Vendredi 15 juillet 2005 Our last full day in Paris, and the last full day of our trip. Rise with the dawn, walk our tired asses up Avenue Bourdonnaise to the Eiffel Tower. Zip zip to the top! among the first batches of the day, keeping a close eye for
Brief squibs from Paris. I returned to our hotel yesterday evening somewhat ahead of the pack, owing to a slight, er, traveler's malady. As I entered, the concierge said to me, "The nomination is for London!" I said, "Bonnes nouvelles pour tout le monde!"
It's not like I have insomnia or anything, but I'm pretty sleepy and am just trying to keep my eyes open until my flight boards in an hour or so. I'm sitting in the departure lounge at Sea-Tac, empty Starbucks cafe latte (grande) cup
What a weekend █████ and I just had! We arrived back late last night from three days in beautiful Aiken, South Carolina. We were invited by our dear friend Shana, who lives here in the city and was going home for the annual Aiken Steeplechase, an afternoon of horseracing that is
By the way, the surprise Christmas adventure was to Disney World in Florida. A good time was had by all!
Wedding pics now available! https://www.shunn.net/eggs/wedding/ There are no captions yet, but most of the pictures speak for themselves.
Well, I'm just back from a four-day trip to Arizona, so if you've been expecting email from me, that probably why you don't have any. I returned to discover an awfully nice gift—my short story "The Practical Ramifications of Interstellar Packet Loss&
(NEW YORK CITY, UPI) Funeral services were held Thursday night for well-loved Siamese fighting fish Frankenfurter Fishenheimer, who passed away earlier that day, presumably of old age. Fishenheimer, known as "Frank" to family and friends, had resided with █████ ███████ of Manhattan for the fifteen months prior to his passage.
For you BOX fans out there, I just got a very nice email from Rose Thomson, who tells me that they'll be playing February 17th at Mercury Lounge. Appropriately, one can get there by taking the F train to Second Avenue. Of course, just my luck, I'
So last week █████ thought I had died again. Here's what happened: As we were saying goodnight on the phone, she offered to call me at seven in the morning to make sure I was awake, since she knows I often sleep through my alarm clock. This is not
Between me, safe in my seat on this bus, And the decadent majesty of the salmon-red cliffs of eastern Utah, A ghost landscape stands sentinel, As if etched into the glass by a cadre of capering goblins. The residue of a hasty window washing— Loops and whorls of dirt left
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