
Woof.
espresso art
A friend of mine emailed me a bunch of pictures of cool espresso art. They’re too good to put them all up at once. So … one a day for the next week or so, to savor them.

Pretty pretty! Makes me want to make a cappuccino right now — because I want to try this. Try being the operative word here.
hahaha!
Okay. Let me get this out of the way: What I’m about to say is totally self-serving. I’m kinda hating myself for it. Feel free to hate me, too. Briefly, if at all possible.
The Anchoress linked to the fairy tale horror below and has set up a Post-Traumatic Therapy Fund for Piper and me. Hahahaha. But check out her musings on the writer of the fairy tale; they’re hysterical.
(I left the link out at first. Good job, Trace.)
“blog buddies”
I’m under the weather and I know myself well enough to know that I should never blog when I’m under the weather because everything is feverish and naked and buzzing too close to the surface.
The fact that I know this about myself never seems to stop me, however.
So.
I’ve been thinking about this post for a couple of weeks now and figured I’d plan it out and think it through, but it’s wanting to be written right now, it seems. It’s the thing that keeps buzzing like a fly near the surface of my thoughts, banging around for an exit.
I have questions, I do, about this thing called blogging. A horrible, ugly word, really, but that’s neither here nor there. I have questions about blog relationships, is what it is. I’m realizing I have expectations about blog relationships or “blog buddies.” And by “blog buddies” I mean people who regularly read one’s blog or people who read each other’s blogs or have each other on their blogrolls. I’m venturing into dicey territory here, I know, which is why this post hasn’t been written sooner and likely why I’m writing it now when I’m achy and cloudy and lack all common sense.
There’s a trend on my blog that’s really starting to disturb me and I’m becoming wary and listless about the blog because of it. It’s a trend of “blog buddies” saying something offensive or hurtful in the comments, getting a response from me, and then disappearing forever — I can only assume — in anger. In two recent incidents, the blog buddies, rather than apologizing for their condescending comments, disappeared forever AND immediately deleted me from their blogrolls, a kind of passive-aggression I detest and that I had — coincidentally — talked about in a recent post because the same thing had happened before, oh, about a year ago. In the most recent incident, I actually received emails critical of the offending comment but never heard again from that particular “blog buddy.”
(Allow me to interject here: I am not talking about anyone who is currently reading this blog or this post. I’ve monitored my stats carefully and I just know, okay? If you are wondering if it’s you, IT’S NOT. If these people happen to catch this post — very unlikely — they will know it’s them. Please believe me on this. If you have to wonder if it’s you, please know that IT’S NOT.)
Now I understand — sorta — if the (former) blog buddies didn’t care for the way I responded. Maybe I was too blunt or something. I’m always willing to consider that I could handle these things better. But I don’t understand not saying something. I don’t get that at all. If they were upset at how I said what I said or that I said anything at all, you know, okay. Say so. But say so in the context of addressing the comment that set the ball in motion. Their comment. Basically, they went away and banished me from their blogroll as — what? A punishment for addressing their offensive comment?
Now here’s a thing about me: I HATE unresolved issues. HATE them. I will do whatever I feel is in my power to work things out with someone, to try to come to some closure, clarity, whatever you want to call it. But I honestly don’t know how to deal with people who want to be passive-aggressive like this. I don’t want to run after them and hound them to work it out. Believe it or not, I have limits on how pathetic I’m willing to appear. Nonetheless, I’ve tried to reach out to them by still leaving comments on their blogs, etc., but it boils down to this for me: By doing what they did, it shows me something about them. It shows me they can’t or won’t work things out and I can’t possibly make them. It shows me a kind of black-and-white thinking. A certain rigidity that doesn’t bode well for reconciliation.
And I take things like this too much to heart. I’m probably too sensitive. That’s good sometimes and bad most of the time. I know that about myself. But this last incident has hit me hard, I suppose, because of how I initially perceived this person. It’s easy, isn’t it, to assume whatever we want to assume about the faceless people here in cyberspace? Assume goodness. Assume maturity. Assume compassion. Assume — haha — that they are the same as you, would do the same as you.
And it’s also easy, if we read a blog and like what we read, to assume that’s the totality of the person being revealed to us — even though intellectually, on some level, we know that can’t be true. We can’t possibly be seeing the entire person. But maybe we so want to connect that we make people over in our own image. They’re not in front of us in the nitty-gritty of face-to-face interaction, so perhaps we unconsciously sand off the rough spots until the person is polished and smooth and just the way we want them: basically one-dimensional. It’s weird, isn’t it, because it’s almost a kind of well-meaning thievery. In nicely smoothing out the edges, we rob a person’s humanity. And if we’ve imputed only the best of qualities to our blog buddies and politely pilfered their humanity, when an unpleasant moment arises, an offense occurs, it’s a lot easier to walk away. We’re suddenly shocked to discover a crack in the surface we created, so we verbally blast them or leave or both. “Hmph. That person isn’t who I thought. I’m outta here. Hmph.” There are real people on the other side of these screens, but are we only happy to connect with the real people on the other side of these screens until they stop being nice and manageable and exactly how we imagine them to be? Is it just boo-bye, then, I guess? Suddenly simple to write off a bunch of words on a screen when you’ve been friendly with the person behind those words for a couple of years?
I think what I’m wondering here is this: How do we navigate through these cyber relationships? How do we remember — and treat — each person as if we’re always mindful of their humanity? That they have strengths and weaknesses at the same time? How do we handle conflict with blog buddies? What do we expect of them? What do they expect of us? What do you expect of me?
I want to say this to all of you: If ever I offend or hurt or anger you, I really would like to be told — as nicely as you possibly can. Because if we were friends in a face-to-face way, I’d want that. The health of the relationship would demand it, I think. I’m asking you here and now to please say something. I’d rather my blog buddies never stomp off this blog, but, again, I can’t necessarily stop that. As recent history has proven. Maybe I need to change the way I handle these incidents. Actually, I’m sure that’s true. I’m sure I need to think about that more.
Conflicts arise; we’re only human. So how do we allow each other to be human, embrace the humanity that really does exist in this cyber world, when it’s just so much easier to make it all disappear with the click of a mouse?
hero
This sailor will be awarded the Medal of Honor posthumously in a ceremony on April 8. He’s buried at Fort Rosecrans here in San Diego across the bay from SEAL headquarters on Coronado Island.
I think I want to go visit him and pay my respects.
Amazing story of a true hero.

Thank you for your service and your sacrifice, Michael Monsoor.
the banshee and banshee baby

Here they are ….. well, were, about 6 weeks ago, I think. BB is 4 months old this week. B is four. We visited yesterday afternoon, and I have to say, that BB is completely crushing on Uncle Beloved which is so nice to see. My sister’s kids — who all adore their uncle now — screamed bloody murder whenever he came near them for about the first year of their lives. So I held BB for a bit first and she was kinda squirmy, fussy, etc. Then I asked MB if he wanted to hold her and he hesitated a bit, saying, “Well, I don’t want her to start screaming.” (He is clearly a haunted soul, poor man.) But I handed her over and — KABAM! — I’m telling you, that kid was instantly in love with him. Snuggled right up to him and couldn’t stop staring at him. I know the feeling. It’s a bit poignant for us, because with her coloring — dark hair, blue eyes, pale skin, very red cheeks — she could be MB’s kid. She looks so much like baby photos of him. Even her parents were commenting on that. MB said, “Maybe we have a connection because we have the same birthday.” Must be. There was definitely some kind of magic between those two. My heart was bursting from the bittersweetness of it all.
After we were done ogling and clucking over the baby, The Banshee needed to show us how well she reads and writes. Yes, she reads and writes. She’s four. Whatevs. Then it was time in her play kitchen where she made coffee “just for you, Tee Tee” and cooked whole eggs and banana peels in her oven at 475 degrees. Yummy. Then it was time for chasin’ and ticklin’. As I came after her, she ran away screaming and jumping and tried to save herself with “But you’re a wizard, Tee Tee!”
“Good! I’m a tickle wizard! How did you know?”
“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!”
She sprinted for the safety of the sofa. But …. it was too late. I was closing in on her. She squirmed and squealed, “But, Tee Tee, you can’t be that! Wizards turn things into other things with magic!”
(See how she likes to argue her case? Be contrarian at all times? She is The Banshee, Attorney-at Law. The Banshee, Esq.)
“Oh, really?”
“Yeah!”
“Well, then ….. watch closely.”
I was inches from her face now and began to blow very gently on her face.
“Feel that?”
“Uh-huhhh.”
Somehow my blowing froze her in place. (I AM a wizard.) I continued to talk softly, blowing in between words.
“Now watch …… as my breath turns into ……”
I kissed her on the cheek.
“…. a kiss. See? Magic.”
She stared at me, silent and big-eyed and smiling a slow, skeptical smile, wondering if it could actually be true: Did Tee Tee the Tickle Wizard truly vanquish The Banshee with one little kiss?
Bah. Impossible.
in the pink
Here’s an interesting tidbit I discovered that I feel I must share:
You know how everyone always gives newborn boys things that are blue and newborn girls things that are pink? Well, turns out that up until about 1936, pink was the color for boys and blue was the color for girls. It seems so backwards to us now, I suppose, but the rationale behind that was that blue was considered the more delicate color and pink was considered the more robust color, coming as it did from red. See how that works, fellas?
Then, in 1936, Italian fashion designer Elsa Schiaparelli created a perfume called “Shocking,” which caused quite a stir not so much for the fragrance as for the way it was packaged: a box of shocking pink — a color invented by Schiaparelli — containing a curvy glass torso bottle, modeled after one of Schiaparelli’s clients, Mae West.

Luscious, no?
So, you see, after such blatant hubba-bubba-ness, the color pink became associated with women and men everywhere cried copious, robust tears.
But here, fellas …. feel better … I’ve fixed up a room for you …. have a seat …. a manly muscular pink seat …..

right brain vs. left brain creativity test
UPDATE: PROVING I AM NOT A LEFT-BRAINED PERSON, I PUT IN A BUM LINK TO THE TEST HERE, BUT, AFTER SEVERAL MOMENTS’ SWEATING AND CURSING AND BEING FORCED TO USE MY LAZY LEFT BRAIN …. I FIXED IT!! SEE, NIGHTFLY??
Also …. was anyone else weirded out by the very first question? Was it just me??
Okay. Pro-ceed.
Cool test which measures, not your intelligence, but which hemisphere of your brain is dominant. Now most of us know our dominant side — I wasn’t surprised by that part of my results — but I liked the way the test broke down the results into various categories and percentages: verbal processing, intuitive processing, random processing, etc. It shows you where you’re strong and where you’re weak, explains the different ways your brain works, even gives some tips on how to strengthen your weak areas.
So my brain hemisphere dominance breaks down this way:
Left Brain
42%
Right Brain
58%
No surprise there to me, really. In my left brain analysis, the most dominant characteristic is verbal. My least dominant left brain characteristic is linear processing. Me verbal. Me intuitive. Me no think linearly.
So here’s what they say about my left brain problems:
Linear ProcessingLinear processing is a method by the left hemisphere to process information. In this process, the left brain takes pieces of information, lines them up, and proceeds to arrange them into an order from which it may draw a conclusion. The information is processed from parts to a whole in a straight, forward, and logical progression.
Your Linear AnalysisYou tend to have difficulty in processing data in a linear manner. When processing information you tend see the whole picture first and work your way backwards, filling in the pieces as you go. The information you process is not done in a straight, progressive manner, but may take different paths as you start with an assumption and take different paths to discover the threads that lead you to that assumption. Seeing the big picture at the beginning of the process is a necessity for you if you are to understand additional information. When given a task, instead of naturally following directions in a linear fashion, you tend to feel the need to know “why” you are doing something or else you may have difficulty with it.
True dat. Bummer.
In my right brain analysis, intuitive processing and fantasy-oriented processing scored tied at the top. I was somewhat disturbed to see such a high score in fantasy-oriented processing because, well, I tend to think I spend too much mental energy being, ah, elsewhere than in reality, but then they made it sound all nice and purty-like:
Fantasy-oriented Processing
Fantasy-oriented processing is used by the right hemisphere as a method for processing information with creativity. It focuses much less on rules and regulations than the processing method of a left-brained person. Due to the fantasy-oriented processing mechanism of a right-brained person, they do not adjust well to change. Instead of adapting to the change in the environment, a right-brained person attempts to change it back to the way they liked it. But fantasy-oriented processing also provides the advantage of creativity to right-brained individuals, and since emotion is integral of the right side of the brain, anything a fantasy-oriented person becomes involved in emotionally will aid their ability to learn.
Your Fantasy-oriented AnalysisYou have the ability to use both creativity and reality to process the information you receive. This is a unique gift that allows you to both focus on rules and regulations but to also act with creativity. You are able to adjust to change, even though you might not like it, and you can become emotionally involved in your work if it interests you.
Oh, phew. So they say I use creativity AND reality. Wouldn’t have guessed that.
What a pleasant surprise.
Go take the test and find out what’s right/what’s wrong with your brain!
Woo-hoo!
congratulations to wordgirl and tef
Update: Tef has a picture up. Cutie PIE.
happy easter

The Resurrection, Rembrandt van Rijn
He is risen.
He is risen indeed.
