I am in here.
I am working my way, fairly quickly, through Chaim Potok’s My Name is Asher Lev. On this coming Wednesday, I lead the monthly lunchtime book-club talk on it. I first read the book at the request of my high school English teacher. I had other English teachers at that school, but half the years, she … Continue reading My name is…
I realized I was watching something horribly strange on TV yesterday… an actual ad for money. Umm, do we not want it enough? Is it not desirable enough? Maybe it’s an odd way to get us all to go out and spend so we can fight terrorism with our strong economy. But alas, no… the … Continue reading money
qotd october 30 Abbie Hoffman: “The first duty of a revolutionary is to get away with it.” [Adam Curry: Adam Curry’s Weblog]
It is Saturday morning, and I watch my husband trying on his tuxedo, with no shirt. I can’t decide if it makes him look like a bum, or weirdly California-stylish, or just silly. “Silly” is just such a nice, catch-all type of term. We go to a benefit tonight. I have to find a dress. … Continue reading tuxedos in the a.m.
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