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I checked out a blog I haven’t looked at in a while, and… dooce still has it. Here’s a paragraph from her letter to her daughter on the occasion of her daughter’s 6th birthday:
I remember the last exam I took in the last class I had in college and the feeling afterward being unlike anything I could describe, like I’d just been let out of a prison I had been in since I was five years old. Welcome to that prison. Only it’s worse! You have to take tests and earn good grades! At least in prison you can write on the walls and hit people!
dooce just opened the community section of her website. Looks really cool! Her quote:
WOO-HOO! IT’S LIVE! NOW IT’S TIME TO FALL OVER!
Is exactly what it feels like to get a website (no matter how small) live. Now then, back to studying.
I think Mykala found dooce.com via kottke.org a few years back, and I just realized something about why I like the site so much. You see, dooce (a.k.a. Heather Armstrong) has a hilarious writing style regardless of subject (dog, husband, daughter, et al.), great photography, and a devoted community… but that doesn’t really get at the essence. That essence is: Heather has unbelievably good taste.
Welcome to the best picture ever. “dooce: Not very happy about his recent bath.”
Welcome to Dooce, everything I wish tumbledry to be - Her most recent post:
The only thing missing was a Google map of our house and a red pin sticking straight up out of Jon’s skull to signal HERE, HERE, HERE …