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Scene: Backseat of the car. Random squabbling ensues between six and eight-year old members of family. Syd: Mom, he's annoying me. Make him stop! Sam: I'm not doing anything. Syd: Yes, you are! Stop it! Sam: No, I'm not! Me (from the front seat): You know, you two rarely fight. I don't know what's going on back there, but work it out. You usually get along so well. You're lucky that you

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This evening was a race against the clock--picked up kids from daycare (late), rushed home, baked chicken nuggets in the oven and boiled whole wheat rotini on the stove, chopped up cucumber and filled water glasses. Called them both to the table, reminding them to wash hands on the way over. We had 30 minutes to scarf dinner, find shoes, and scramble to shul to fulfill our Jewry Duty (pun

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Twenty-one years ago tomorrow, at 8 a.m., the phone on the wall in the kitchen rang, and I picked it up. The caller greeted me briefly and then asked for Dad, who was also in the kitchen, having some coffee. They had an even briefer exchange that finished with, “thank you for letting me know,” and him handing me the receiver to replace in the cradle. He told me you were gone. I nodded and tried

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“So Mom,” my eight-year-old daughter queried from the back seat of the car. “Is Rita Skeeter evil, or is she just, like, doing bad stuff?” My daughter has been listening to Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire on CD for the past few months. We read the first three books in the series aloud together, but apparently, I wasn't quick enough for her on the fourth book. And really, despite my best

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the crickets have been chirping for several months now, it would appear. i have been reading up a storm, however. it feels like a sort-of cop out to just review instead of write, so i will scratch the critic's itch by saying, "go now to your neighborhood bookstore or kindle or nook and download/buy/freeview The Hunger Games trilogy by Suzanne Collins." see? it's so important, i gave it capital

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Trying to stay positive. It's hard on a succession of gray rainy days. I posted on my other, once-every-six-months-or-a-year blog today instead: Gratitude

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ihateithere ihateithere ihateithere ihateithere ihateithere

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Man oh man has this chica got a good thing going on.... I wish I had time to do something similar with my blog. But that would involve specializing, instead of being a repository for all things that fallout from my brain. Hmmm. Something to muse on....

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Today feels like failure on multiple levels. I actually had to leave the office because the noise was too much. A loud person on a conference call less than 18 inches from me--my headphones and white noise didn't do the trick. I felt like clawing out my eyes. So I am home, listening to the hum of the computers instead. Much more peaceful but I miss the camaraderie of the office. It has been

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I decided to add the newest ones to the top, rather than the bottom, to save scrolling for frequent (ahem) readers. Duh. Blog architecture 101.  In the interest of trying to keep an updated list before the next year starts (ha!), here is what I have read so far: 29. Worst Case by James Patterson and Michael Ledwidge. A good thriller but ultimately forgettable. Everything is starting to look

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This picture made me chuckle today. As today's reading is all about the Inca and the Aztecs, I needed a chuckle.

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It has been a fascinating 24 hours in my house. Scene: dinner table. Mom, dad, seven-year-old, and four-year-old are sitting around the table. In between fighting over bites of vegetables and impending dessert arrival time, four-year-old asks: FYO: Who were the first people? SYO: Adam and Eve! Duh! FYO: So everyone comes from Adam and Eve? D: Sure. Eat your cucumber. FYO: I don't want to eat

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Just finished watching Julie and Julia, the movie from the memoir by Julie Powell about cooking 524 of Child's recipes in one year. I loved it! I thought it would be slow and boring but it was charming. I did not realize that Nora Ephron wrote the screenplay. I should have known I would love it just from that--she wrote When Harry Met Sally..., one of my favorite movies of all time (yes, I'm a

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Well, one of many of her life's work. She has a husband, a son, three stepdaughters, has published a memoir, writes on a regular basis, maintains a yoga practice, and volunteers with too many organizations to list. I miss her! Read about her latest venture--touching the lives of those with Alzheimers through the power of writing--and throw some positive vibes her way. Not that she needs them, but

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Everyday, I pass by a yoga studio called Down Dog Yoga. The sign for the studio has a cute puppy on it. As an on-again, off-again yoga-doer (yogi?), I was happy to see a yoga studio within walking distance of work. I checked out the studio online for class offerings and pricing, ventured in the doors to observe the facility itself, and ultimately decided to enroll in a one-week free trial session

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The book I helped edit is up for an award! Sure it would be nice to win, but as heard ad infinitum during Oscar week, "it's a honor to be nominated."

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We spent all day Sunday together, which hasn't happened in a very long time, and I had a great time with him and his sister (shout out to the friends we hung out with all day, ensuring the kiddos had buddies to play with). My favorite moment? My son is getting out of the backseat of the car and leans over, holding a pose similar to Warrior 3, but with his standing leg bent and his arms out to

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In honor of being home sick with some sort of sinus almost-infection, I am going to indulge in a rant. If you don't care to read, you can hit "Next Blog" at the top of the page, and I won't be offended. I promise. You have been warned. I am so over pollen. I am so over mold that grows inside and outside. I am so over everything that makes me sneeze and makes me feel like I am hearing/seeing/

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From the Washington Post Politics newsletter (cited as the quote of the day): Sarah Palin, speaking at a tea party rally in Boston: "Is this what their change is all about? We'll tell 'em, 'Nah, we'll keep clinging to our Constitution and our guns and our religion. You can keep the change." Don'tcha just love her?

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QUOTE OF THE DAY Vice President Joe Biden to President Obama, shortly before the president signed the health-care bill into law: "This is a big f**kin' deal." This is from the Washington Post: Politics newsletter. It just makes me smile.

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A progression of thoughts flew through my head this morning as I headed to work down Braddock Rd. In some semblance of an order they were: 1. Man, it's gorgeous out and it sucks that I have to be in the office today (I normally work from home on Fridays and can escape during the noon hour for a bit of sunshine). 2. Man, it sucks that I have to fight rush hour traffic on a Friday morning full of

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Who else would write this stuff? Egyptian Cotton 800 Thread Count Sateen Sheet Set$74.99+ shipping Cover your bed in Egyptian cotton! Warning: if you’ve got an Israeli mattress, they’ll be thrown off in about about six days.

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Okay, now I have to go reread Book 7.March 1st, 2010 Staffer 1: So after surviving five heart attacks we’ve realized that Dick Cheney is immortal, correct? Staffer 2: No, we’ve decided that there are only two horcruxes left. Staffer 1: Where’s Neville when you need him? –DC Think Tank I love Eavesdrop DC.

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Today I was "her" at the gym. You know. The one who sweats and stinks. You can see her clammy skin. The beads of sweat on her bare shoulders, Taunting you on your treadmill, Saying "You should be working harder-- Like her." Today I was her. In sweat, if not in body or in glances. Inside, I was a lithe ironwoman with 10% bodyfat, racing in the wind, perfect stride, hair billowing freely behind me

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So my SIL (love ya!) told me about this cool SAD-busting light. I ordered it and was so excited when it came. When I took it out of the box, however, only one side worked. I paid for 10,000 lux and I only got 5000. So I am sending it back to Philips. I hope it won't take them two weeks to send me a replacement. It might be my imagination but I did have slightly more energy last night after two 30

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Tooth fairy fail Funny because we too have dropped the ball when it comes to retrieving the teeth. The backpedaling when you forget is tough, believe me. I have even had to email the tooth fairy to ask her to come.

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Photos from DCist show just how nuts everyone in the Washington Metropolitan area has become. We hit the Burke Target today on the way home (around 11:30 a.m., when the snow was just starting to stick) and found plenty on the shelves. Granted, it doesn't have a full grocery section, but still. Plenty of chocolate and other necessities for three days of being shut in. No show shovels, winter

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Akio Toyoda apologizes....

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I am fighting a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach and in my heart. I don't know why--nothing specific has happened other than the snow. Today was very gray and that never helps. We are supposed to get more than a foot more snow this weekend. It's DH's birthday on Saturday and he doesn't want to do anything special. We looked for a play or musical to go see and couldn't find anything we

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J.D. Salinger has left the building. The Catcher in the Rye had a profound effect on me when I read it in high school. I'm sure there are millions of others around the world saying the same thing. It was one of the first pieces of literature I really "clicked" with, and Salinger's use of Holden's voice made me realize on some level that it was okay for me to write, to narrate. Like Holden, I

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I want one! But the add-ons add to price--dock, keyboard dock, carrying case and it's $130 extra for 3G network access. Unlimited data for $30/month; no contract required. Full newspapers, books in color, touchpad interface--sigh.

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I'm hardly a fashion maven, but even I know to avoid pleats if you have a stomach. This model clearly, while admittedly not having a stomach, does not. I can't believe that this "look" is considered hot for spring. Please, please... let's avoid cropped, pleated, tapered pants at ALL costs.

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According to someone at work. She probably thought she was giving me a compliment--saying that I work hard, fast, and reliably. That has translated into project managers giving me lots of tasks outside of my "typical" editing work. It's nice to know that someone appreciates my speed and accuracy; being called a "machine" is probably not the best way to acknowledge that. But the woman in question

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"Oh, Gods Oh, Gods Are you there? What can I do to get you to look down And give in? Oh, Gods Oh, Gods Hear my prayer I'm here in the field With my feet on the ground And my fate in the air Waiting for life to begin" How did I get from waiting for my life to begin to spending Sunday evenings playing bejeweled blitz on facebook and doing laundry, planning menus for the week, figuring out when

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I wish I had kept a list during the year, but it became too tedious to do so. I will try to recreate, just to get an idea for myself. These are in no particular order. I may add annotations later. Sellevision by Augusten Burroughs--bizarre fiction. Definitely like his memoir stuff better. The Lost Symbol by Dan Brown--predictable, inhalable, forgettable I, Alex Cross by James Patterson--Cross

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can't believe we're heading into the playoffs with a 37-0 loss (and wait, it's not over yet!). and it's going to be the same team. in less than a week. ran tonight. only marginal stiffness. put together kitchen pantry-like cabinety things. yeay. logged more than 14,000 steps today. drove to ikea for the second weekend in a row to get pieces that were missing for the new bed. oh, and found this

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Why wait, right? Friday is just another day in the grand scheme of things. 1. I resolve to count to ten more often before flying off the handle. Assuming I can remember to count to ten instead of flying off the handle. 2. I resolve to enjoy the food I put in my mouth, rather than inhaling it. 3. I resolve to increase my activity level to 45 min/day minimum, even if it means walking or biking

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never heard of her until the kanye thing at the AMAs. i know, i live under a music rock. now i can't get "it's a love story..." out of my freakin head.syd and i like the other one "you belong with me." we regularly finish each other's lyrics around the house. dh looks at us as though we are crazy.

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"how far do i have to go to get to you?many the miles...many the miles..."good friends feel far away.the internet is supposed to make us feel closer, but even if the cyberdistance is nil, the physical distance still exists, and nothing with an 'e' prefix is going to change that.i am fighting the seasonal-affective (undiagnosed but present) sadness and disarray. lots of forces have teamed up to

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I have not clogged the blogosphere with my random thoughts in quite some time. The universe is apparently unhappy with this, so I am posting random thoughts in the order in which they come.My children have too much Halloween candy and too much of it is ending up in my mouth instead of theirs. I was hounded at work to log 40 hours a week, but now that I am asking for 40 hours' worth of work, there

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This was a phenomenal read. Written by Peter Manseau, a Georgetown professor who knows his way around the balance of narrative and description, the book intersperses the lifestory of Itsik Malpesh, an unwilling immigrant to the United States from his native Russia, with that of a young man in the present charged with translating the former's memoirs.The characters are recognizable but not "stock.

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Just finished Almost French by Sarah Turnbull. I can relate so well to the memoir of being an outsider in France (although in Lyon, not Paris) and feeling clueless as to why the French would stare in the street if I laughed too loud, or talked too much, or didn't iron my jeans. Turnbull's experiences, to be sure, are uniquely hers, as she moves through a relationship with a Frenchman that

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At 5:47 a.m. I discovered our son in our bed, tossing and turning and crying about "balloons.""Balloons, balloons, balloons!" he cried, with increasing intensity. My husband and I tried to rouse him from the semi-sleep state to find out what was causing his chagrin.No avail.In my half-aware dreamless haze, a variety of scenarios bubbled to surface.Was he trapped inside a giant balloon, unable to

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I swear, can uniform-style jumpsuits made out of airline-approved material be that far behind?And flying is still a privilege, right?

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Last I checked, I wasn't working for the U.S. Marine Corps, or any other such corporate outfit that would restrict my ability to communicate with the outside world.Alas, the company that gets my butt in its chair for eight hours a day has decided to cut off access to Facebook and Twitter. Guess I'll have to bring a book to read during my downtime. Or blog to excess. Or post really awful phrases

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Today I'm struck by the random interaction that can lead to lifelong friendship. No, I haven't started writing for Hallmark. But sharing a class, a desk, or 10 weeks of rehearsal; or a chance meeting at Target, or being introduced by a friend of a friend, or taking the leap and making a phone call, or asking a new acquaintance if she would like to get together for coffee... these are the events

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Just heard about the new inanity of having to pay to pay to check bags. That's not a typo. Read here.Remember when flying was something you dressed up to do? And looked forward to?Those days are long gone.

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la la la la lai'm not listening to you!(channeling my inner 5 year old)

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My mind is in the gutter, apparently, this morning, due to lack of sleep. Here is a headline from my inbox:SCOTUS Pulls Hand Brake on Chrysler BankruptcyGuess what I read that as?:)

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This morningbetween packing his lunch and her snackand my lunchAnd making sure that her dance bag,with patent leather shoes, tights, hairbrush, bobby pins, hair gel, and elastics,stood ready and waiting for the growing feetthat would inhabit the not-so-tiny-anymore shoes,yellow-sequined costume a bright spot in a dingy foyerChecking that his loveyand extra socks, extra pants, extra underwear, and

hearmysonghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16066328214266073613noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13914521.post-21024115469650290732009-05-07T13:04:00.002-05:002009-05-07T13:48:06.211-05:00

This list is from an NPR writer. He says that these were the most influential in his life. I thought I'd add my two cents, and possibly some more to the list (it's a slow day at work). He welcomes comments. We'll see.I'm starring what I've read, and putting plusses next to what I want to read.1. A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man, James Joyce*--this would be close to the top for me too. Very

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The Globe? What's next--the Post? The NYT? Are all dailies doomed? True, I only get the Sunday edition of the WP, as it's the only one I have time to read in full. I get the rest of my news fix online or on the radio. Silver lining--better for the trees?Still processing this one....

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Two comments from my personal peanut gallery that had me in stitches today as we perused Eastern Market in historic Capitol Hill.(At a coffee shop. Sign on the door reads "Restrooms for customers only." I stood in line to buy coffee so that my kids could pee--oh the sacrifice!)Sam: (pointing to a giant jar on the counter in front of the register) What are those?Me: (distracted) Those are... those

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The crystal chandeliers were just as stunning as I remember them from my very first visit to the Kennedy Center more than twenty years ago. The royal red carpet muffled every footstep that could possibly have echoed through the enormous, cavernous lobby. There are actually at least four--maybe five--theatres in the Kennedy Center, and I have made it a small goal to see something in all of

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beware.i like the phrase "smitten kitten." i don't remember the first place i heard it. it surfaced in my head last night while watching "Grey's" (or today while reading a recap on TVOP--yes, i do still read those, even though they are out of vogue with the hipsters now). holy parenthetical, batman.speaking of, and i'm not going to bother with a spoiler alert because about 1.5 people read this

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Eavesdrop DCI wish I would overhear something hysterical to add....

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The universe is conspiring against me today. My Pandora channel has played two Barbra Streisand songs and one Neil Diamond (ack!) song--two of my mom's favorites. Then it moved on to musical theatre, where it's been for about two hours. And now I've got "Thank You for the Music" from Mamma Mia! which is what we sang at Leslie Knotts' retirement party.I miss these two women. I know I do. But the

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And, well, on little sleep, who isn't? I haven't seen a Taco Bell commercial in a while, but I stumbled upon this gem of a fake-you-out cheesy, meaty, burrito and indulged for dinner. Yum x 15. The site has some other good fake-outs, although the liberal use of sweeteners in the dessert section has me a little spooked. Still, who knew that brownie mix, pureed pumpkin and peanut butter could stand

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This made me giggle a little, until I got to the third video and they spelled "pecs" wrong.

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DH actually asked me to watch my language around the kids. I guess all that swearing under my breath is not as under my breath as I thought. Oops. I haven't heard any of it directed back at me yet, thank god, but I'm sure that day is coming.Nevermind that DH often shouts "Shut up _________!" from his side of the bed when we have put one or both of the kids back in their beds for the upteenth time

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I don't have netflix--I simply don't have time, and sometimes my tastes change midstream. So this is my solution: a list of movies I want to see at some point, in no particular order or genre. It's more a note to myself than anything else. But feel free to ad lib about what's good, bad, oscar-worthy, or ugly, but don't be upset if I don't take your advice. 1. Milk2. Doubt3. Dark Knight4. Sherlock

hearmysonghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16066328214266073613noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13914521.post-88593203060484644522009-01-14T13:28:00.003-05:002009-01-14T13:30:42.030-05:00

I learned something new today. Thanks NYT!Apparently Schroeder was actually playing Beethoven tunes in the "Peanuts" cartoons. And, in a secret-code-like precursor to listening to the Beatles backwards for Satanic messages, the actual passages Schultz quoted in the strip "enhance" the joke or the emotion or the character.Who knew?

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Today is migraine day #5 (out of seven). I am trying to figure out what is causing these. My gut says that I am not eating enough (especially protein) to outweigh (ahem) the increased physical activity I've been undertaking as of late. But I don't want to eat more, as that will negate any health benefits of the increased activity.What to do.There is no consistency on lobe from headache to

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Love this. Love it. Laughed out loud and actually snorted, to the dismay of my co-workers.

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"...all the way to New York.... I can feel the distance...."Laura Bush just ordered new presidential china to the tune of $483,000. How many people would that feed? Too tired to figure out the math....At least it wasn't taxpayer money. But still... the private foundation that covers the cost of the new dishes would have done well to donate that cash elsewhere. I bet GM would have been happy to

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It has been a super-fun-filled 24 hours of workouts. My thighs are complaining but hey, dems de breaks.Last night, 6 p.m.: 15 min treadmill (walking) warm-up; 30 min resistance training; 30 min elliptical machineThis morning 8:30 a.m.: 5 min walk warm-up, 5 min run warm-up; 21 minutes intervals; 10 brisk walk cooldown; stretchHit my second WW meeting (in a week) afterwards to hear about the joys

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On Tuesday, dear daughter and I had a "Mommy and Sydney Day Out." We took the Metro into DC to grab a bite of lunch (Frank & Stein was her gourmet choice) and peruse the National Gallery. She had learned about Mark Rothko through a program at school called Grace Art, where parents volunteers come in and teach kids about different artists. This is what she has been/will be studying. I thought that

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Happy New Year! If you trolled my blog in search of resolutions, you won't find any here. I'm already working on most of the stuff I want to change in my life, and to that effect, today is just another day. Still, I hope that the new year brings more financial health, better oversight of our regulatory agencies that are supposed to be protecting us from Madoff et al, and peace in parts of the

hearmysonghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16066328214266073613noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13914521.post-14152096874096411082008-12-25T08:39:00.002-05:002008-12-25T13:59:33.542-05:00

I went to the doctor for a check-up this week, and she let slip a small bomb: apparently, new recommendations for exercise are up--way up. Apparently, we're supposed to get 90 minutes of exercise, five times a week. A quick web search turned up an article backing up that fact--but I didn't see anything on the American Council on Exercise's site about the new recommendation. It is always harder to

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Next Tuesday... in one week... my mother would have been 63. It is hard for me to imagine her at that age, since she is eternally frozen at 44. She was very gray in her 40s, so I can only imagine that she would have gone completely gray by then. Would she still be coloring her hair? Her mother did until the day she died, so I can only imagine.Although she had some age lines, as we all seem to

hearmysonghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16066328214266073613noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13914521.post-40961912246402495492008-12-15T15:12:00.002-05:002008-12-15T15:19:21.297-05:00

i certainly hadn't thought of it that way. it's a shame, really. the tech guy in da howse has been threatening to crack down on our use of itunes and pandora. i can see itunes, as it's a client, but pandora is not a download. apparently, though, the customization takes its toll on the server--and, weirdly, on the ftp site. not sure how all that works.killing time until i can leave. a mere six

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This blurb reminded me of 80s nights (wednesdays?) at Shattered.Other randomness--When doves crySweating it out over a fever pitchWatching others buy me drinkscrowded bathroomsblack wallsAnd now, i probably couldn't even stay awake long enough to go out to an 80s club....

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This is a very cool site that makes pictures like I used to make in France, when I had no TV or computer to eat at my time. The wordle it makes for my blog isn't so accurate ("Farmer" and "Dell" featuring largely into the mix) but I will hit it again sometime soon.Thanks to Anna for calling it to my attention!

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Or maybe he's secretly been listening in to Grey's Anatomy from his little bed.This morning at the breakfast table, he sang:"The farmer in the daleThe farmer in the daleHeigh-ho the angioThe farmer in the dale."

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It's supposed to help those who suffer from the "winter blues."

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if you have any residing on an ipod somewhere that you want to tell me about, that would be great. i'm getting a little tired of the 40-odd on my running list on my nano. i need new blood. and as it's a completely different feel to the pandora channels i have set up for work, i am at a loss for inspiration.inspire me!

hearmysonghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16066328214266073613noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13914521.post-54078179198565482862008-12-10T20:42:00.000-05:002008-12-10T20:43:11.035-05:00

just testing a new piece of code.

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Since work is slow (thankfully), I thought I'd put together a little list of what I'm thankful for right now, at this precise moment:1. I'm thankful for my son's ability to make me laugh. His giggle is contagious and it never fails to shake me out of a funk.2. I'm thankful for my daughter's love of reading. She reads to herself, and she reads to others, including her brother. The times that I

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Phantom fragrances tickle my noseGhost-like fingers send icy shocks up my spine.The powdered floral scent—Always yours—mixed with perspiration and undertones of high school angstrubbed off on you when embracing your graduates, your alumniwho came to visitlike homeless pigeonsback to the sanctity of the nest,the safe haven of the wooden floor, painted blackdim lightsorange couchesstuck-on chewing

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From Carolyn Parkhurst's novel, Lost and Found:No one ever loves you the way your children do when they're young. No one else will ever cry when you leave the room. I try not to spend too much time thinking about those days, because I know they're perfect only in memory, and I know I need to focus on the girl I've got in front of me right now. But sometimes I can't help but give in to it, to live

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It's nasty outside, and it's nasty in my chest. They match. And I can assure, it's not intentional.Listening to my "new to me" ipod with lots of fun stuff I uploaded yesterday. And I only used one gig! Whee-hah. Unfortunately, though, with the clarity of digital, I can now hear how incredibly scratched my older cds actually are. I will have to repurchase (or repurpose or re-something that is not

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Live debate blog:Is Joe Plumber related to Joe Six Pack? I can only imagine who has the better body."i know how to save the taxpayers billions...." Okay, Sen. McCain. How are you going to reverse the deficit? I don't buy any of this. Blah, blah, blah. I wish I had a hatchet right about now. A scalpel wouldn't be bad either."Sen Obama, I am not President Bush." Well, not in name, but your policies

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I am going to have to stop listening to the news. It's just too depressing. I came away from my morning run today feeling sad and beaten down, rather than energized. I just can't start the day that way anymore.I need some escapism. The Great Depression had (affordable) films. What will we in the 21st century have? And please don't tell me YouTube. I avoid it like the plague.My question following

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Yes, I watched, since there wasn't anything else on and I was knitting. Have to have something to take my mind off the monotony of stockinette stitch.And I wanted a glimpse of Jon Hamm, a fellow Mizzou alum whom I did theatre with occasionally.Anyway, loved this recap by Heather Havrilesky on Salon:"Ah, but justice is never served during these torturous times of censorship, rampant idiocy and

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Fairfax, VA--Knitting books unearthed in large, heavy box buried under two strollers, a bike rack, and a boxed surround sound system.Owner ecstatic with news; immediately picks up needles and casts on full-length, intricately detailed, lace-weight cabled sweater.------Okay, maybe not the last part. But they have been found!

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I don't know which to be more alarmed over--that she was using Yahoo for official business, that hackers were able to get into her account, or that the media is trying to use this whole thing to discredit her. There is enough to discredit her, I think.

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lots of things, i'm sure, along with my resolve to eat more healthfully, but at the moment, the most pressing loss is my collection of knitting books and knitting patterns. i have been through the storage closets and shelves in the three places in the house where we stashed stuff when we moved in, and though i can find boxes of toys, stuffed animals, hotspur bobbleheads and programs, videos,

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One of my closest writing friends, whose words have nurtured me for more than three years on an almost weekly basis, wrote in her blog of the pull of the tides. It was ironic, a bit, as I too felt a pull--back to Cincinnati, to the space in Silverton where women write, read, listen and breathe; where ritual is queen; and where for two and a half hours each Monday night, there is freedom to

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It's a start!

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In this miasmic mess of fossil fuels, rising gas prices and the like, I sit and wonder:With all this concentration on alternative fuel sources, E85, hybrids, etc., why has no enterprising individual followed the lead of Dr. Emmett Brown in Back to the Future and figured out a way to provide fuel for cars and homes on garbage. Surely the technology can be created? Somewhere? Composting is one

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Not a manifesto on what the government needs to do (or not do) to solve the "crisis at the pumps" as the media has titled it.rather an oddity about life here in Northern Virginia, which, according to callers on the Kojo Nnamdi show last week, is a completely separate entity from the rest of Virginia, I am learning.All trash collection here is privatized. Odd. There are companies competing for

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for characters, present and future (paraphrasing James Lipton in Inside Inside, who is paraphrasing Sandy Meisner, I believe):What is the glue?Example: Two brothers want different things in life. One wants to study art in Florence, Italy. The other wants to be an MLB player. Problem? They are Siamese twins.What forces two characters who want different things to share the scene, to stick with it?

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Found a new yoga studio that does work exchange! This is very happy news, as a class runs about $120 for an eight week session. There is one work exchange slot left for the summer session (Sunday nights from 5:15-7:15) which would probably work fine. Lots of classes to choose from, although I will still miss Jennifer horribly.Also corresponded with a fellow raveler today about a knitting group in

hearmysonghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16066328214266073613noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13914521.post-69560456049669429502008-07-14T11:02:00.002-05:002008-07-14T11:15:51.546-05:00

i am in the cave (basement or lower level) of the house, where we have set up our offices (ha! if you can call them that) and i am trying hard not to freak out over:1. the lack of light in the house. lots of mature trees means lots of shade, which is great on some fronts but not for natural light (the stuff, not the beer) lovers like me. it is actually affecting my mood.2. the closed-in feeling

hearmysonghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16066328214266073613noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13914521.post-49376337217367545072008-07-11T06:31:00.002-05:002008-07-11T06:33:32.846-05:00

Cool art campaign in Kansas City area. There are four days left to vote (you can vote once a day & have to register email addy to do so). Read GEAR's statement under his billboard submission; vote for that if for no other reason. How cool would it be if the 'Nati did something like this???http://artthevote.com/view-and-rate-billboards/

hearmysonghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16066328214266073613noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13914521.post-1977961082770930002008-07-01T13:20:00.001-05:002008-07-01T13:21:53.894-05:00

This made Marc and I laugh out loud.Syd: Daddy, what are those hooks for, on the ceiling?Marc: For hanging plants. Like baskets of flowers and things.Syd: Oh. (Long pause) I thought Captain Hook lived here.Gotta love the 5 year old mind.

hearmysonghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16066328214266073613noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13914521.post-61222837552676377352008-07-01T13:18:00.001-05:002008-07-01T13:20:03.080-05:00

You text GoogleText for the nearest Costco store, and then use your GPS system to find it.God bless Garmin.

hearmysonghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16066328214266073613noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13914521.post-64899504386175666852008-06-05T00:32:00.003-05:002008-06-05T00:43:28.547-05:00

it's way way waaaaaayyyyy past my bedtime and i've crossed the realm of tired to exhausted to too revved up to sleep. so much to do, think about, see... sigh. facebook flashes long-forgotten faces in front of me, and i begin to wonder--what happened to chris lucas who moved into the district in 7th grade and was in my science class? where are all the really smart people working? what are they

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