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Wednesday, January 11, 2012

Explosive personality

In the month of December I go through an internal inventory of sorts, determining where I am, what I’m doing, how it’s going and whatnot. It is a very informal process and is entirely too connected to the holidays. I usually find that I’m still too riddled with bad habits to consider the previous year a success, but I’ve also gotten to the point where I know better than to make resolutions I’ll just break within a week of the New Year. So, there’s that saying about having 6 of one and half-a-dozen of the other, but I’m no good with math.*

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My younger daughter’s hair is amazing. Thick and long and the color of sun-bleached wheat right before the harvest. I love braiding it. Combing it. And she is still of the age where that isn’t uncool, to have your mom play with your hair. My elder daughter’s hair is a wild mob of red ringlets that falls to her waist. Heavy and soft at the same time. If I so much as reach for her hair, she flinches, like I’m coming at her with a branding iron. The randomness of genetics is fascinating.

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The picture is from my window, yesterday morning. I took it with my new phone, which is really a stupidly expensive, yet tiny little super computer I manage to lose several times a day in my purse.

Morning January 10, 2012


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In a moment of weakness, I signed up for CodeAcademy’s little program called CodeYear…where you give them your email address and each week they email you a link to a lesson in writing code. Like, computer programming code. In Java. Which is supposed to be super-easy and my 12-year-old kid could probably figure it out in about 5 minutes, but Holy Mother of Confusion Batman, that first lesson taking me out behind the woodshed for a beating like none-other.

What little I know of code is HTML code and I cheated heartily when learning even that little bit by just modifying what was already there. Swapping colors. Changing sizes of things. Stuff like that. In CodeYear, I actually have to THINK like a computer, which is nine kinds of silly because OF THE MATH!*

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*I have decided that 2012 is going to be The Year. This Year is My Year. If my math is correct, 2012 is the Year of the Dragon and it is about damn time.

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