Jonathan and I had a lovely chat this morning. We don't talk as much as we used to talk, I miss his voice, him, which causes me to appreciate these conversations more.

Today he was talking about the delicious cup of coffee he had made. Talk about bringing vicarious joy to me!

I have often lamented my dislike of coffee. The only good coffee, I assert, is muted in tiramisu. In other words, with lots of sugar and lots of cream.

What I do like a lot, however, is Jonathan's like (love?) of good coffee and his ongoing enthusiasm for the drink. I love how coffee houses became our way of exploring new cities, and old ones alike. Often the coffee houses would have tea, sometimes not. They would always be a destination, multiple destinations, that enabled us to find new areas, to walk to new destinations, to expand our knowledge of our temporary home.

Check My Phone


Check my phone.
Check my phone.
Check my phone.
Check my phone.
Check my email.
Check my phone.
Check my phone.
Check my twitter.
Check my ig.
Check my phone.
Check my phone.
Check my phone.

I am not doing well.


Snowing at Dad's. Snowing where you are?



In a valiant attempt to recreate delight, we fanned his hair out. He was gracious enough to allow me to photograph it.

Jonathan with his hair fanned out

Kjollé with my Big Bear


On our 50 adventures, in Lima, we were hoping for a last minute cancellation to Central. We didn't manage one, but we did have dinner at its sister restaurant.

Which is now my favorite restaurant in all the world.

I mean, how can an amazing meal with this big bear not become a favorite?

Jonathan Snook at Kjollé

Dolla Dolla Bill Y'all


Eric had warned me a decade ago that parenting isn't what you think it is, and life will throw you those parenting lessons over and over again. This week has been a tough week, and I managed yet another one of those lessons, mainly that you often don't have the right answer, even when you should.

A few days ago, I found three dollar bills on the beach. I was amused by this, and handed them in some ratio to the boys. I didn't think much about them until today.

As we were walking out of lunch, L commented he wanted his dollar bill back. Hayden said no, he found it. I asked for the details.

L had been in the restroom. He dropped his dollar. He had lost it.

H went into the restroom after L. He found the dollar bill that L lost. Picked it up. Kept it.

L realized H found his dollar when H bragged about finding a dollar, as only after said bragging had L realized he had lost his dollar.

Us, at the Huntington


This is one of my most favorite pictures of Jonathan and me.

Look how giggly happy he is!

Kitt and Jonathan smiling



Three numbers


Last week, Jonathan made a comment about my collecting things. I suspect he made the comment more as an amusing observation than anything else, but it stuck with me. Though I don't collect physical objects, and am back to getting rid of stuff again, I certainly "collect" license plate numbers. I think the collecting of plates is more of an enjoyment of playing with numbers and letters and words, and the traffic I was stuck in when I lived in Los Angeles.

These days, I have found, more often than I would like to admit, that I hesitate to spend money when the currency I'm holding has an interesting number sequence on it. It's rather like chasing the license plate holy grail of two characters, looking at currency serial numbers.

If I ever manage to find one with only two numbers on it, or even one number on it, I'm 100% sure I won't be able to spend it.

Claiming Ordering Disorder


Jonathan received a copy of Khoi Vinh's book, Ordering Disorder

Oddly enough, if you google for subtraction, Khoi's last name is spelled Vin:


Jonathan says the DMOZ has it spelled incorrectly. Bastards.

Anyway, the book? It's a book for him to review. I saw it, looked through it, and was tickled by it, figuring when he was done reading it and reviewing it, I could also review it. Hot damn, it looks interesting.

So interesting, actually, that I couldn't really wait.

I claimed it.

Ordering Disorder

Snook's Coke Consumption

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1/14 ..
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1/18 .....
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1/24 ...
1/25 ...
1/26 ...
1/27 .
1/28 ....
1/29 .. 1/2
1/30 ... 1/2
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