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familia

A collection of 133 issues

1934.

originally uploaded by Neylano. Hi, Pat. I just got off the phone with Will and he told me how much you like reading my blog. So, this photo is posted just for you. Your son, my love, fixing his gaze on the majestic Olympics. It’s cropped a little to

May the force be with you.

originally uploaded by Neylano. On a package from Will. This is sooooooo my husband! p.s. I was offered a lecture position at the UW this fall. I’ll be teaching a graduate-level course on the theory and history of interaction design. I can’t wait! My official step into

I love my dogs.

originally uploaded by Neylano. Mies and I went camping at a horse show on Whidbey Island this weekend. Hard. Whooosh. Grass. Horses banging. He ate horse poop. I had a hard night’s sleep. Oslo was in a dog show in Sequim. He lost. Disappointment. Sigh. Pleasing. Dogs prancing. I

Deux metros.

originally uploaded by Neylano. One thing I’m really looking forward to about moving to DC (besides a change from 200+ cloudy days per year) is its proximity to New York. I’m going to make a point to go up there at least once a month. Maybe even more

I love you Seattle, but....

I may end up not missing you very much for this reason alone (DC’s sun-soaked weather forecast on the left, Seattle’s depressing outlook – for the next 9-10 months, mind you !! – on the right). Even though I’m only here for a few more months, I don’t think

Mountains to cathedrals.

I love this passage about Seattle, written by Christopher Solomon of the New York Times. This is so how we live here! Snuggled with our tea or espresso and copius amounts of reading material; I don’t think I’ve ever read a more descriptive paragraph: When summer comes to

Things I will miss....

originally uploaded by Neylano. 01. My friends. 02. The downtown YMCA. 03. The coffee culture. 04. The mountains. 05. The sparkling blue water, par tout. 06. Running the dogs on the UW campus. 07. The Pink Door. 08. Marymoor. 09. My ‘hood, even though it is a bit too yuppy

The eldest.

My sister Megan, 1970-something. Purgatory ski resort, just north of Durango, CO. This morning, when I liberally applied my new Lush conditioner, the smell reminded me of my sister, Megan. I don’t know what it was. Maybe the chalky orangeness of it. Maybe the woodsy sweetness in it. Whatever

On the power of hair and semiotics.

Me at about 3 yrs old. Photo by my mom or one of my siblings, 1970-ish. Durango, Colorado. Redheads are genetic outliers, with only 1-2% of the world’s population naturally red-haired. In The Roots of Desire: The Myth, Meaning and Sexual Power of Red Hair, Marion Roach talks about

On horses, mental models, and 100-year old metaphors.

Michaela with my friend Katie’s horse, Brazil, at a dressage show on Whidbey Island, WA. Photo by Callie Neylan, 2006. I don’t know if I ever told you this, but I love horses. Growing up in Colorado, you’d think I was around them a lot. Well, I