Apparat’s new album “LP5” came out last Friday. The second track, “Dawan”, was released a few weeks ago and I’ve been listening to it in eager anticipation of the full album. Apparat’s music, and even more so his collaboration as “Moderat” with the Modeselektor crew, is a regular go-to for me when selecting music to work to. Deep and rhythmic with just the right amount of dancey goodness.
I’ve teased a re-release of my personal site and blog for an embarrassingly long time. Over that period I’ve had probably 10-12 failed attempts which sit half-finished and archived on my laptop. The desire never faded though and in light of other internet friends returning to personal blogs I resolved to stop teasing, allow you and I to reach home plate, and publish an update of my own. 😘
Nostalgia rains heavy on me. I’ve been doing this internet thing for awhile now to where reflecting back on early years of my web career (internet years which are like dog years) feels like another lifetime. I, like many others, found a lot of my online community through blogging. I used Google Reader daily. It was a thrill seeing new RSS links show up. I loved sharing inspiration and thoughts from my perspective. I still do, but along the way I lost my unique and personally crafted vessel. I gave it up for the allure of Twitter and other social networks.
I don’t know much, but…I know I miss 2004 web, personal websites, and curation that has nothing to do with algorithms. And maybe you do, too.
That is exactly what I miss. It’s one of the main reasons why I still visit Daring Fireball and Kottke after so many years. I know going there I will get great curated content with an individual’s perspective. This is what I aim to provide with my site.
There is functionality to add (archiving, tags, RSS feed, etc) and content to create for my Work and About pages, so hang with me while I continue to build this thing out. And please hit me up on Twitter if you see anything out of the ordinary.
In about two weeks I’m heading to Greenville, SC to attend Greenville Grok. I’ve missed out on attending this conference in the past so I’m stoked to finally make one and to spend time with internet friends. If you’re going come find me and say hello.
It’s been 20 months. 20 months of raising her from an infant to almost two years old. 20 months of nurturing, meeting needs, laughing and being silly, holding her when she cries. 20 months of uncertainty as to what her futures hold. If you’ve read my other twoposts about fostering then you know this road has been an incredible journey of new depths of love, joy, questions and sacrificing. We’ve done so gladly.
So it is with great joy that I share we’ve reached the end of this journey. By the end of June, after her second birthday, we will adopt little girl and welcome her into our family permanently!
I struggle to put into words how I feel. Obviously I’m ecstatic! We all are. Our boys say “Sister! You don’t have to leave, you get to stay with us forever!” To know the bond they’ve developed will continue warms my heart beyond measure. To continue to meet her needs is a pleasure. We get to watch her grow up. I look forward to sharing the story of this journey with her, of God’s great love for her, of how precious she is.
This just feels so surreal. I have more work to do to unpack my thoughts and I have more to share regarding fostering. While we will move into an adoptive role as a family, I know we will continue to serve the foster community locally. I look forward to figuring that out.
I’m looking at her watch Daniel Tiger on TV while I type this at the breakfast table. She’s happy. She’s safe. After being born into a world of unknowns she now, finally, has a defined future. I love you baby girl and I always will.
Yesterday’s surgery is over. It all went well and my recovery so far has been fine. The doctor says he is very pleased with the procedure and thinks I’ll heal up well. I struggled with some initial nausea due to the anesthesia but that seems to be behind me now. Pain is manageable. Most annoying part is having to breathe through my mouth.
The whole hospital experience was a bit surreal. I wasn’t necessarily nervous, it was just the newness of everything and the waiting. While I know I was conscious I don’t remember going into the OR because at that point they were already giving me doses of meds to help me relax. Next thing I remember was waking up in the recovery room. I’m happy to not remember anything more than that.
I have a follow-up with the Doctor on Monday which is when I’ll have my splints and bandages removed. I’ll mostly be resting until then and trying not to scare the kids too much.
Thank you for the prayers and kind words. It feels great to be on the other side of this thing now and your support has been fantastic!