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Shake out your hands, place your foot on the chalked line, listen for the pistol.
Shake out your hands, place your foot on the chalked line, listen for the pistol.
Finished Left to Tell, by Immacul´e Ilibagiza, the inspiring story of a young woman’s survival of Rwandan genocide. I was worried it would be sad and graphic, but instead it was very gripping and uplifting. Hard to explain, but her early decision to forgive the neighbors that had killed all her family, and to really [...]
Working on a new novel in November as part of Nanowrimo. Kathy’s doing it over at More Good News for Optimists, so I thought I’d trail behind her like a sycophant. I mean, do it too. Unfortunately I get an idea a week on this novel. Title came first: Beer and Chocolate. I thought that [...]
Funny comment and observation in MediaPost’s bulletin:
Do women own iPhones? I can’t tell from the latest set of ads, where only men gush about the device. One man loves the visual voicemail, although he chooses to skip the 4-minute message from the guy that owes him money. That would be the one I [...]
I love these kind of skull caps. It’s a riff on the 1920s style cloche (French for bell) hats. Funny to think this was a feminist icon for so long, when now it seems fuddy duddy (Thoroughly Modern Millie and Bernice Bobs Her Hair). The modern (or poor, in its time perhaps) variant is knit [...]
There’s a list of things I never do that I want to do. before you move, you end up doing them all in one week.
- practice the cello (I rent one, now I need to PRACTICE)
- go to yoga at the Italian American Athletic Club (every time I walk by I write down the time, [...]