Category: Life

Someone mentioned WinAmp the other day and I almost exploded from a massive 1999/2000/Napster/college/Chez Clay fit of nostalgia. Sigh. With Dave and Mike, Chez Clay, 2000 Originally uploaded by lyzadanger.

For those of you who access this site via lyza.com, or who email me, note that I’m moving lyza.com in the next few days. I hope that this won’t actually cause any noticeable effect, but if you are having trouble emailing me, please use my work address. I’ll leave it as an exercise to the [...]

David and Camprie Originally uploaded by lyzadanger. Head over to Flickr for a buttload of new photos from my new Lumix.

I’ve had a rare week. Last Sunday, when David and I went for a hike in the splendid Columbia River Gorge, I noticed that I couldn’t “focus quite right.” By the evening I couldn’t see my monitor and by Monday I was pretty useless. I called in sick and made an appointment with my eye [...]

It’s sunny today, albeit cold, which reminded me to consider what season it was. According to the internets, the spring equinox was at 12:07 UTC today. Which really makes it yesterday here. But anyway, we’re past it. I live entirely for the summer, so this is good news.

My husband seems to have bought a car yesterday. From what I can tell from my library window, which overlooks Belmont, it appears to be a silver WRX wagon. Doting wife that I am, I haven’t actually gone outside to look at it. But it seems like a perfectly reasonable car. He continues to do [...]

Les Schwab Tires is a local institution, started by a cattle rancher from the middle of the state (near Redmond). They are so consistently old school that they still offer free beef with your tire purchase. They also (normally) have stellar customer service. It doesn’t matter if you buy your tires from them–they’ll still put [...]

It’s funny how the more satisfied with things I am, the less I have to say about anything. Does that make me boring? I’m reading Jane Austen again, does that count for at least persistence?

Our house is an 1890 Victorian era, Queen Anne vernacular. What this means is that when you walk in, you’re in a hallway that runs the length of the house, with a front parlor and a formal dining room just off the hallway. The front parlor is mostly taken up by a baby grand piano. [...]