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Jan. 29th, 2019 11:39... my Swedish Chef icon was based on a US stamp back when letter stamps cost $0.37, and this weekend they went up to $0.55, so hi, I'm old, how are you.
At some point, my Instagram crossposts failed, which was basically how I felt like being on the internet for a long while - pictures as a signal flare of "I'm still alive, here's a good thing I want to remember."
In the interim couple of years, I've:
* spent most holidays in LA soaking up warmth and fruit and Pacific Ocean zen to fortify myself through yet another New England winter (starting to get real tired of the latter part of that cycle); Park family gatherings annually uniting all of us scattered kids to hang out with each other and eat a lot of good Korean food. Making sure to get out to Santa Monica at least one Wednesday per trip for the farmers' market and dipping my toes in my beloved Pacific, frigid to everyone else but merely invigorating to me; that's what twenty-odd New England winters'll do for ya, I guess! Supplementing with my other favorite LA farmers market (the Sunday Hollywood one, though you do have to dodge the creepy slant-rhymes-with-gynecologists).
* ( milestone birth month: spent chasing the sun in California and Hawaii, sheer delight )
* managed to fly red-eyes in both directions for a Las Vegas work trip (again with that New England winter crap)
* went to Nashville for the first time (and recognized a LOT of LA and NYC brands setting up shop). They're in for iiinteresting times there; I used public transit for most of my getting around and had conversations about density and sudden growth and just how was everyone supposed to be getting around based on the population increasing by X but the roads only having so far to widen, which meant I got to evangelize about induced demand and transit to some very bemused locals).
* popped down to NYC on various day trips
* failed to Kondo my stuff except in dribs and drabs
* spent pretty much every other scrap of free time at the farmers' markets or the bookstores.
So, you know, me being me.
I still don't know if I have much to talk about on an ongoing basis, but it's nice to remember that this place exists. Catch up with people. Hello.
At some point, my Instagram crossposts failed, which was basically how I felt like being on the internet for a long while - pictures as a signal flare of "I'm still alive, here's a good thing I want to remember."
In the interim couple of years, I've:
* spent most holidays in LA soaking up warmth and fruit and Pacific Ocean zen to fortify myself through yet another New England winter (starting to get real tired of the latter part of that cycle); Park family gatherings annually uniting all of us scattered kids to hang out with each other and eat a lot of good Korean food. Making sure to get out to Santa Monica at least one Wednesday per trip for the farmers' market and dipping my toes in my beloved Pacific, frigid to everyone else but merely invigorating to me; that's what twenty-odd New England winters'll do for ya, I guess! Supplementing with my other favorite LA farmers market (the Sunday Hollywood one, though you do have to dodge the creepy slant-rhymes-with-gynecologists).
* ( milestone birth month: spent chasing the sun in California and Hawaii, sheer delight )
* managed to fly red-eyes in both directions for a Las Vegas work trip (again with that New England winter crap)
* went to Nashville for the first time (and recognized a LOT of LA and NYC brands setting up shop). They're in for iiinteresting times there; I used public transit for most of my getting around and had conversations about density and sudden growth and just how was everyone supposed to be getting around based on the population increasing by X but the roads only having so far to widen, which meant I got to evangelize about induced demand and transit to some very bemused locals).
* popped down to NYC on various day trips
* failed to Kondo my stuff except in dribs and drabs
* spent pretty much every other scrap of free time at the farmers' markets or the bookstores.
So, you know, me being me.
I still don't know if I have much to talk about on an ongoing basis, but it's nice to remember that this place exists. Catch up with people. Hello.
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