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new little blog
I *think* I e-mailed everyone who actually still lurks around LJ, but if I did not, my apologies, and you haven't missed much yet, I promise ( Read more... ) -
what might be cooking.
Sitting where I am sitting, at the computer at my dining-room-table-desk, I can see one and one-half bookshelves of cookbooks. Not a lot, by foodie standards, but it's a happy little collection. A sampling:
Rachael Ray 365: No Repeats: A cookbook my mom gave me for Christmas five years ago. Whatever you think of Rachael Ray (I like her fine), it was ( Read more... ) -
Plans.
A month later, I can say with certainty something that I suspected would be true: getting fired was the best thing that could have possibly happened to me.
I have lost count of the number of people who have told me how much happier I seem. It's because I am happier, so much happier than I thought I would be. Every day that passes, I realize just ( Read more... ) -
the inevitable numbered entry.
1. I shall be brutally honest: I LOVE being unemployed. I love it. I am planning to stay unemployed until at least May. I am not kidding. I will start to look for a job when I get back from Hilton Head on 2/20, but I won't pursue it very vigorously. I just have a lot to do, a lot I want to get done. I also want to take some time to think seriously ( Read more... ) -
Oscars!
I remember doing this a few times before, so in honor of Tuesday's nominations (and I can already tell you that I whole-heartedly disagree with this ten best picture nominee nonsense), here are the eligible films I've actually seen:
Angels & Demons: Watched on DVD with my parents over Christmas. Tom Hanks phoned this in like no performance I've ever ( Read more... ) -
Well now.
I think everyone knows this by now, but I was fired on January 22, and it is pretty much the best thing to happen to me in a long time. I'm not exaggerating when I say that walking out of the conference room where I was officially fired, I felt euphoric. I went back to my desk to pack up my stuff and everyone else in my department sat with me and ( Read more... ) -
Argh. That's all. Just.... argh.
In what I am sure will be a surprise to no one, I am trying to find a new job. I've been applying at several non-profits, thinking that I can at least feed my soul a little bit while I figure out what the hell I'm doing with my life ( Read more... ) -
Whereupon my mind, being troubled, I desired to get beyond the seas.
I am going on this trip, in four days. I am ready to go on this trip. I need to go on this trip ( Read more... ) -
One of those things.
My boss, Catherine, died over the weekend. The details are not confirmed, but apparently she drowned trying to save someone who had fallen out of a boat in a pond on her property.
If you have ever heard me talk about Catherine -- and some of you have heard me talk about Catherine A LOT -- then 99% of what you heard was probably negative. My ( Read more... ) -
Entering the world.
I write poetry, Toby. That's how I enter the world.
Tabitha Fortis, "The U.S. Poet Laureate", The West Wing, Season 3 Episode 17
That line has stuck with me for years. Literally, years. Since it actually aired, in the spring of 2002, as I was preparing to move into the next phase of my life in DC.
I've had quite a few conversations about this recently ( Read more... )