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The Chronicles of My Family’s Smartphone-Based Group Text Correspondence is probably not a subject of general interest, and yet i cannot help but occasionally consolidate some of its gems to preserve here for posterity. (Relatedly: I got a FB message out of the blue from the dude I hooked up with in college who introduced me to Livejournal. He was moving house and found letters I’d sent him when he joined the Air Force in indignation over having the World Trade Center thrown at him. [he lived in manhattan. that tells you what year it was.] LETTERS. Paper letters. Still has them. IMs, chats, texts, emails, those are all gone now, but paper letters… Depending on how the future goes, our descendants will either have an incredible richness of material to study our private correspondences, or an astonishing and total dearth.)
Anyway. My older sister, the Lt. Col., ran a 10k race and finished second in her age group; my mother congratulated her for not falling down during the race. She’s very athletic but clumsiness is her nemesis; many a high school cross country meet’s result was ruined by her accidentally falling completely off the path, and our dear sweet mother has never let her forget this. (Probably because it still happens.)
And then the farm sister went out to dinner, bought her daughter a cake pop, and took this astonishingly colorful photograph. Aren’t the colors great?
And in further adventures of what a total goldfish I am in the attention department, I present to you the following conversation I had with the farm sister, in the context of offering her either a plain or decorated butter dish I had going spare:
in my defense it took her like five or six minutes to text back after I wrote “plain old one” and in the interim I had gone on to reading some pretty explicit shit on my phone.
She did, however, find this hilarious.
The Chronicles of My Family’s Smartphone-Based Group Text Correspondence is probably not a subject of general interest, and yet i cannot help but occasionally consolidate some of its gems to preserve here for posterity. (Relatedly: I got a FB message out of the blue from the dude I hooked up with in college who introduced me to Livejournal. He was moving house and found letters I’d sent him when he joined the Air Force in indignation over having the World Trade Center thrown at him. [he lived in manhattan. that tells you what year it was.] LETTERS. Paper letters. Still has them. IMs, chats, texts, emails, those are all gone now, but paper letters… Depending on how the future goes, our descendants will either have an incredible richness of material to study our private correspondences, or an astonishing and total dearth.)
Anyway. My older sister, the Lt. Col., ran a 10k race and finished second in her age group; my mother congratulated her for not falling down during the race. She’s very athletic but clumsiness is her nemesis; many a high school cross country meet’s result was ruined by her accidentally falling completely off the path, and our dear sweet mother has never let her forget this. (Probably because it still happens.)
And then the farm sister went out to dinner, bought her daughter a cake pop, and took this astonishingly colorful photograph. Aren’t the colors great?
And in further adventures of what a total goldfish I am in the attention department, I present to you the following conversation I had with the farm sister, in the context of offering her either a plain or decorated butter dish I had going spare:
in my defense it took her like five or six minutes to text back after I wrote “plain old one” and in the interim I had gone on to reading some pretty explicit shit on my phone.
She did, however, find this hilarious.
