Mrs. Kepple introduced ROY G. BIV to us in first grade, to help us always remember the names of the seven major colors of the rainbow, and ever since I remember being alive and communicative, each of these letters and colors was a part of life as I saw it, easily understood pillars of reality regularly employed to both describe and create.
Every color, that is, except "I". Indigo.
In spite of Mrs. Kepple, if you were to ask me the colors of the rainbow, I would say: red-orange-yellow-green-blue-purple. I don't ever remember requesting an indigo crayon or describing the tint of a delicate blouse as indigo.
My mom used to save all the bread bags for me because I liked to fill them with rocks.
I grew up in a little town in Ohio, so my pickings were not all gravel but mostly gravel. I essentially curated the best of the gravel. You know those super sparkly, dusty white gravel rocks? Loved those.
I got a geode for Christmas once. It was intact, so you got to crack it open yourself to see the crystals inside. I remember my dad and I negotiating about the right way to do it (a hammer? a pick? both?) and I just didn’t want to get it wrong. Over and over I’d decide, “Not just yet.” I think that geode is still intact in my mom’s attic somewhere.
A hundred dollars was a small fortune to me then.
Susan said we could get a group discount, bringing the cost down to what for her and most of the others in the class was an extremely affordable $80-ish each. I hadn’t spent that much on anything other than food and rent since I didn’t know when, and I had been intentional about minimalism for the previous few years, but I wanted beautiful prayer beads. I eventually convinced myself that an object on which to anchor my spiritual practice was an apt and worthwhile purchase to celebrate graduation from yoga school.
I chose the African Jade mala, for strength and good luck.
Lennon wanted to jump out of an airplane for her birthday, so naturally I volunteered to join her. Lennon's German housemate, Alan, generously offered to ride along.
The drive from Lennon and Alan's house in LA to Santa Barbara turned out to be a geek-fest, because Alan turns out to be a genius. Exhibit A: He and his friends invented a music app that he sold to Nokia, which helped put that brand back on the map in some parts of the world.
I had a conversation recently with someone who wanted to build a custom app for their business through which they could sell their (amazing) green supplement. The app would be pretty simple and straightforward from the user’s perspective: choose your product, pay for it with your credit card, get a confirmation email. On the backend it would be more complicated than this, but nothing a million people haven’t done before. This app was doable.
However, apps are expensive to build from the ground-up, no matter what, especially something that would need to process credit cards securely (we can’t use in-app purchasing for physical