The weather jumped from winter to practically summer here in Berkeley. My dad called to wish me happy birthday today, which pleased me. But otherwise, the world is completely crazed, with war and nuclear problems; I spent this afternoon readng last Sunday's New York Times and getting depressed. It is true that a small number of committed people can make a change, but I lack the energy to join them. I think I'll listen to Judy Small and try to cheer up a bit.
Quilter, knitter, folk musician/singer, cat owner, parents are transplanted midwesterners from farm families, three siblings (one near Seattle, two near LA), many nieces and nephews, bad gardener, chronic battles with depression and clutter, underpaid nonprofit employee, girl geek with Macs, PCs, and Palm PDAs (used to be part of TeamB), former editor and art director for sf/fantasy magazines, founded an undercapitalized laptop magazine in the 80s, struggling homeowner. Email me: are eee aitch at ess eff eff dot enn eee tee.