February 2012
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The Ingenue... →
Through nothing other than that aberration of vacation, I’m in the lead in the book challenge. (It will be short-lived, I’m sure.)
For my reward, a link to photos of our college production of Tom Stoppard’s Arcadia in 1998. And it is quite a prize.
I wasn’t in this play. I did something backstage, a job I can’t remember now. What I do remember is that I...
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“Do you think I can even remember what I said today, much less four months ago?”
– Howard Stern via Kathy Griffin in the Official Book Club Selection (Book #8 of the 25 Book Challenge.) No, I am not saying I have anything in common with Howard Stern. I am saying four hours a day with a mic in front of you with clocks to watch and buttons to push at the same time will make you get...
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All You [Should] Eat...
Agreed, taking photos of things you eat and then posting them on the internet can be insufferable and pointless. But when you’re not home, finding food goes from dumping a bag of lettuce in a bowl, to a little event. New places, novel flavors, and a nice framework for a day where you really have nothing planned. So in an effort not to be insufferable, links and anecdotes? It’s not a...
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"Here, Fishie Fishie Fishie!"
Air Sign says, “That which is Under the Sea shall remain known to Ursula and maybe Sebastian on a good day.” Sea creatures freak me out. Goldfish in a bowl, fine. 20,000 Leagues under, well, there IS crying in fishball.
But somehow, here…
The water is clear enough that you can SEE. You’re not surprised by some trout when it’s five inches from your face. You can...
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Postcards...
“Beautiful, gorgeous, wish you were here.”*
From the first view in the morning to the last…
I’ve been to beachy places before, but somehow they were…sanitized for your resort protection. There was always a strict disconnect from the vacation zone and where people lived. It’s a hard economy, paradise. With great beauty comes great seclusion — from a...
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Post No Bills...
When you get married in Italy, instead of doctoring up the couple’s car with cans and shaving cream, you hang up Oggi Sposi! signs. “Just married!”
They usually just have the date and a picture of the couple, and they get plastered all the places you’d usually find a “Have You Seen This Cat?” flyer.
I love seeing these. They’re casual and celebratory...
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Sweet Dreams Are Made...
I don’t really sleep. I never have. I’m in bed with my eyes closed for at least eight hours a night, but entering this state of unconsciousness that I hear so much about — do not pass go, do not collect your commemorative bumper sticker.
I dream all night long. And I remember them the next day. I live a whole different, non- (or less-) sensical life all night long, and then I...
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Somewhat Agree...
I took Quantitative Analysis as my research method in grad school. Not because I’m particularly adept at figuring out a standard deviation, but because it seemed like a more trustworthy method than its swirly-skirt sister, Qualitative. (I know. I’m a horrible affront to research. Keep in mind this was San Francisco, so… Swirly.)
In such data-collecting method, there’s a...
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“I’ve never wanted to look like models on the cover of magazines. I...”
– Adele. Here, because it should be everywhere.
Last night I was half-watching Alcatraz — for LOST and San Francisco nostalgia, mostly — and you have to look no further than the casting for evidence that the gross Jonah Hill dichotomy is still in effect. That is to say, if the genders...
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Doing the Wave...
I remember when my mom turned 29, which is baffling to me at almost 34. My mom, younger than me, and already had a kid old enough to question a questionably adult birthday card (or as double entendresque as Hallmark will allow.) I suppose that’s why I can still hear her say, “It’s a good thing you’re cute.”
I was talking about good mom advice today on the radio, and...
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180 Days...
It’s hard to figure out how long 180 days is, how it feels. It seems like time goes so fast, but if you try and get a fix on it and think back, last August seems like forever ago. But when you’re in charge of your destiny, living and doing where and what you want, it slips by. A day becomes a week becomes a season.
How does time alter when you’re not?
I have no idea. And so,...
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WatchThis is what I do all day. The highlights from my time with AFN (relevant today I suppose because I interview a former Super Bowl winner in it.) There’s TV, radio, and other products, including a Suze Orman…homage.
It’s ten minutes, so if you’re not my mom, I understand.
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...and Found
I do not lose things. Ever. Few things on this planet send me into the red faster than having to spend perfectly good time searching for things. To buoy this need, I have developed elaborate placement and protocol strategies for all items. If you see me shaking my right arm like I have a tick 17 times a day, it’s because my phone lives in my right uniform shoulder pocket. A tiny shake makes...
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Put Another Dime in the Jukebox...
Apparently U2 almost called The Joshua Tree, “The Two Americas.” Does Son of a Mill Worker Edwards know about this?
And so goes Book #3, an excellent compilation of highly useful music anecdotes and trivia written by a fellow Oregonian. Okay, I suppose it’s highly useful if you talk about music for a living, but it’s entertaining nonetheless. I read it in one bus ride...
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