I am a horrible diarist, and only a middling weblogger. I received my first diary at age eight from my beloved aunt, and I proceeded to very carefully write about each of my days (including the 1988 presidential election) for about two weeks. Then five years later I found the diary and wrote in it Read more >>

It’s like the internet has forgotten me. I don’t mean in a “woe is me, my hits are low and no one is linking to my site” because that’s been true for like, four years – since the last time I had any content at brianna.org. No, what I mean is that I can’t login Read more >>

Moveable Type will not let me log in. My implementation is apparently corrupt. This after spending two months filling it full of data and getting the structure organized so that I could use it as a CMS for Utopian.net :: Moods. I know I could go online, look up the problem, spend all day troubleshooting Read more >>

I’ve been dissolute lately, and only in the last few days have I been able to get any semblance of a routine back in order. I’m at a stage in my life where I’ve learned a few things about myself, learned a few ways to manage myself, and yet when I find my mood or Read more >>

Spent the day out with the girls yesterday. We went to the new tea shop in Westport – it was good. Minimalist, but good. We sampled Plum Oolong, Earl Grey Supreme, and an herbal tea made from plain dried lotus blossoms. The last tasted of artichoke. The rest of the night was just watching movies, Read more >>

I have big bag of sweet potatoes from the farm, and I don’t know what to do with them. I’d love to make sweet potato pie, but J. dislikes it. I’ve never had them baked, and I hear sweet potato fries are excellent. Can anyone give me suggestions?

Today, I was grumpy. So I stayed in bed forever, flopped around the house moaning, and my wonderful boyfriend put up with it nicely, resulting in a quick change of mood when I realised what a pisser I was being. I went to the grocery store and bought things I don’t usually buy, like organic Read more >>

I just watched Pirates of the Caribbean. I love it, but when the little girl at the beginning tells young Will “It’s OK” I cringe. This is my biggest period-movie pet peeve – use of the word OK in oh, the eighteenth century, medieval Scotland, fifth-century Japan. Directors, I have a brief historical note for Read more >>

Slept in terribly late, and was still groggy when I awoke. Awakened? Damned english. Anyway, I have a full day ahead of me, and I’m trying to cheerlead myself into it. Rah. 1) wrap up the cafe paintings – two paintings, three collages 2) finish the business plan 3) do some housework, the house has Read more >>

J. is listening to Van Morrison in the living room, and I am in here crocheting myself a funky hat to wear for winter, with a matching poncho inspired by Megan. I have so much yarn to use, it’s unreal. I keep trying to come up with some creative use for it, like stuffing pillows Read more >>