In keeping with my semi-vow of writing LJ posts I am sat here (as any number of modern British writers would put it and is that really how they speak/write in England these days?) with Myrna while Eli is out for a run, and Gradka, worryingly, cleans her bottom. It's worrying because my day started when I woke to realize that there was a vile smell ( Read more... )

Via a New Yorker facebook post.

The Drum Major Instinct

At his house and in a month.

And also this: the official website

Even after I received the Pulitzer Prize, my father reminded me that writing stories was not something to count on, and that I must always be prepared to earn my living in some other way. It's sort of rambling, this New Yorker piece, but there's just something so damned engaging about Ms. Lahiri. Her father sounds like fun, too ( Read more... )

Home sick and listening to Bernie Sander's filibuster. I think that he's just taking the opportunity for a good long rant.

I'm oddly cranky--I think the series of nights and days out are getting to me and I really just need a quiet day of cutting up raspberry canes and, I don't know, maybe doing some laundry; that's pretty much the plan for tomorrow, anyway, and I hope it will do the trick ( Read more... )

Zombie Sears

The "comments" section contains the best entries: The Literary Sandwich: A List and A Quest from The New Yorker

Honestly, I'm not sure how I feel about the much vaunted Health Care Reform bill. It seems like it's a weak piece of half-assed compromise. But sometimes one just feels like Mal and wants to say, "Yeah, but she's our witch and you can't burn her" and, more to the point, it seems even more idiotic for attorneys general to squander more money and ( Read more... )

"Beautiful moon, moon of the eve-en-ing!"