another six word memoir

this was in my book (I don't remember the author):

"Affection. Erection.
No Protection.
Injection. Infection."

Work:

my project is sort of public, sort of:
http://searchworks.stanford.edu

We have a usability person and a UI coder; my work is more behind the scenes. I'm still proud of it. Lots to do, still. But it ROCKS compared to the existing catalog here, which doesn't even return relevancy ranked search results. Honest. Facets? Forget about it.

Lunchtime volleyball twice a week is fun. I suck, but am improving. My boss and my department head both play - my boss was one of the founders of this game, which has been going on for 20 years. As Lynn says: "you'd think we'd have gotten a lot better in 20 years ..."

Made some pickles. Made some pesto. (was that my six word memoir?) Farmer's market has pomegranates for sale. Amazing. And the most delicious cantaloupe ever.

Went to Port Townsend for a weekend, visiting women on the Galapagos trip. It was really fun. I forgot that we could simply talk for days and never get bored. I'm going to try to arrange a trip to see the leaves in the northeast in fall 2008. Wanna let me know when "peak" is? These are ocean ladies, so I was thinking of renting a house on Cape Cod for some of the time, too. Wanna come?