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Mouse Tales: 12/04/06
Among Whytraven's books was an Arnold Lobel book I haven't read before: Mouse Tales. There are seven short tales, all involving mice, and bookended by a father mouse who is telling these stories to his children at bed time, one per child. The seven stories included are: The Wishing Well, Clouds, Very Tall Mouse and Very Short Mouse, The Mouse and the Winds, The Journey, The Old Mouse, and The Bath. Of the seven, my favorite is The Wishing Well as it takes an unusual and humorous approach to the usual wishing well story. The most disturbing of the stories is The Journey because it involves replacement feet. Knowing Sean, I think his favorite will be The Bath because of the absurd bath/flood the little mouse creates just to get clean.
I am grateful for a series of events that lead to my learning web design. It started with the Northridge earthquake and the destruction of computer equipment at UCLA. High tech companies in the Silicon Valley (I don't know which ones), offered to replace the equipment with one caveat: students who used the equipment would also have to learn multimedia design. It was in one of these classes I learned how to do web design, 3d graphics and graphic design with Photoshop.
The last piece in this puzzle was a recruiter for a temp agency. I had lost my first job since graduating from UCLA after eight hellish months working as an administrative assistant. Although I had the skills to do web design and had done it freelance through this site for a year, I didn't think I could get a job where someone would pay me a salary to do it. (The dot-com bubble hadn't expanded down to Los Angeles). Thankfully the recruiter saw my HTML skills on my resume and rather than putting me in another administrative assistant job, she put me on a contract working for Cars.com. I thought I had died and gone to heaven. I can still remember thinking: People will pay me to do this?