There’s a chattering of bird warbles high up ahead. We come out from under a canopy of trees and I slow down to look into the tall palms across the street. It’s a flock of parrots. I cross the street for a closer look. Tricia points at an approaching car, “Jeff.” I’m carrying the baby, “I see it.” The flock thins out. A group of four fly west to Sunset. The others stay behind, lower their voices.
Spotted on the Los Angeles Metro blue line:
Ha Ha. Life is rich.
The woman we’re subletting from has several motivational quotes and focus words posted around the apartment. It sounds cheesy, but actually comes off as charming and encouraging. Then there’s the billion dollar bill taped to the ceiling over the bed: the last thing seen before going to sleep, the first after waking up.
New mom Sam has an article in the New York Times about the legions of mothers that fill her Brooklyn neighborhood during the day: The Park Slope Parent Trap
I’m posting at least one new Benjamin pic every day on Flickr.
I missed my weekly neighborhood dinner a couple of Sunday’s back, but I read about it in the paper. (See the back of Tricia’s pregnant head in the second picture.)
There’s been no Mac G4-optimized Firefox builds of the latest Firefox security release from the usual sources. (new priorities.) But I located one here.
Six Apart: “Later this year the open source version of [ ] Movable Type will be released under the GPL license.”
Desmond walked out of the tube station, past Charlie, paying him no notice. When it started to rain, Charlie packed up his guitar and ran off. Then he saw the mugging, ran into the alley and chased off the purse snatcher.
As things played out in the version of the events as Desmond relived them after the portal exploded, Desmond saw Charlie, confronted him and delayed him long enough so that he likely never witnessed the mugging.
Now events are falling into place as Desmond predicts them, except that Charlie doesn’t die. Desmond’s flashes of Charlie’s deaths follow his relived version of the events. But due to some twist of causality in the way that things actually played out (or simply due to karma Charlie earned by preventing the mugging), Charlie doesn’t die.
