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Well, I broke another one. While I was nannying sweet B for those six months, I managed to do in most of the dozen wine glasses H and A got as a wedding gift. I don’t know why…I’d never been … Continue reading
Yearly Archives: 2010
A really interesting article in yesterday’s New York Times about archiving digital material, featuring Salmon Rushdie and Emory University, my niece R’s alma mater. “…archivists are finding themselves trying to fend off digital extinction at the same time that they … Continue reading
There was a crew of us here tonight to enjoy an especially engaging sweet B: grandparents, great-grandfather, and great-godparents (if that isn’t a thing, it should be). She called each of us by name, modeled her new shoes, demonstrated her … Continue reading
I had my first nice-weather shuffle of the year yesterday. It will get cold and snowy again before spring really arrives, but we’re all beginning to get that annual feeling that winter will, finally, eventually, one of these days, not … Continue reading
Earl “Fatha” Hines’ long version of Don’t Get Around Much Anymore just came around on an iTunes playlist, and it reminded me of hearing it last year via Heartland Radio as I prepared black bean burritos to H and A’s … Continue reading
There’s a brief passage in Patrick O’Brian’s Wine Dark Sea , in which Jack Aubrey’s “ill-faced, ill-tempered, atrabilious, shrewish” steward, Preserved Killick, decides to add a little something extra to the drops he’s applying to his captain’s wounded eye. “Why,” … Continue reading
If I had gone on that New Zealand trip, I’d be getting home today: fit, tanned (or at least nicely burned), and full of beans. Instead, I’m a flabby, pasty-faced, crabby, slug. But as Brooklyn fans used to say every … Continue reading
There’s an article in this morning’s New York Times about the uproar caused by the new Google Buzz’s grabbing of Gmail’s address book information. To many users—even those used to the pervasive sharing of info on services like Facebook and … Continue reading
The other repetitive musical event of the past weekend was the Beatles’ “Yellow Submarine.” That same not-to-be-named person had comforted B by singing it to her during the previous week, and the short “we all live…” phrase (“ee ah ih”) … Continue reading
Between the titanic struggles of a first haircut and a last-minute trimming of the toenails, we spent a wonderful few days with sweet B, her mama and dada, and—of course— Jasper the Wonderdog. We had a well-bundled walk, some de-bundled … Continue reading