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Last week, I was email­ing with a friend– she was hav­ing a hard time, and I sent her this poem.  I was minded of it again this morn­ing, on my drive back from the Trader Joe’s, as I was pick­ing up a house­warm­ing gift for our hosts for a week­end away.
Mary Oliver’s “Mind­ful”, from Why I […]

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It was early– 10 am in the morn­ing– and I had bright, gor­geous esca­role in my bas­ket.  I’d bought lamb shoul­der meat for this recipe and I was dressed if not to the nines, then, well, per­haps to at least eight and a half in a batik-print skirt, navy twin­set and san­dals.  I’d even put […]

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Well, since my last post, it hasn’t quite been boils, fell beasts and death– but there have been a vari­ety of dra­mas and ail­ments.  To acknowl­edge the hard times of late, my Bet­ter Half bought me a present on what was– for me– not a Good Fri­day at all.
Pics, ’cause it hap­pened.
But wait.  There is more.  […]

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… Then who is the Unknown
Who answers for our fear
As if it were His own,
So that we reply
Till the day we die:
“No, I don’t know why,
But I’m glad I’m here?”
from Auden’s For the Time Being, A Christ­mas Ora­to­rio, The Vision of the Shep­herds, Part II.
Merry Christ­mas, friends.
I’m glad you’re here.

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The Back­street Boys have a new song! Why did nobody tell me this until I was lis­ten­ing to the Top 40 radio sta­tion in my car?!?
Yes, I AM totally seri­ous about being excited. I am unashamed about my love for the Back­street Boys, Brit­ney Spears, and Kelly Clark­son. I will have you know […]

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Here’s a piece in the NYT about the seltzer deliv­ery­man of Brook­lyn, who fell and hurt him­self, depriv­ing two hun­dred cus­tomers of actual hand-pushed seltzer, com­plete in antique seltzer con­tain­ers.  And this is why I love the NYT, even when some­times their slip in edi­to­r­ial stan­dards sends me, weep­ing and click­ing, to the Guardian.co.uk site.  […]

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Your week­end moment of Zen is brought to you by the Bet­ter Half, who poured me my FOURTH glass of pros­ecco not long ago.
It’s true– once the bub­bles are gone, it’s no good.
Wish­ing you all a fizzy week­end with no hangovers.

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The hus­band upgraded the ver­sion of Word­press I use yes­ter­day, which involved a fair amount of cussing at the site host server– #&*&%^&%$ timed logouts and non-intuitive lay­out and fucked up con­tra­dic­tory upload and ftp client server sec­tions, GoDaddy can Yo Mama as far as the BH is con­cerned– and then a cer­tain amount of […]

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I wanted to use the Yid­dish term Bubbe yes­ter­day– when I googled it, this was the num­ber one page-ranked result– an actual guy’s Bubbe, giv­ing lessons in kosher cui­sine on You Tube. (Teh You Tubes for you younger kids.) I haven’t watched it all the way through, but it just kills me in […]

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It’s Gay Pride week­end here in Boston– today was the parade and tomorrow’s the AIDS Walk.  The sec­tion of Boston we live in has a nice share of gay and les­bian res­i­dents and all day today we’ve seen peo­ple in super­hero and other rain­bow col­ored cos­tumes walk­ing down our street to the T Sta­tion.  As […]

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