Whoops. CEO's assistant just forwarded to me and my boss an email from a client to CEO explaining a project we need to write up for him. And somehow neglected to delete this little gem from the closing of the email:

Don't much like being yelled at even if you consider it a virtue. m.

Ouch. Not many of his clients' who'd dare go that far even.

Dana, this probably won't help: Now Iraqi women can be STONED to DEATH for adultery! Thank BUSH!

Now Tom, nobody anticipated fudamentalist Islamists coming to power if Hussein was removed.

Try this instead -- New Yorker interview with a fortune cookie writer (from last year):

At first, the writing came easily. Finding inspiration in sources ranging from the I Ching to the Post, Lau cranked out three or four maxims a day, between scrutinizing spreadsheets and monitoring the company’s inventory of chow mein. “I’d be on the subway and look up at the signs and think, Hey, that would make a great fortune,” he said. (One such adage: “Beware of odors from unfamiliar sources.”)

Why bottled water is bad, evidently written by someone who's not tasted the water around here.

hair appt. and mani/pedi are booked.

Doing things like this doesn't seem like effort to me. My day will look like this:

10am wake up
11:30 leave the house (read on subway)
12:45 hair appt.
2:00 lunch at diner then subway downtown
3:00 mani/pedi
5:00 go see Capote (just decided)
7:00 meet brother

The longest I have to walk is an avenue and a half, and most of the day will be sitting and relaxing.

How on early do you open a two-liter of pop that refuses to budge when confronted with pliers?

Sounds like a perfect day, Msbelle!

How on early do you open a two-liter of pop that refuses to budge when confronted with pliers?

Shake and heat it until it explodes. Not saying this is the best method.

poke a hole in it.