The English Girl

blogognese:

This one is solely for @LondonGirlInLA, well and maybe for me as well…

I just saw this and I do appreciate it

Please read my blog ;)

In the desert

I’m glad that when #SteveJobs retired he heard his tributes then. It’s rare that people hear those things. We tend to give tribute when it’s all too late.

ericbackous:

To the Class of ‘99 

Twelve years after high school, I’ve come to realize that I’m still feeling a little bit “lost”.  For the record I love where I am in life.  At the wise age of 30, I’m happily married, have a great job with a future, and living footsteps from the beach in sunny Southern California.  We’ll probably never own a place in Encinitas but, who cares, we’re happy. A long time ago I decided that, rather than pursuing my artistic dreams, I would get a business degree.  That way I could earn a living to support my “hobbies”.  Being a starving artist, while noble, was never a goal for me.  Besides, if I understood business and how to represent myself, I could achieve greatness.  Or, so I thought.  As college graduation approached in May of 2007, it became apparent that there was no fast-track in life.

Class of 1999, this is for you.  I was not valedictorian, nor did I earn a respectable GPA but I feel like we have a lot in common.  We were promised the world only to find that it was an ever-changing landscape that demanded more than we were prepared for.  School didn’t really prepare us for “this”.

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Allergies, mosquito bites, food reactions and giant wasp stings.

Texas sometimes feels like it’s going through the modern day Plagues of Egypt. Or maybe its just that I am.

Next up: locusts and floods.

My love

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