Amy Howard
@justnowahow.bsky.social
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Personal account; the views expressed on this page are my own and do not necessarily reflect the official position of the City Council or the City of Port Townsend.
Personal account; the views expressed on this page are my own and do not necessarily reflect the official position of the City Council or the City of Port Townsend.
It's maybe not the coolest food picture but it's the most fun and a good use of "I saw it on the internet so I tried it myself."
September 13, 2025 at 12:54 AM
It's maybe not the coolest food picture but it's the most fun and a good use of "I saw it on the internet so I tried it myself."
Pupdate: A goof time was had.
Not a typo.
Not a typo.
September 7, 2025 at 2:57 AM
Pupdate: A goof time was had.
Not a typo.
Not a typo.
My friend Jillian Kuhlmann died in July. At her memorial service, both of her sisters made a point to tell me about this poem she wrote earlier this year. For me. About city government. What a thing to write a poem about. What a thing.
Full poem available in alt text.
Full poem available in alt text.
August 30, 2025 at 7:03 AM
My friend Jillian Kuhlmann died in July. At her memorial service, both of her sisters made a point to tell me about this poem she wrote earlier this year. For me. About city government. What a thing to write a poem about. What a thing.
Full poem available in alt text.
Full poem available in alt text.
I'm reminded of this.
August 15, 2025 at 12:51 AM
I'm reminded of this.
May I offer a Wazoo Kazoo?
August 12, 2025 at 8:21 AM
May I offer a Wazoo Kazoo?
Pupdate: Astro loves his rhino robe.
July 21, 2025 at 1:48 AM
Pupdate: Astro loves his rhino robe.
I've been thinking about this phrase, commonly misattributed to Vonnegut but originally said in some version by Teddy Roosevelt, a lot recently.
July 6, 2025 at 9:11 PM
I've been thinking about this phrase, commonly misattributed to Vonnegut but originally said in some version by Teddy Roosevelt, a lot recently.
If you find yourself in upstate New York, you should visit John Brown's homestead outside of Lake Placid. It's a gut punch.
June 26, 2025 at 6:29 PM
If you find yourself in upstate New York, you should visit John Brown's homestead outside of Lake Placid. It's a gut punch.
Just a light topic for the morning session at the Association of Washington Cities annual conference.
June 26, 2025 at 5:54 PM
Just a light topic for the morning session at the Association of Washington Cities annual conference.
I saw a post earlier about lettuce, guacamole, bacon, and tomato sandwiches and had the clever idea to add queso. That's right: I made LGBTQ sandwiches. I'm probably too pleased with myself.
This isn't an advertisement for Schär gluten-free sourdough bread, but it could be.
This isn't an advertisement for Schär gluten-free sourdough bread, but it could be.
June 9, 2025 at 6:21 AM
I saw a post earlier about lettuce, guacamole, bacon, and tomato sandwiches and had the clever idea to add queso. That's right: I made LGBTQ sandwiches. I'm probably too pleased with myself.
This isn't an advertisement for Schär gluten-free sourdough bread, but it could be.
This isn't an advertisement for Schär gluten-free sourdough bread, but it could be.
Pupdate.
When Astro was a tiny puppy, a lady gave him a treat on these stairs. That was over two years ago, and he still insists on climbing the stairs to the Friends Meeting House, in case a Quaker wants to give him a cookie.
When Astro was a tiny puppy, a lady gave him a treat on these stairs. That was over two years ago, and he still insists on climbing the stairs to the Friends Meeting House, in case a Quaker wants to give him a cookie.
June 7, 2025 at 4:12 AM
Pupdate.
When Astro was a tiny puppy, a lady gave him a treat on these stairs. That was over two years ago, and he still insists on climbing the stairs to the Friends Meeting House, in case a Quaker wants to give him a cookie.
When Astro was a tiny puppy, a lady gave him a treat on these stairs. That was over two years ago, and he still insists on climbing the stairs to the Friends Meeting House, in case a Quaker wants to give him a cookie.