She's fierce.
Speaking of which, the basement disaster has made █████ and me feel better about the fact that we have to move before the middle of January. Yes, the landlord managed to sell the house for right around his megabuck target. Bully for him, you know? Twelve days on the market—the
or, It's No New Orleans, But It's Ours I arrived home in Queens last night at about eight, leaving the cab and making my only slightly tipsy way down the way to the backyard. And that's when I heard a most disturbing sound, a
So, for some weeks now, the slide latch on the inside of one of the two stalls in the men's room on the floor of the building where I work has been broken. The little knob that screwed into the tongue was prone to fall off, and then
I was listening to Carly Simon's "You're So Vain" just now, and for some reason one of the backup singers on the chorus caught my ear. After a couple of more choruses, I was sure I was hearing Mick Jagger. Google to the rescue.
Hendrik Hertzberg's "Talk of the Town" piece on Harriet Miers is well worth reading in full. It concludes: Sinking Miers's nomination would give Democrats the satisfaction of dealing Bush a defeat while at the same time striking a blow against the intellectual degradation of
I received my page proofs for "Inclination," my Asimov's story, in the mail last night. Damn, ❦asphalteden, but you run a tight ship! I appreciate having precise instructions on how to mark the copy. Rereading parts of the story on the train this morning, there were
█████ and I, like many of you, are listening to the president nominate his White House counsel, who has never served as a judge, to the Supreme Court, and we are feeling angry and nauseated.
Call me an ice-veined flyer, but I really want to see both Red Eye and Flightplan. Had a chance to see the latter for free last week and missed it. Kicking self now.
Roger Ebert points out to us today that "The Greatest Game Ever Played was a game of golf, in case you thought your team might have been involved." Ha. █████ and I saw a preview screening of The Greatest Game Ever Played Monday night. Structurally it was a mess—
Our own ❦bobhowe, if you didn't know, can now have the descriptor anthologist extraordinaire prepended to his name, as in anthologist extraordinaire Robert J. Howe. If you don't know what I'm talking about, pop over to his place and get in line for some
Hey, ❦bobhowe informs me that another of my submissions made it to Overheard in New York. Cool.
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