archives for Thursday 21 October 2004
bugger, bugger, bugger.
Thursday 21 October 2004 | I like a cookie
Why is it that the first Internet appearance of one’s once-spouse, now acting independently of one, should be so ghastly? Even though relatively innocuous (not, say, an online wedding photo album, or streaming Nobel Prize acceptance speech)? Dismayed, I shall arise and go now, not to Innisfree but to Denny’s.
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hey mom look at us we’re blogging!
Thursday 21 October 2004 | I like a cookie
So I’ve read all Mandarin’s lovely posts, saturated with cinnamon porridge and stealthily removed lawn furniture (who knew Madeleine Albright could be so funny?! what is she, the stand-up SOS?); and while it’s good to know Dr. Melfi is human and not the uber-the(raped)ist, still—still. I can’t believe Mandarin is being Rolfed AND therapized all [...]
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all up in arms
Thursday 21 October 2004 | I like a cookie
Herself has me all riled and indignant over this well-intentioned but to me patronizing email, sic: So happy abt yr godmother. A great blessing. The meeting [with HH in Dharamsala] goes well. Amazing what ‘plastic’ creatures we are. Even nurturing changes our genes. And our brains, the hipocampus, produces neurons throughout our life. More to [...]
