24,000 participants.

    This year we’re doing it all over again — only adding the ability to submit photo using Facebook credentials. Here’s hoping…

  • artwork: happy birthday, mommy

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  • home

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    photo of the week // nineteen months
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  • cooking: taco seasoning

    ran out of taco seasoning, and the lady sparkler is chanting “more tacos!”*

    alton brown, with a few revisions, saves the day once more. (* = denotes event may not have actually happened.)

    Ingredients

    • 2 tablespoons chili powder (1 chili, 1 chipotle)
    • 1 tablespoon ground cumin
    • 2 teaspoons cornstarch
    • 1 teaspoon kosher salt
    • 1 1/2 teaspoons hot smoked paprika
    • 1 teaspoon garlic

    Instructions

    1. add to 1 lb or meat. brown and serve.

  • one final day

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    our last meal on park road ended how it began — with takeout. because all our pots and pans are packed. and we haven’t bought groceries in three weeks.

    and shortly after our “picnic” in the old courtyard, we walked the 550 yds to Monroe Street for our pre-closing inspection, where everything looked absolutely, refreshingly perfect.

    not only were all our inspection issues resolved, but the sellers actually went above and beyond — which was a great relief because we were frankly a little nervous about whether they were going to do anything at all. (get us drunk, we’ll tell you the whole story.)

    anyway, a friend today asked if I was concerned about the walkthrough and i said that — while we had trouble with the sellers leading up to this point — if tonight went well, all would be forgiven.

    all is forgiven. and we close tomorrow at 3pm.

  • seven days

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    in the next seven days:

    • monday — we sell our place on Park Road, and start our seven day rentback from the new owners.
    • tuesday — we walk through the new house to make sure they haven’t trashed the place.
    • wednesday — we close on the new place on Monroe Street.
    • thursday — the lady sparker takes sparklet to Tejas, and our POD is delivered bearing all the crap stuff we packed away last February.
    • friday — movers come to take the rest of our crap stuff from Park Road to Monroe Street.
    • saturday — i unpack.
    • sunday — our rentback ends, which means we’re fully out of Park Road.
    • monday — and on the eighth day, he rested.

    actually, we kicked everything off this afternoon with the buyers walking through our house to make sure WE hadn’t trashed the place.

    we hadn’t — well, except for all the boxes.