March 29, 2018
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March 26, 2018
I guess you have to be old enough to figure this out. I remember when I realized that nothing was more responsible for my good marriage than my bad memory. Or as I put it in My Marriage A to Z, under the heading "Memory, Bad": Thanks to which, neither of us can remember for long the other's sins, wrongdoings and crimes. Why was I so angry in 1999? I have no idea! I do remember that we decided—consciously and unconsciously—that we're together no matter what.
March 25, 2018
March 23, 2018
There's that dumb expression in baseball (& probably other sports): He came to play. Well, didn't everyone come to play? But that was my first thought about one of the young men last night, Michael Calvin. He had his game plan, which was to hit hard and constantly, & it wasn't going to be interrupted by anything, least of all his opponent. Who gave up 55 seconds into the second round, the only fight that didn't go the full three rounds.
The best fight was the last, two actual fighters, with footwork and strategy. Dzhonibek Nazriev was somewhat the better fighter, but Michael Hughes had heart & definitely won the second round. I thought it could go either way, & it was the only split decision, with Nazriev winning.
I know boxing is frowned upon, but (more…)
March 22, 2018
Really, the loveliest snow ever. Giant flakes, no wind, like Hollywood snow.
A few of my friends were happy—about as many as bitched about snow in Spring.
It wasn't even cold. (more…)
March 21, 2018
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~ William Jennings Bryan, from "America's Mission" speech at the Washington Day banquet given by the Virginia Democratic Association, Washington, D.C., 1899
No irony today!
I do want to note that my home state of South Dakota (more…)
March 18, 2018
March 16, 2018
Announcing it here, mostly to myself, so that I type 'em up & post any good ones.
I know there's some good lines.
And off I go. Another too-busy day!
March 15, 2018
So I did laundry instead.
Yesterday & today.
Yesterday a bunch of towels that got soaked at my office because my water pitcher (tossed!) was leaking. Today my laundry from home.
I guess I'll go to the gym now, as I still have a few articles to write or edit.
March 14, 2018
I can't say nothin' to them.
~ 1st Street, west of First Avenue, 9:30 p.m.
Is he talking to me?
March 13, 2018
"It's a Joe Brainaird," the young woman says.
"It sure is," the young man says. "A Joe Brainard for sure."
I am so excited I almost stop them. I don't. A no brainer.
March 12, 2018
The Economist credits Burns with this line & who am I to fact-check them. It feels very profound right now, in the midst of so much chaos. How do I resist an avalanche?
March 11, 2018
The vapors weep their burthen to the ground,
Man comes and tills the field and lies beneath,
And after many a summer dies the swan.
Are there more perfect lines than these, which open Tennyson's "Tithonus"? So why is his work barely available? Even the Strand (more…)
March 9, 2018
EN: Go to hell.... Which books on the floor? there's those & those. And those.
EN: I'll get rid of the books when you get rid of the coatrack.
JS: Books first then coatrack. ... I'll get another coatrack.
EN: I'll get more books.
JS: Go to hell.
March 8, 2018
"$75 with codgee," the receptionist said.
"$75 with codgee."
What's codgee, some special fancy treatment? How much without codgee? (more…)
March 7, 2018
March 6, 2018
Would you like a bag of compost? she asked.
I recoiled! No! Why would I want a bag of compost?! (Whatever that is, come to think of it.) (more…)
March 5, 2018
The Master and Margarita is the favorite book of many people I know. Me, I've never read it, but I like this quote. If you find the right pace, you can do everything you want & need to, but feeling frantic makes it impossible to do much at all.
March 4, 2018
March 2, 2018
The text of the plaque: (more…)
March 1, 2018
I wish I could tell you why these "mini crunch bars" are so awful. Maybe just because they are far too crunchy? Nothing like worrying you'll break a tooth to dampen one's pleasure.
Which makes me think about the time years ago when I was editing fiction for Woman's World & someone submitted a story with the line: "it only served to wet my appetite, which was already damp."