Fiat Lux

Sometimes life is a pile of kitties.

Other times, it’s just a pile-on.

I was in Girona. *sigh*

We spent last night down on Stanford campus with some friends, picnicking, enjoying a concert, and finally, a fireworks display. Great weather, good friends, good food, and a good time.

Except at the end. The soundtrack for the fireworks was a standard Boston Pops set of classic American war music. The glorification of war and of American armed might in the music struck me as both ironic and sad, given how badly the war in Iraq is going. Usually, when I see fireworks, I find myself thinking about John Adams and how he though the 4th should be celebrated, and wondering what he would think of the America of today. This year, though, I mostly though about the soldiers over in Iraq, and what they might be thinking of today.

The sooner they all come home, the better.

No, Bear, you can’t have them.

If this keeps up I might need to add a “Beads” category.

Learning something new.

Now that grad school is past and life has settled down into something approximating normal, I’ve been waning to add some new things to the mix. This weekend, it’s a class in making lampwork beads.

I don’t think I’ll kick my career to the curb and become a full-time glassmaker like Sarah did — my beads are seriously ugly — but this definitely is a lot of fun.

It’s been very warm and sunny recently; here Bear and Tommy are catching some afternoon rays.

Two kitties, one knapsack.