I keep meaning to write about our Very Busy Life, but then I just get too busy with said life and too lazy to post and we just keep doing more things and then I get even lazier and then we do more. Bah. We've had three wonderful visits in the past three weeks - from my parents, Rebecca, and Christina - with too many good times to enumerate. Event highlights included a day trip out to Fredericksburg (a cute, goofy, touristy town out in the Hill Country which boasts 10,000 residents and 300 bed-and-breakfasts); going to hear Barack Obama speak; the Texas State Sacred Harp Convention in College Station (home of Texas A&M, Scott's alma mater) which included a night of good old fratboy-style drinking on Saturday night with Scott as our able-bodied tourguide (who better to lead us than the graduate of a university where longstanding tradition mandates that in order to earn your class ring, you first have to drink it out of a pitcher of beer?); the Zilker Park Kite Festival; and more eating out than we've done in the past year. Next weekend I'm heading back east for B's uncle's memorial service, the week after that is SXSW and another houseguest, and two weeks after that I'm heading BACK east for the Reproductive Rights Conference at Hampshire College. I gave my notice at the preschool and will be finishing up there and starting to work full-time at NARAL starting in April, and this summer I'm going to Israel on a free birthright trip where, as best as I understand it, our tourguides will be extolling the virtue of the state of Israel and encouraging me to join the army. Never a dull moment.
If you want to see a few pictures from the end of February, go here.
And, unrelatedly, here's a story that I've been meaning to post for some time because it totally caught my fancy: "Sweet freedom for man found innocent after 30 years: Robert King Wilkerson cooks up a new life as a candy maker" (worth a free registration with the Austin American-Statesman online just to read it... or you can try clicking here if you don't feel like registering). It's the story of a former New Orleans resident who moved to Austin after Katrina. He spent almost 30 years in solitary confinement for a crime was wrongly convicted for. While in prison, he learned to make candy using butter and sugar packets collected at breakfast, and now that he's been freed he continues to make homemade pralines and sell them to earn a living. According to the article, the candy allows him to cover his $350 rent, most months. "Being known as an American political prisoner has its perks. He is feted and toasted by the network of radicals permanently outraged by the Establishment. Here's a picture of him with socialist historian and author Howard Zinn; here's another with U.S. Rep. Maxine Waters of California. 'It's a circle I got introduced to I never thought I would,' he says. 'Not that I wanted to.' In November, heiress and arts patron Ann Getty invited him to her San Francisco mansion. A living political art installation, he arrived each morning at 8:30, made pralines in her restaurant-size kitchen all day and left at 4. At the end of the two weeks, she presented him with a new industrial-size stove. It would take up almost his entire living room/bedroom, though, so it has stayed in California. 'A lot of these white activists don't understand,' Harkness says. 'He lives hand-to-mouth.'" Robert King Wilkerson's candy can be ordered online at www.kingsfreelines.com. I haven't actually ordered any yet, but I'll let you know how it is when I do.
Okay, after that long ramble, I'm off to bed. R & I accidentally-on-purpose napped from 6-8:30 this evening, so we're extremely untired, but work does beckon tomorrow morning, so I'll do my best.