06.12.14

663399

Posted in Camino, Links at 11:00 pm by

Some years ago now, long after nearly all web standards people had adopted Firefox or Safari, the great CSS guru Eric Meyer was (still) a Camino user. In that capacity, I interacted with him a few times in my role as a member of the Camino team.

Today I join with the global community of those who knew or were influenced by the Meyers in presenting a #663399Becca border on افكار و احلام (and background on the main ardisson.org landing page) as a mark of remembrance for their young daughter who tragically passed away last Saturday.

I have no more words.

(Via Jon Hicks)

06.06.14

June 6, 1944

Posted in History, Life at 6:00 am by

“Into the Jaws of Death”
“Into the Jaws of Death”
(courtesy Wikipedia/National Archives and Records Administration)

Atlantic Pavilion, National World War II Memorial
Atlantic Pavilion, National World War II Memorial, August 2013

Washington Monument from the Pacific Pavilion
Washington Monument from the Pacific Pavilion, National World War II Memorial, August 2013

03.12.13

PITA, October 2002-March 2013

Posted in Life at 6:05 pm by

Requiēscat in pāce
Requiēscat in pāce

To say that dogs and I have had a troubled relationship would be to put things mildly. Whether it was extremely early childhood trauma from Tribbie eating my Bristle Blocks (and whatever else of mine he could get his teeth on while we lived with the Hoods) or something else I can no longer remember, dogs and I have had an adversarial relationship nearly my entire life. There have been, to date, but two exceptions: the late Sam Beauregard the basset hound, faithful companion of the Danes, and my brother’s first dog, PITA.

My brother rescued PITA from rising water in the cave where he was born (beginning PITA’s life-long aversion to bodies of water, no matter how small or shallow) and brought the new puppy home, where he grew up to be a friendly, loyal, kind, and fiercely protective dog. He loved to sit and watch the birds eat and to howl with the fire, police, and ambulance sirens (there is a fire station only a few blocks away, as the crow flies, and it is rumored that his father was part Dalmatian), but he also would never fail to defend the women of the family from any perceived threat (most often other dogs encountered on walks). But PITA is also the animal who knew, each time, that one of my grandparents had died, and did his best to comfort me. What more could one ask for in a dog?

Good-bye, my friend; I’ll miss you.

PITA, Fall 2002
PITA, Fall 2002

PITA, June 2003
PITA, June 2003

PITA minds the store, August 2003
PITA minds the store, August 2003

PITA's first birthday, October 13, 2003
PITA’s first birthday, October 13, 2003

PITA with his daddy at his first birthday, October 13, 2003
PITA with his daddy at his first birthday, October 13, 2003

PITA waits for a treat, September 19, 2005
PITA waits for a treat, September 19, 2005

PITA watches his brothers, October 23, 2010
PITA watches his brothers, October 23, 2010

PITA with his blanket, February 2013
PITA with his blanket, February 2013

PITA in the sun, February 2013
PITA in the sun, February 2013

01.16.13

جامية حلب

Posted in Life, السياسة at 5:16 pm by

If you look at my undergraduate transcript, you will see from the summer of 1997 two course credits from the University of Aleppo. While in Aleppo (as part of the since-discontinued “Summer in Syria” program of the National Council on US-Arab Relations), we resided on campus and lived in the university dorms.

My anger is seething at those responsible for the cowardly act of targeting a university, and, worse, doing so during final exams yesterday.

My heart is weeping for the students and people of Aleppo and their families.

12.25.12

Pizzelles and Other Things

Posted in Life at 11:27 pm by

I haven’t written very much for a while. At least recently, in part it’s been a readjustment, in part the need to attend to so many things that had been delayed since the beginning of 2011, and, certainly, partly sadness.

I made pizzelles yesterday for the first time in more than half a dozen years. It’s also the first time I’ve made pizzelles without the able assistance of Grandpa Porczak, who for many years served as my timekeeper and as an extra set of hands when arranging and stacking the cooling cookies. Things definitely go better with a two-man team, so it’s unfortunate for me that he no longer travels south for Christmas. It was a bit of an adventure, with a rougher start than normal (I don’t think the rainy weather helped, either), but in the end, we once again have several years’ worth of pizzelles.

Pizzelles are Italian wedding cookies, though in our family they most often appear around Christmas (like most of our ethnic cookies).1 But they have also made appearances at family reunions in the summer, as well as whenever my grandmother felt like sending me a care package. So I have many happy memories associated with pizzelles, both baking and eating.2 It’s somehow comforting to press my parents’ forty-plus-year-old pizzelle iron into service and continue baking the same cookies as my Ardissone ancestors.

Maybe next year I’ll tackle potica.

        

1 I suppose that as our immigrant ancestors recede by more generations into the past, those pieces of that heritage we retain tend to focus on special occasions, and any stray elements shift to coincide with those occasions/holidays.
2 In addition, one of my favorite memories from Washington was after we’d returned from our first Christmas holiday; Meredith came back with her krumkake (a similarly-baked Norwegian cookie) and regaled me with tales of Norwegian treats from the holiday.

11.13.12

October 20, 2012

Posted in Life at 1:45 pm by

Dolores R Ardisson
February 4, 1920-October 13, 2012
Twin Valley Memorial Park, Delmont, PA, October 20, 2012
Twin Valley Memorial Park, Delmont, PA, October 20, 2012

09.06.12

Syd, 2001-2012

Posted in Life at 11:56 pm by

Syd, May 2012

Requiēscat in pāce, little buddy.

07.23.12

Reasonable People

Posted in Life, السياسة at 1:45 am by

But this is not the time for reasonable people, on both sides of this issue, to be silent.
          —Jason Alexander

(via John Gruber)

07.17.12

Ubiquitous

Posted in Life at 2:08 am by

Word of the Day: Ubiquitous
Magister Coleman would be proud.

07.03.12

Notfrost

Posted in Life at 3:33 am by

Sometimes once we begin walking down a path, it is irrevocable.