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Attack of the Rebel Bluebonnets

There’s a big brouhaha over at the University of Texas at Austin. Apparently there’s some maroon bluebonnets popping up in raised beds near the UT Tower. The outrage! See, these flowers were developed by dastardly scientists over at Texas A&M through selective breeding and hybridization, creating a pink version of the ubiquitous bluebonnets that blanket…

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Can you spare some change?

What’s the deal with change? People are terrified of change. Even when they hate their lives (or some aspect of them) people will keep doing the same things they’ve always done. Fear of the unknown, concern about what might happen if things change, causes people to be risk-adverse. I once knew a woman who despised…

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The Halfway Point

The month is halfway over now. Fifteen days of blogging for Justin’s blogging challenge, fifteen days of writing as part of Camp NaNoWriMo. Is the glass half full? After all, look at everything I’ve accomplished! So many blog posts! 26,371 words written towards my novel! Or is the glass half empty? There’s still 15 days to go. Where…

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I don’t want to write this post

I love to write. I do it for a living, assisting WordPress.com users, creating and updating support documentation, and communicating with colleagues. At a distributed company such as Automattic, there are few in-person/voice conversations. The majority of interaction among colleagues and between staff and our users is through written communication. Outside of work, I write fiction for fun and…

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A brief thought…

What if everything that you perceive, everything around you, was just a projection of your own consciousness? What if everything you know to be true about your life and everything that you have learned, seen or done, is actually just one really large dream? How would you know the difference? And how much would you…

The light over the bed in my ER bay.

Learning life lessons… the hard way

When I get hurt, I’m like a cat. I don’t let on unless it’s impossible to hide. Pity parties aren’t my thing, so I suck it up and just cope with it. Usually that works, but sometimes it can backfire on me. This week was typical. A week ago, I thought I had pulled a muscle in…