Er, didn't you grow up in Alaska and then spend several years living in Minnesota?
1) Yup! But! I don't live in either of those places now, and I avoided moving anywhere that has an appreciably cold winter. (Which is not to say I won't again *koffTorontokoff*, but the break has been nice.)
2) It's not the weather so much, it's the lack of sun. I'll take a week of 40 below and sunny vs. 40 above and gloomy. (I'd prefer a week of 70 above and sunny, but then it wouldn't be winter, would it?)
Summer here is often quite brutal with high temperatures and ridiculous amounts of humidity.
remembers MN summers, shudders
I like spending time in the wild, and it replenishes my soul when I am there, but I need to live in a city.
Me, too. (Which is another reason I like SF - wilderness is right over the bridge!)
The cameraman had no clue the shepherd was there--he was just getting the shot of the cross and sun. It wasn't noticed until they were viewing the dailies and saw the man and sheep walking through the shot. The second AD apologized for not seeing him, but Jewison said it was perfect.
A happy accident of art! I love that stuff.
Okay, I'm totally skipping 800+ posts to avail myself of the legal librarian hivemind. I'm trying to find the place in the law/regulations/whatever (Federal Register, perhaps?) that states the process/procedures for providing notice of changes to the CFR. Google and other legal sources are failing me but I know it's there.
I think Sparky is right, Stephanie, unless you mean the place the changes are actually listed, which is the List of Sections Affected.
OMG, ded from cute: [link]
Stephanie, here's a link to a searchable CFR. Title 1, maybe?
I think Sparky is right, Stephanie
I think what I was looking for was Title 5, U.S.C. Section 553, which covers rule making. I'm arguing that the agency effectively made a major change without notice or publishing in the FR and they are, I assume, going to argue that the change was minor. But what I needed was the part of the law that lays out how to make those changes. Once I added APA to my search, I found the answer pretty quickly. See, hivemind works again!
juliana! Matilda was obsessed with you this morning. We spent the entire coffee-and-bottle-of-milk early AM cuddle period in front of the computer as she scrutinized one picture after another of you with your motorcycle; each time we got to the end of the gallery, she'd look indignant and say, "More Du-jiana!"
Of course, the next time you see her she'll probably still be quiet and standoffish and stare at you like you must be insane if you ask her to say your name, but she's totally saying it as long as you yourself are safely out of sight.
Yesterday's ice cream eating whitefont was the most happy-making whitefont I've seen in ages, possibly ever.
Sean, I also think the poll is meaningless, and San Francisco is much closer than New York. (Not that I want you to kick my ass, but I totally want you to come up here and
threaten
to kick it, so I can roll my eyes at you and take you out for coffee.)
(Or, you know, you could just come up here for no reason at all, meaningless polls and ass-kickings be damned.)
and San Francisco is much closer than New York. (Not that I want you to kick my ass, but I totally want you to come up here and threaten to kick it, so I can roll my eyes at you and take you out for coffee.)
HA!
I definitely feel like I need a little SF time soon. I'm quite busy over the next couple of months, but it means I'll be making some very good money. Which in turn means I'll be able to make a nice SF trip soon. Probably around the holidays.
I'm also hoping it will mean that I'll be able to make a PNW trip eventually, and maybe even a NYC trip some time next year, but I don't want to make any promises....
the next time you see her she'll probably still be quiet and standoffish and stare at you like you must be insane if you ask her to say your name, but she's totally saying it as long as you yourself are safely out of sight.
Eeeeee! My charm clearly only works from a distance. I promise, as soon as I get the bike out of registration hell, I'll come over and visit and Matilda can pat the actual bike.
(Your story of her looking at my work and saying, "Lady? Lady? Oh. No lady." killed me.)
