February 2010
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On the bus, watch our reflection / On the bus, I...
dans le 38 : a woman in a black and white Cruella de Vil-inspired coat, red-framed sunglasses (at night).
dans le 26 : a woman with defiant eyes, holding up a 5x10sized mirror to other passengers, daring us to look at what we’ve become.
dans le 69 : a woman clutching a bulky walkman, fast-forwarding, fast-forwarding.
December 2009
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November 2009
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October 2009
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Some more rain in the night & a little this morning. Some sunny periods, & not cold. Finished the flower garden. Planted two rows cabbage (36 plants). Cleared the place where the gooseberries are to go (it is too early to move them yet). Made experimentally a few briquettes of coal dust & clay. If successful will make a mould & a sieve for making them on a larger scale. Evidently...
September 2009
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Watchold-timey toy displayed in La Pedrera
This was one of the very few times I took out the camera during my short holiday in Barcelona, which mostly involved but the sand, the sea, and the drink. (Needless to say, was more than a bit wistful returning home.)
August 2009
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July 2009
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Happy Fourth of July, folks, from a Jersey girl...
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All he needs is a good stone.
This episode, during which a small part of me died, was a revelation: It was the first time anyone had asked me to prove that I could do the job I was applying for. All the answers and explanations, all the words about what I could do, were irrelevant. It was put up or shut up, and as I packed up my things to leave, Lloyd said the damnedest thing. He was a jeweler, he said. He could recognize a...
June 2009
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May 2009
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“You Beat Me to the Punch,” Mary...
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ear crystals and fireballs.
A snippet of conversation with Little Boss…
Me: Doctor said something moving around in my ear(?) is causing the vertigo. Little Boss: Aahhh ouaaiiiii, les cristaux dans l’oreille! (crystals in the ear!) Me (thinking I misheard): Huh? Little Boss: The ear crystals. Me: I didn’t understand. Crystals? Little Boss: You know, crystals in your inner ear. You get them, and suddenly...
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printanière.
After suffering for more than a week with a bout of vertigo (and how does one, out of the blue, get hit with a bout of vertigo? what a preposterous malady), I finally arrived at work in high spirits this morning. My co-worker said that I seemed rather printanière today. And now I’ve decided to become a fille printanière— a sprightly, springtime kind of gal. Can I just decide that? Or is it no use...
en l'honneur du 1er mai...
One afternoon a roving band of 30 teenagers stopped traffic on the Champs-Elysées, marching toward the Arc de Triomphe, followed by a battalion of 60 police officers in riot gear, marching in rows of two. I asked a French co-worker what the kids were celebrating. He squinted, looking into the sun. “That it’s May,” he said. “That they’re French, that they’re young. You will not...
April 2009
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Ah so.
les-francophile:
czupcaks:
So French people do totally say Ooh la la. But they don’t just say it in that saucy French maid way you’d expect. The other day on our street there was a car stuck behind a delivery van, and the car driver lost his cool and started to honk obnoxiously for about a minute. The swarthy fellow in the van leaned out and replied, conversationally: ooh la la la. At a café a...
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“When Grace Coolidge saw her future husband for the first time, he was half...”
– The Dos and Don’ts of I-Do’ing: Proposing the Presidential Way
Won’t someone please draw this picture for me?
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THE WOMAN WHO TURNED DOWN A DATE WITH A CHERRY...
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March 2009
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