A little taste treat I'm trying for a google ad. No idea how this is going to work, but google says everything "integrates."

Okay, maybe I am a Luddite *s

Lyssie says the fact that I can code an entire website on a napkin does not save me from being a Luddite. So . . .

For those of you who have been laughing at my recent . . . erm . . . forays . . . into facebook . . . yeah . . . I'm a little slow with gadgets . . . mm hmm . . . and? *s

The fact of the matter is: I find most things unnecessary, therefore uninteresting. If it doesn't capture my attention immediately, I can fairly well determine I'm fine living without it forever. Ask my grown children, who never could convince Mamí of the "need" for a microwave (or get her to read the labels on microwave popcorn, when we stayed in hotels . . .). We have a popcorn maker. Por díos.

Yes, I'm laughing . . . *s

M'kay, so . . . I'm dividing my time between polishing View Shock, my new site; adding fairly regular photos to my Flickr gallery (most of which you can't see, if you're not a member of the site, due to flickr monitoring standards, which cause me to put the majority of my works on either "moderate" or "restricted" status, and those aren't available to the general public, sorry); trying to redesign and add content to the new issue of Standards, the journal for which I'm Arts Editor; spending time with my crazed and beautiful 5-year-old (the smartest person in the forest *s); running around to physicians here and in Baltimore; preparing for my teen, Elle, and my ex/comadre La Lenni to turn up, next week; doing the business end of View Shock; trying to catch up with a few of you, for shoots; and deciding when to move to join Altaira down on the beach in North Carolina.

In short: I'm mad busy.

It's 5 something to the a.m., gente, and I'm typing with eyes at half-mast. Is that a mixed metaphor? *s

Wish me luck.

Emmanuela