If there is a wrong side of the bed, I certainly woke up on it. I’m not entirely sure how this happened, since I always wake up on the same side of the bed, which, incidentally, is on the right. And despite that, it is, more often that I would like, the wrong side. Sigh.…
I should note, as I usually do at the beginning of a month, how I can’t believe it’s x date already, and that my youth is passing me by faster than I would care to notice, etc, etc. But you don’t want to hear about that, do you? No. Listening to 29-year-olds weep about wasted…
Blerg. This marks day three of being sick, and if the blog’s been a little slow lately, it’s because I’ve been even slower. To add insult to injury, my computer also decided to get sick, and is now at my hubby’s office, undergoing a thorough examination. I hope for a speedy recover for both it…
My computer, perhaps taking a cue from me, is being slower than usual. So if this post ends up being a short one, it’s because I became utterly fed-up and consoled myself with a box of Trader Joe’s chocolate covered raisins. I have excellent coping skills. Also, I realized that most of what I’m writing…
Last week brought sad news, happy news, and the comforting realization that I am not the most offensive person on the internet. Not that I thought I was, or anything … Poland is in mourning after President Lech Kaczynski and numerous other governmental officials died in a plane crash. They were heading to Russia for…
I’ve been slacking on the blog this week, so it seems like falling back on yet another “Week in Travel” post is kind of lame. But there is some legitimately interesting stuff going on this week, so perhaps my slacking is somewhat justified? Yes, I think so. Somewhat, at least … You may have thought…
It’s another sunny day here in Seattle, and tomorrow we’re leaving for a trip to New York, and on to Miami after that. I’ve got loads of posts to get up, some relevant, some sentimental, and nearly all of them including the phrase “crazy f*ckers.” I suppose I should clean up my language, but ……
Cat-calling, I’ve found, is somewhat universal. At least, from my experiences it is (whether or not the Amhara of Djibouti experience this phenomenon is unknown to me). It varies a bit across countries, like sit-coms: the Italian ones are cheesy, the Americans are a bit vulgar, the English ones are kinda lame, and the German…
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