listings for wholesale lots of TSA-confiscated sunglasses and reading glasses.
Being able to read makes Terrorists far more dangerous, as they can bring their Ninja Handbooks aboard and study how to take out the entire flight crew using an airline sleep mask as a garrotte.
I'm still not sure why one enantiomer is awesome and the other one (Celexa) makes me heavy-drugged-sleepy, but I'm glad I found the awesome one.
The way my dispensing psych explained it to me is that the formulation of Celexa is a slower release which, for some people, makes them groggier. Oddly, my daughter found that Celexa was less groggy making than Lexapro. Brains is different stuff.
Tom beat me to it: all I could think of was Z.
Prayers, or good thoughts, or light, or what have you. We're adding our mite out here in the west, thinking of Soren and of Velma. May this resolve quickly and he be home where he wants to be.
Dammit.
Another glass lifted here.
I'm old enough that, when the wall fell, it seemed like the end of an entire world of thinking and belief; I rode through East Germany on a bus in 1976; we stopped in Berlin, and the differences between East and West were startling to an American kid. The idea that that difference was gone--just like that--knocked me over.
I will say, watching the video of people waiting to go through the gate, that I felt a little sorry for the poor guards, left out in the night with not much guidance and a job they were supposed to do...
Zander @4: make more room in the boat. I know the academic arguments about Mary Shelley commenting on intellectual arrogance and arrogating to oneself the powers of God, but...what you said. Frankenstein is about taking responsibility for what you've done, whether you father a child in the traditional manner or create one out of spare parts.
I don't suppose it's occurred to Rovell that it's damned hard work being "technically American?" My grandmother wound up here at 14, learned English while she worked, didn't learn to read English (although she was fluent in Russian and Yiddish) until she was married and had kids. Had to assimilate in a very different world, a much larger world than she'd grown up in in Ukraine. Similarly, Keflezighi arrived here as a young teen, plonked into a culture very different from the one he was used to; language, education, all that, different. So what does he do? Assimilates. Picks up a sport. Goes to college. Keeps running (in America). Then gets treated like Spearchucker Jones in M*A*S*H.
Rovell is a class A dolt.
I (another middle aged woman) can generally get help at Home Depot if I need it--but "help" is a relative term, as the new generation of workers don't seem to know too much about what they have or where. I pity the idiot who ignores Teresa in full chin-out-hauteur mode...
I will note that my 19-year-old has been told, at her part time job at a chain pharmacy, that she is a little too personable when she's working at the register; people want to tell her about their days, their relationships, their athlete's foot, and it slows the line down. Somewhere there is surely a happy medium. But at least my kid, after hearing years of me complaining about bad service, understands the principle of being cheerily available to the shoppers at her store.*
*she probably knows I'd beat her, else.
Jon Singer is ageless! But happy birthday, regardless. Hope there is cake and great rejoicing.
The minute I heard about this I thought about you. It has Teresa written all over it. In uncial.
And my God, the work on some of those pieces is gorgeous.
Schwartz: "It's been a few years, but not that many, since I was closely associated with preadolescent boys..."
The wonder is that he'd start out by admitting that. I thought he was going in for a dramatic confession. Or maybe he was?
I'm a fan of bicycle helmets because our pediatrician, after a particularly bad experience with a kid who wasn't wearing one, saw me the next day and, um, vented. I'm also a fan of seat belts. Haven't stopped riding bicycles or driving cars, that I've noticed.
As you know, Bob, I am occasionally told that my stubborn insistence that my children, like, use public transportation without me in attendance (with an UZI and a large bodyguard named Rolf) is, like, child abuse. When I point out that having some experience in negotiating the place where they live actually breeds confidence, self-reliance, creative critical thinking, and allows me to get some work done, I am looked upon with horror. Granted, I worked up to all this license gradually; I didn't start forcing the kid to go to school on her own until she was in 5th grade. If I were really hard core I would have made her walk to kindergarten all alone, in the snow, uphill both ways.
You have a great commute, by the by.
Wow. He did deserve better, not because he was Alan Turing and Britain owed him a debt, but because he was a citizen of a country that treated him horribly.
Damn. Homesick morning.
"If an administrator suspects a student of unruly behavior..."
Suspects. Suspects?
"James! Stop dipping that girl's pigtails in the inkwell and give me your MySpace password right now!"
Holy hat.
Amen. Just going to the family memorial site and reading the various tributes from persons great and not-so-great got me teary. When I lived and voted in Massachusetts, I always felt good that this man was representing me and what I wanted the world to be.
You know, if someone had told me 15 years ago when I was working for Tom Doherty that, at some point in the future, that photo would exist, I would have been...startled, to say the least.
Wish I could be there, but am enjoying the stories.
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