Somewhere between here and Atlanta, there’s a skinny blonde woman driving too fast in heels that would make my spine crumple in protest after about three and a half minutes. Said skinny blonde was my roommate for a year out in Dublin, California. In the 90s. I still can’t say that without laughing a little. [...]
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Last night, I abruptly ended a phone call with G at about 9:30 because I heard a woman screaming in the parking lot. A woman. Screaming. 9:30. PM. I went out on the balcony, hoping it was just kids playing around, but it wasn’t. It was a young woman — younger than me, certainly, but old enough [...]
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I saw Milk this weekend. I don’t know why I waited. I remember thinking it was one of those movies that didn’t really require the Big Screen to have an impact on me. (Unlike Harry Potter and the Star Wars prequels. Those needed the biggest screen possible. Quidditch and lightsabres!) It does deserve a Big [...]
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According to the thermostat in my bedroom, the temperature is 80 degrees. My living room is also warmer than I would like, although the temp falls somewhere between 70 and 80 degrees. (I’m most comfortable between 65 and 70.) I have had the heat switched off, on the thermostats and on the individual room units, [...]
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The anniversary of Mom’s death is approaching, and I find myself in a very contemplative and emotional place most of the time. As the duties of managing the estate wind down, I find that “moving forward” isn’t quite what I thought it would be. It’s better, mostly. Instead of growing pains, it feels more like self-inflicted turbulence [...]
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There’s a comment on dooce.com referencing Dr. Horrible’s Sing-along Blog. In case I was previously unconvinced…this settles it: I have found my [online] people. I also consider this convincing evidence that G and I can coexist peaceably.
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Well. It’s not really my love story to tell. For that, I refer you to The Story. (Just so you know, Amy did perfect those cupcakes. I tested a number of them, just to be sure.) This weekend, despite US Airways’s best efforts and with a little luck on the Bourne Bridge, I got to [...]
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There’s a fantastic discussion – at least up through the October 8 comments – happening over at Kate Harding’s Shapely Prose right now about why women are under no obligation to give men the benefit of the doubt. (You should go read what she says. It’s much more concise and generalizable than what I’m about to say.) I don’t want to [...]
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Zakhar Sasim, the artist who painted the small piece in my living room had a booth at Art on the Avenue last week. I was in there looking at some of his smaller prints, and a woman asked him for the price of one of his large originals, which is about twice the size of [...]
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It seems we all are these days, to different degrees. Everyone’s got their troubles. I’ve been a bit out of it lately and disinclined to write (which is usually a bad sign — three posts have died that this one might live). There isn’t a whole lot that changes from one day to the next. [...]
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