I caught of glimpse of myself — el nudo — in a full length mirror the other day and stopped. “Hmmm, not bad.” Not as bad as I thought, anyway. I hardly ever see myself full length, especially without clothes, and I bet most women don’t. The mirrors where we get intimate are the ones…
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Danny Wallace’s Cup of Tea
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Dear Danny, I just wanted to send you a note to tell you that I was thinking about you. I’ve got the kettle on and it happens that way. Whenever I go to make my second cup of tea (especially on a cloudy day), I think of your “another cup of tea and biscuits” moments…
The Air Up There
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How to Act Like an Elitist Although I do like to rant, I try not to “talk politics” around this space. This has to do with my fear of “alienating” people. Let’s face it, not that many people read this blog! I can’t take any chances! But I am fired up! Read on! Sam Harris,…
Problogger’s M’log Madness!
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This blog is temporarily interrupted to bring you this Problogger m’log rant. A few weeks ago, I ranted about Problogger Darren Rowse’s obsession with content. Guess what? Yesterday, Darren was at it again with a heart-warming pseudo survey/post on his blog, simply asking “What is great content?” Problogger’s Followers speak… does his content ever listen?…
55 Miles Further Along
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A Befuddled Poem About the Fact That I Rode 55 Miles on a Bike in One Day by Elizabeth Howard My butt hurts still today, But not as much as my knees do. Which goes to show you… Having all that padding isn’t Such a bad thing after all. I’m brain fried, 24 hours later,…
Dusting for Exercise
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Knitting is very conducive to thought. It is nice to knit a while, put down the needles, write a while, then take up the sock again. — Dorothy Day I feel as if I have disappeared again. This was the transitional week, the time I had “free” to get ready, to get things done. School…
Problogger Content Madness!
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OK, STOP already. Darren Rowse, the true-to-his-title “ProBlogger,” has tweeted, digged and dumped into my reader the same post, under a dozen different titles, over and over again and I can’t take it anymore! So, to you Bloggers with no audiences, the answer to the repeated and repeated question, “Is Writing Great Content Enough to…
Comments Accepted
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Not too long ago, I did something stupid on this blog and changed a setting. That setting made people “login” to comment. The downside of that was that people I WANTED to leave comments got stopped from doing it. The other downside of that was that people I DIDN’T want to leave comments somehow figured…
Summer Ending
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After the hail storm, the summer seems to have given in. The days are noticeably shortening, cooler… the humidity still clings, but something within the sunny days isn’t full of the same hope that it bannered in the early part of June. The clouds have come and are bringing the first longings of autumn. Time…
How does ljcfyi do it?
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One of my favorite bloggers, hands down, is little Jenny C., the official blogger for Kodak. I’ll tell you, all I want to know is this: how does she do it? She is updating her blog everyday, but not just the front page. She also works on updating her pages on the following: MySugar Twitter…
A Post to the Futura
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Look what arrived in the mail recently! Purchased from Mr. Typewriter in Florissant, MO., I got six brand new ribbons for my Royal Futura 800. You pop the top open here… … pressing the Red Royal button (Thanks Portable Typewriter Forum!) Of course, I spent about 20 minutes trying and failing to figure out how…
A Summer Affair Review: Novel as Cop-Out
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Elin Hilderbrand’s A Summer Affair, is supposed to be a beach read. You know this because there is an image of two cute pairs of feet kissing in the sand on the book’s cover. The fact that this layered, well-structured and sometimes thoughtless novel is supposed to be a beach read indicates a complication not…
Ma Vie en Vert
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With the window open, from my bed, the view is only grass. It doesn’t matter if it is raining or sunny– from here I have my square of green framed in white. My life in grass. In London, from the window of my office at Delaware Road — the first flat — my view was…
Dead to Me – Abandon Blog!
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My Lover, My Backhoe There is something AWFUL about an abandoned blog on my Google Reader. I click and click and click on “hopeful curmudgeon” and it is always February 26, 2008. Hopeless is more like it! My own version of Groundhog Day! I wonder what happens when people stop blogging? Did they: Fall in…
A Wopat Affair
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Last night, I went to see A Catered Affair at the Thomas Kerr Theatre on Broadway. This was a fluke: one of the board members where I work called and said she had spare tickets for that evening, so I was off on the train to the city a few hours later. Tom Wopat was…
