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As for me, I already knew I was a mutt. 76 gas station credit card login My dad was full-fledged Ashkenazi Jew, his parents having emigrated from Minskin Belarus early last century. I don’t know much more than that — he and his immediate family died before I became curious enough to ask — except that it was a fairly straightforward lineage, unlike that of my Celtic husband’s.

I know much, much more about my mom’s side, partly because she’s so open about it, and because it’s seemingly more exotic and complicated, which fascinates me. Her family is Sephardic, descended from Jews who were booted from Spain and Portugal during the Spanish Inquisition. They settled in Turkey and formed deep roots there. In fact, most of my mom’s relatives still live in Turkey. My mother was born in Ankara and raised in Istanbul. As an aside, my husband and I traveled there for two weeks early in our marriage. I took to it so much, it honestly felt like home away from home.

Okay, that makes sense. Chalk it up to war, trade routes, and fuzzy borders. I also concluded (without checking any science to back it up) that my mom had some Ashkenazi DNA in her as well. Because I doubt that my dad was more than 100% Ashkenazi (I’m no math whiz, but I can add that much). Also, Turkish Jews tended to marry other Jews, not native Turks, so I was fairly certain there would be more Iberian DNA than Turkish.

I was partially right. She definitely has a good dose of Ashkenazi that she passed down to me (25%). She also has 34% Italy/Greece (or Spanish??). hp gas online registration Then there’s 36% Middle East/Caucasus…which is more than I expected, considering her Jewish background. Makes me wonder if that’s “cultural osmosis” or if any of my ancestors married or bred with those who were native to the Middle East.

So here’s the story. My daughter is a high school senior and is actively looking at schools. We took a road trip to see if my college was someplace she’d like to apply to. The evening before our official tour and info session, we drove by the campus. I was marveling at both the familiarity of the old and the novelty of the new (mainly dorm buildings). gasco abu dhabi email address Finally, we came upon my old home away from home — the fine arts building.

It’s a good thing the campus was deserted, because I had a total and complete freakout. First, I emitted some kind of high-pitched scream that only dolphins can hear. Then I pulled over, jumped out of the car, and forced my daughter to take a gazillion photos of me in front of the building. She probably thought my body had been abducted by an embarrassing alien. This is the power of nostalgia. You may not know you have it until it’s too late.

I remained (mostly) calm the next day during the actual tour. I only regaled the tour guide with 300 or so anecdotes from the ’90s. When all was said and done, we enjoyed the tour, got the answers we needed, and I happily dragged my kid to a bunch of city bookstores to sign some (shameless plug) INVISIBLE EMMIE books. Oh yeah, I also got even drunker on nostalgia by meeting up with old friends. It was EPIC — a word, btw, you should never utter in front of your teenager.

Since then, my daughter’s toured many more schools. She has yet to sort through her thoughts and narrow down her list, but I must say we had a pleasant bonding experience on that trip. My husband was tasked with the majority of school visits, as he had more vacation days. His experiences were similar: pleasant, informative, and great bonding time.

Memorial Day weekend was pretty exciting this year for many reasons: first (the obvious one), because I was up for an award. Also, because it’s virtually the only time I get to schmooze with so many of my cartooning friends. k electric jobs test Third, because there were some heavy-hitting speakers ( Hello? Matt Groening and Lynda Barry!). And finally, because it was in Portland, OR, the “it” city I’ve always wanted to visit.

See that red tag? I’m officially a National Cartoonists Society board member (VP of BS?). Actually, I’m stoked. They must have taken my type A personality into account. I will definitely do my best to get s**t done. Here’s a nice pic of myself, fellow board member & sister-in-cartooning, Maria Scrivan, and Kevin Segall of Collector’s Shangri-La before the business meeting (click on photos to enlarge):

Thursday night: Wacom headquarters hosted a nice, informal cocktail party for the NCS. There was a fun drink-and-draw of sorts. Many of us participated in games conducted on Wacom’s state-of-the-art drawing tablets. e payment electricity bill maharashtra My theme: “Draw America today, as if it had lost the American Revolution.” After a few drinks and only 5 minutes to draw, this is what I came up with (note how the sketch quickly deteriorated from left to right as I frantically tried to finish in time):

Friday morning: a main highlight of the trip. Many cartoonists were bused to Doernbecher Children’s Hospital to draw for the kids there. Always a rewarding, moving experience. I learned quickly that I enjoy drawing characters from “Moana,” which I was instructed to do by some small patients. Here’s a little montage of pics from that morning. (Top photo from left to right: Jan Eliot, Patrick McDonnell, Tom Stemmle, myself, and Jeff Knurek)