Archive for August, 2005



This girl is exhausted

Published on 17 August 2005

I should preface this by saying how very much I love my friends and am overjoyed by their happiness and various newish life circumstances: a new house, an impending marriage, a small and wriggly baby. I really am. And I want to be the kind of person who can isolate whatever personal angst is bugging […]


I wish it were TIAA-CREF

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It’s been a strange several days of sleeplessness, stress, and finally, stasis. Sunday, I finally phoned and confronted my mom about her health problems. She downplayed the severity of the transient ischemic attack (TIA) my brother told me had occured about two weeks ago, but described a loss of vision in her right eye for […]


Razza, and oh yes, a side order of frazza

Published on 14 August 2005

Good morning. It is 6:57 a.m. on a Sunday and I have been awake for an hour and a half. And no, it is not because I need to get gussied up for church, nor have I been baking a flotilla of muffins for when my honey wakes up. Last night I tried popping a […]


SP6!

Published on 13 August 2005

This week I signed up for Secret Pal 6, as you can no doubt tell by the button over there. I’m all antsy wondering who I’ll get to start buying prezzies for. (Any knitters/crocheters with online journals should seriously consider signing up — the deadline is 3 September. And who doesn’t like suprise packages waiting […]


The eaves, they are a-dropping

Published on 11 August 2005

My latest minor obsession has been checking in on Overheard in Philly, New York City, and the office. As an incorrigible eavesdropper and lover of found stuff, the frequently scandalous soundbites are like the Dippin’ Dots of the Interweb.
Speaking of Found, I finished Davy Rothbart’s first fiction-type publication this week and pretty much adored it. […]