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And here is my postmodern reflexivity picture. 
Today was officially my last day at work. This was my farewell present. Let's see if I can keep these little pansies alive.
These, officially, are measuring spoons, but I find their utility is maximized when they are simply perched atop the stove, lending their cooking advice when requested.
This is St. Ignatius Church at the University of San Francisco, which I can see out the window at work. (I am still at my old job, but I'm starting my new job next week at some point.) I think it's quite majestic, especially nestled among the city buildings of the Inner Richmond. And although I do not subscribe to any religious practice or organization, I have always had a fascination with structures built to God. I think they are beautiful. 
My dad took me out to sushi on his way through town this evening. It was divine!
Kitty prints in the snow. It's like my future cat is walking through my present.
Jon Jon likes to be near us most of the time, but he doesn't like to let on that he's needy. So he often hangs out just outside of the room we are in pretending that he would be there anyway, that it has nothing to do with us. Granted, if we closed the door, then he would meow up a storm to be let in. His coolness only goes so far before all pretenses are dropped and he lets us know how much he really does need to be right there with us.
The "snow" on our balcony today. You know, when it's as cold and gray as it was today, I think that mother nature should have the decency to give us some actual snowflakes for goodness sakes.
A "Moscow Mule, aka Denver Donkey" at the Blake Street Vault, served in a copper mug!
I think my knitting basket is adorable. I love the basket (from my grandma) and the colors of the yarns make me happy when I look at them even though I forget to knit most of the time.
This little guy belonged to one of my old roommates; I have no idea which one. It sat in the back patio, completely dead, for over a year. And then it sprouted to life again, completely without help or water from me. He's my little miracle plant, albeit a desert plant. I think it's hard to kill desert plants, no matter how much I neglect to water them.
My mama's (green house) lettuce.
Happy Barack Obama is our president day!! I watched the inauguration address a the University of Colorado student union with a bunch of other civic minded students. (I let my class go early so they could watch it, too.) Everyone was happy and cheering. After I got home, T and I walked down to the Skylark to join one of the multitude of "neighborhood inagural balls" being hosted around the country. Notice in this picture, from left to right: 1) Obama/Biden poster, 2) neon beer sign back-lighting the flag, 3) an effigy of Bush hanging by his neck. I don't wish Bush that kind of ill, but I am awfully glad he isn't our president any more.
Barack Obama's Inauguration Day! I'm proud to be an American again.
Today I gave blood for the national day of service. It was really busy there, which they were not expecting, especially because it was a holiday. Everyone who was donating was so kind. One woman helped the lady at the "canteen" (where you sit and drink juice and eat donuts after donating) put the water bottle on the cooler because it was too heavy. One woman jumped up to help an old man put on his coat. Another woman helped a blind woman with her bags. It just seemed like everyone was in such a good mood, everyone wanted to help. I feel like the mood of the country has changed. We may be in tough times, but it's never too tough that we can't help out those around us. It was a good day.
This one's for you, S. Here are some brand new reinforcing stars that just popped up on the wall near the laundry room. These are so new they haven't yet been painted like the rest of them.
My live-in personal chef made sweet potato and black bean burritos with queso fresco tonight. Yummy.
These two campaign signs are still very commonly seen in windows all over the Bay Area. It's kind of bitter sweet, because Obama's win was such a soaring victory for us and Proposition 8 was such a tragic one.
These little guys dot the lawns in my apartment complex. I don't know if they are usually out in January, but they stay all through the summer.
I love birds as much as the next guy, sure. But these starlings were making quite the racket today. Upon stepping into my coop, about 20 of them came flying out in a manner that would have scared even Hitchcock himself. Later, running my fingers through my (newly cut!) coiffure, I found bird poo--which induced two rounds of dry heaving.
Two fellow geeks got this for me for Christmas, and I have to say, it's probably one of my favorite gifts. Isn't it amazing??? I had to take a picture of this today in honor of Battlestar Gallactica Season 4.5 premiering tomorrow. Party time.
