Lisa Bronwyn

The title of this post is a merging of the topics on my mind right now.

I just remembered that I have a Vine account. Seven seconds is nothing, yet can be an eternity.

Also, Coco IS TWO YEARS OLD TODAY! As in right now. This instant. It’s amazing how much she’s been talking over the last couple of weeks. She tells me little stories and we laugh at a lot. She’s my light and I love seeing her blossom!

I’ve been feeling tired nearly all of the time, due to my schedule. I might be able to cut back on some stuff soon, but I need to make it for about another six months. Wish me luck.

I don’t think that I’ve ever owned a car that has such low miles. You either pay as you go or pay when something catastrophic happens. I’m thankful that I haven’t been on the side of the road anywhere for a long time. (My 1983 first Jetta, nicknamed Satan, I’m talking to YOU!)

Low mileage

One of my superpowers does NOT include having the patience to put together IKEA furniture, but this face was entirely worth it.

Coco and her new table

People I know have been moving, and have been choosing to move to New Orleans more often than not. I almost did the same thing once upon a time, pre-Katrina. It’s a bittersweet place for me and by that I mean that it reminds me of an alternate existence that I could have had, had I taken a leap of faith.

I had some beautiful yet sinister experiences while I was there.

Now that I found out through the grapevine that another friend is moving there, I think that would be a great impetus to give it another chance. For a visit or little vacation, for sure.

People like to complain about #hashtags that are used on the net, but you know what? You can find a lot of interesting stuff based on what people tag and can make new virtual friends in the process. Specifically I’m talking about Instagram and the #vintagemotorcycle hashtag as well as randomness on Twitter.

I’ve found some great accounts on Instagram that have nice pics of old bikes and amazing custom work. I recently revisited all of the bike pics that I’ve taken throughout the years and added the appropriate hashtags. #donthate

I’m running out of classes to take and don’t have a viable plan to tackle my Bachelor’s Degree situation.

My own birthday is coming up and I’m going through a little hair identity crisis. It’s taken so long to get it to look “normal” (whatever that is) but I don’t feel respectable nor interesting with this hair at the moment. SO. TEMPTED. TO. THROW. LEFTOVERS in it. I’ve still got some blue spectrum randomness in my stash drawers and it doesn’t help that Coco likes to look at them and say, “hair, hair” over and over. Although her version of saying hair kind of sounds like ear.

Edited to add: my friend and former co-worker Jody said the following on Facebook: “teal, where did the L go?”

Hair identity crisis

That pretty much sums it up but I worry about my “hire-ability in the Silicon Valley” if I look “alternative” in any way. What do us creatives do?

Here’s a very good video that I had to watch for school and it’s James Bach. Besides being one of the world’s foremost experts on Software Quality Assurance and Testing, he happens to be the son of Richard Bach, who wrote Jonathan Livingston Seagull” title=”Jonathan Livingston Seagull” target=”_blank”>Jonathan Livingston Seagull and other neat books.

When I had mentioned in my last post that I don’t think that software testing is brain surgery, I didn’t mean to offend anyone. It’s a field that can be very challenging but it can be tackled by people like me, and that’s what I meant the first time around.

I think of people that I used to know when I lived in Seattle and how self-important they would act about their job, as if it was some kind of sacred mystery. I am reminded of something that I heard in my meditation class. Elitist first world problems, as in “you wouldn’t understand my suffering.” Explains some people to a T.

This was posted elsewhere by my stylist, Nicole, and it’s about moving to San Francisco. I laughed.

Don’t miss this Smiths tribute!!

Have a nice everything,
Lisa