parachute, redux

It's been a year! And clearly our legacy lives on.





Congratulations, sake timer. In Stanford magazine recently:





(For the Geisha: kawaii!!)
There is a poem, too, but you'll have to Google for it yourselves.


I went home for the weekend to Texas to celebrate and came back to DC with about 40 pounds of carefully packaged food that my mother had concealed in different parts of my bag. When I unrolled a towel I had packed, three boxes of veggie burgers fell out. (For those interested, nothing arrived packaged in whole wheat bread - bubble wrap was used, however.)