When I was in fifth grade, our teacher had us tally our eye color. We then displayed our results on the wall in the hallway using cut-out eyes to represent each color. I remember thinking how boring it was that I didn't have a special eye color. That I was just another member of the majority with my blue eyes.
I grew up in a small New England town, where blue eyes were, in fact, the dominant eye color. It wasn't until much later as an adult that I began to appreciate the fact that my eye color was less common than I originally imagined. In fact, the percentage of babies being born with blue eyes as rapidly shrinking due to its derivation from a recessive gene.
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Saturday, January 22, 2011
January 22th, 2011
Friday, January 21, 2011
January 21st, 2011
After our third snowstorm of the week, I trudged to work through the snowy sidewalks. Two teenage boys were working to clear out the steps at the Catholic Church down the street. Nestled behind heavily weighed down branches was a statue of Mother Mary, quiet in her prayer on that snow-muffled morning.
Thursday, January 20, 2011
January 20th, 2011
I try to keep fresh flowers in my home at all times. What lands in my vases is usually from my own backyard or whatever happens to be on sale at Whole Foods. This past week it was Tulips, since we're headed into that season.
Tulips tend not to last that long as they grow out of the leaves and tumbling over on themselves from their own weight. The sturdiest flower is the gerber daisy. I love a vivid yellow or orange gerber. But this week the orange-yellow of the tulips caught my eye. I pulled a single stem to go in the bathroom by the sink and kept the rest in a yellow ceramic pitcher in my kitchen.
Sunday, January 16, 2011
January 16th, 2011
The talk went perfectly well. After checking out of the hotel, I spent a couple of hours at the Aquarium of the Pacific. It was a Sunday and therefore inundated with all of the children in CA. It was also painful to be in a dark aquarium when the sun was shining and there was a beach to visit.
Petting sea anemone was the best part of the aquarium visit. When you brush your fingers over their tentacles, the tentacles seem to cling and stick. While at other times, they quickly draw away from your hand. The sticking isn't actually sticking though. They are technically stinging/poison your fingertips, but our skin is too thick for us to feel it or its effect - so it just feels sticky. This is how they trap their food, by paralyzing it with toxins.
Petting sea anemone is far cooler than petting star fish (New England Aquarium, I'm talking to you.)
Saturday, January 15, 2011
January 15th, 2011
Flamenco dancers walked a small stage at the latin restaurant we had dinner at on Saturday night. Fresh sangria with pre-marinated fruit in the glass made the boys squirm. I didn't stay out beyond the meal, and even then I left early. I had my talk in the morning and was in the verge of freaking out when I got back to the hotel room. You know how you wake up in the middle of the night in a panic? I totally did that, having not been able to properly give my talk in a practice run a couple of hours before.
There really should be a warning label on me that says I can't be trusted to have productive or rational behavior after 10pm. I'm far too vulnerable to exhaustion-induced mood swings.
Friday, January 14, 2011
January 14th, 2011
There were so many great photographs from this day that it was hard to chose just one for the blog. I decided on this one for several reasons: It best reflects Long Beach with the funky rollar coaster bridge, palm trees and high rises. Street murals like this were all over the place, large boards propped up to hide construction sites. And this was also the start of a beautiful afternoon.
After meeting the boys for lunch, I headed off in the direction of the elusive Walmart. As a Boston resident, Walmart is this mythical place in which things are uncommonly cheap - both the products and the people. There is no Walmart in the metro area, however, so I personally get to visit one once every 2-3 years. The fact that there was one in the middle of a city only 5 blocks from my hotel was amazing. Who knew Walmart would be my #1 tourist destination in Long Beach? But it was because I didn't bring a bathing suit and the 85 degree weather demanded that I have one. That and some hairspray.
So I headed down Pine Ave, coming across humorous signs about curfews, more murals and art painted on the sides of brick buildings and construction sites. Walmart itself was centered by a square. A lot of homeless people were hanging out, but there was also a farmer's market and street fair in progress.
I picked up freshly picked blood oranges (sweet!!) for snacking. A man selling locally grown apples cut slivers from his three varietals and then carved/sliced a whole apple in this funky eared/winged design. I was going to buy an apple, but when he just gave one to me for free, I didn't have a need for much more. Very cool though. Have I mentioned how much I love farmer's markets?
Beyond the farm and produce booths was a street fair Vendors selling trinkets and food stretched another two blocks. Southern BBQ, churros, hot dogs and Italian ice. The trinkets were literally all trinkets and tacky t-shirts and just junk. I would have LOVED it as a kid. Bouncy balls, cheap jewelry, little plastic toys, silly hats.
Everyone seemed happy, laughing and talking with friends. I think that's what I loved the most about those two blocks. It was the sign of a real community - an element that its hard to find when you're a tourist and in a city on business. That was the highlight of my trip, honestly.
Thursday, January 13, 2011
January 13th, 2011
I never intended to have this become my one photo snapped on this date, but it kind of turned out that way. Technically I snapped a photo of the cot in our hotel room, but it came out poorly. The cot was there because the hotel had run out of rooms and left us in a room with a stunning 2-wall window view, but with one bed. I took the cot, since I'm nice like that, and too exhausted after traveling all day to care. We swapped out the next morning, but retained the beautiful view!
This actual photo was taken at Washington Dulles airport. We had two ours to spare between flights. I took a hard spill coming out of the plane on the slippery rubber mat just as you step down. My hands were on my luggage, so I had no way to catch my fall. I ended up with some bruised knees, but that's about it. No additional injuries to my already iffy joints.
So anyway, we sat at the gate for the second hour, talking about what women want. It was pretty funny. For example, why would a woman show lots of interest, then when you reciprocate and take it as an indication that she wants to be more serious, suddenly drop you like a hot potato for moving too fast? And how do you return to being just friends again? I'm can't say that offered the best advice, but he got heaping spoonful of cynic's wisdom.
Amidst all this, I felt like I should really snap a photograph of something. That something turned out to be the beautiful geometric lines of the terminal ceiling.