I Tucked in My Shirt Today
And the world did not recoil in horror.
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And the world did not recoil in horror.
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I admit it, I have a huge crush on Rachael Ray, and I’m sometimes found secretly sighing over her on The Food Network. As I’m a totaly sucker for the small-time-girl-makes-it-big story (for obvious reasons), I was delighted to find this: Most of the thousands of recipes Ms. Ray has “canoodled” over the years were
All Those Inuit Names for Snow by Tom Tempkin My mother is watching her mother die. Gravity has declared war against the lower lip. Salt has worn to fine gauze the threads sprouting from the inner ear. For each one that goes, we must learn a new word for what we think life is, what
So here’s our heroine’s choices. She can shoot him and get convicted of a variety of crimes, because you can’t just go around shooting guys. The only guys you can shoot are burglars and guys who Don’t Look Like Us. So she goes to jail. Then what do the rest of us do? She becomes
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Got a couple stories back in the mail this weekend. Now I need to work on some new material. Ah, I love the fall. I’m making a tasty vegetarian pasta tonight.
I’ve finally nailed down the last bit of info I needed in order to book for the World Fantasy Convention in Madison, WI. Jenn’s got her proposal dissertation defense that Friday, so instead of bumming a ride up with her, I’m taking the train up late Thursday. I’ll be getting in around midnight, but should
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Back to my morning weights, back to the gym tonight, back to drinking coffee. Ahhhhhh Here at work, Blaine’s back from his honeymoon. Apparently, “Glad to be back,” which says something about what a workaholic he’s become. Dude, give *me* your two weeks in Hawaii, dude…
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Explaining to the new counterperson at the very new Starbucks on our corporate campus what “breve” meant, after repeating my order four times with varying degrees of slowness, so she could map down all the Starbucks-speak. It was surreal not because she didn’t know, but because I did. Sometimes I worry that the corporate card
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