The most recent 20 comments posted to Making Light by claire:

Jim, thanks for reminding folks of the rules of the road. Not that we need this, right?

Did this once. Well, not the movie but The Day. That was enough for me to last a lifetime.

Have heard the movie was good in its own way but don't have the stomach for it.

Up the west side of the island if I can, onto the West Side highway and then over the small, mostly overlooked tiny bridge near the tip of the island that crosses into the Bronx. And straight on until morning...

--claire (who is now going to check the jump bag in the office and recheck the one at home later)

Did they move the border lines in Derby? I have had the pleasure of reading in two countries (thank you, Jim, for the tip!) and would be sad if one could no longer do this. And what a nightmare for traffic...

--claire

Wheeeeeeeee! What a wonderful thing to wake up to.

I can't wait to see the object...and the grinning boy holding it.

--claire

#104: There is a wonderful on-line community here in New York called Freecyle. Folks post the stuff that they need/stuff that they want to get rid of...and folks post sites on curb-side stuff that they see and don't want. Kinda like Craig's list but no money changes hands. It's all part of the "nothing should go to waste" gig.

--claire

#74 Clifton Royston:

"It is very telling that this group can turn a discussion about micron-scale filtering into a discussion about libraries, bookstores, and love of language in less than 30 posts. I love this place.

I read my wife a few choice quotes. At one point, she paused and said: "While we're having this discussion, part of me at the back of my mind is acting as the Observer and noting that anyone who walked in here would either think we're insane or be completely lost."

My conversation with my fifteen year old son this morning involved Homer/The Odyssey (which he is reading for school) and why "The Simpsons" was the perfect way to get people involved in the story because everyone needs to Get Storytelling. I suddenly had that moment--most people never have this kind of conversation in their lives, much less on an ordinary Sunday morning while making breakfast.

And I can't wait to try Ms. T's concoctions...

--claire (who is busily babysitting several fruitcakes)

Glad to see you guys are back on line.

--claire

As one who is part of the last gasp of the Boomer wave I have caved in and just recently sent the dreaded AARP thing in. I am going to be one of those cranks with the pitchforks...

--claire

I hate hate hate my tin foil hat. It doesn't go with anything and it gets tighter by the day.

When can I take it off?

--claire

"Selective futurism". Thank you, Mr. Ford.

I am old too. I once lived in a world where I could read all the SF that came out every month and was hip to all that jazz.

I live in the Future now.

I still want my zepplin...but my 15 year old son could possibly live to 120 if he is lucky and his DNA holds out (so sez he according to his studies at school).

--claire

As your fella has said, "In her former life she was a chef!"

I salute you. Mind you, the stuff would kill me but it sounds great...

--claire

Once again, Mr. Jim, you da man.

On top of all the wonderful advice I would add one more technological wonder that has saved me.

A couple of years back I was complaining bitterly about the New York summer and the hell that is the New York city subway system to my fella.

Two days later a package arrived in my office, containing a Sharper Image cooling unit.

At least for me, this bloody thing works. It is essentially a mini AC unit. You fill the side chambers with water, put it around your neck, and turn on the fan unit. It sends cool air to your jugular...and your body temperature goes down, cooling your blood. I actually feel cooler than the air around me.

The thing originally sold for $100. The latest Sharper Image catalog has it down to $29.

Nope, no global warming. Nothing to see here...and no corporations understanding that they have a product that they can sell to the masses because there is No Global Warming...

--claire

Oh Mighty Woman :)

Sounds like it was a swell party. They were just being good neighbors. And they clearly like you.

You can get them back, you know. Just serve them large glasses of your lovely wicked citrus mixture. But given the fact that vodka must flow in their veins they may think of it as fruit punch...

Heal well, my friend.

Oh man. I sm so sorry. Arthur was a swell fellow and was a bright and shining soul. I'll miss the little guy...

Holy fucking crap. I am so sorry.

"Hatless, coatless, ungloved, and Not Acting My Age"

Oh goody, another tee-shirt! I want one for my birthday.

You go, girl.

Happy, happy, merry, merry

--claire (who is toddling off to bed while two young teenage boys videogame into the night)

Thank you, Teresa, for this post. And thanks to all for the wonderful ideas. I am now armed with several acorn squashes and much stuffing goodies and will happily be cooking for family who is threatening to show up at any moment...

--claire

I have been following this topic avidly the last few days and used most of the tips when I had to walk three and a half miles this morning because of the transit strike. Of course I couldn't find my leggings and ran into the "just jeans" problem.

You can bet leggings were puchased this afternoon for the long slog home tonight.

--claire (an old union girl who is mightily trying to sympathize and not freeze body parts off)

I know I am slightly mad about making fruitcake at this late date.

But if I make the fruitcake this weekend I might have something lovely by Twelfth Night. It won't be perfect but I am feeling like honoring my folks this year...

--claire

And for me, there is nothing that announces the start of the holidays like the smell of turkey soup in the making on the Sunday after the holiday.

I may even get ambitious and make my mom's fruitcake this week. Yeah I know, people, fruitcake, yuck. But hers is more medieval than anything else, no red or green thingies and you have to make it this week so you can soak it in an entire bottle of good sherry before Boxing Day. Yep, I think I will make the thing...

--claire

OK, I promised myself I would be good.

I lied.

So I had a dream the other night, induced by this thread. I am in a seedy old strip club. Cue up the “boom, chakka, boom” music. Out comes Ms. Teresa in a full PhD graduation robe. She walks up to the blackboard at the back of the stage and begins to make notations. She suddenly whirls and stalks to the front of the stage and says, “I KNOW you haven’t studied!” She then picks out guys and asks them questions for which they do not have the answers and brazenly walks up to one poor schnoock, pushes her glasses up her nose and purrs, “I bet you don’t even know what a dipthong is.” At that point a guy in the audience jumps up with a $100 bill in his hand and yells, “Disemvowel me Baby, I can take it!”

At which point I woke up giggling.

Words are wonderful things. And unlike people they don’t grow flabbly or get wrinkly if you leave them out in the rain (well if you want to quibble about that messy form of putting them in those book container things, go ahead and be my guest).

As some of my friends may or may not attest I am neither fat nor thin. But I will cop to being over 40. Hell, I’ll even go so far to say that I’m creeping ever so closer to the other end of the decade, so there. But just recently having had a brain scare I have always and continue to cherish that organ very much. And while certain body parts are a little creaky I’m not dead yet and the rest I leave up to the collective imagination of the universe and you can all mind your peas and parsnips.

The truth is, if we are lucky we survive to get old and wrinkly and some of us even figure out that it is our brains that help make us the sexiest critters on the planet.

Before I get off the soapbox, can I remind folks of the origins of this post and that our friends just went through a slight rehearshal of an episode of The Sopranos. A little slack here maybe?

--claire

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