no idea. The Queens one does not, but you can get a car service there totake you home with all the stuffage.
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You mean they make it easy to order a car while you're there?
I'm thinking bamboo plant is a little morbid for a birthday.
I bet they don't deliver, bon. But honestly, unless you're buying furniture, you can really lug a ton of shit on the train if you don't have to go too far on either end, which you won't. Mmm....target.
Jars, I'd like to read that essay of yours. As an anthropologist interested in the development of agrarian societies.
Would this [link] be a tacky bereavement gift?I think it is lovely. And would personally appreciate it if given at a time like that. It's simple and will continue to live, which I think it is a key message at a time like that.
Waiting to see if Robin gets steam cleaning advice since I should do that to the carpet here.
Jars, I'd like to read that essay of yours. As an anthropologist interested in the development of agrarian societies.
Oh I'm fairly sure you don't. It's not making a huge amount of sense at the moment. I just can't figure out a useful way to structure it. And it's only two thousand words, which I think makes me an idiot.
I can point out a few papers I'm finding useful, if you'd like?
While I wait for inspiration for my friend's bday, at least I just made a couple of bars of soap.
I would love to rent one of those steam cleaners, but the transportation is a PITA for no-car me.
Would this [link] be a tacky bereavement gift?
Walt Whitman would probably approve:
What do you think has become of the young and old men?
And what do you think has become of the women and children?
They are alive and well somewhere;
The smallest sprout shows there is really no death;
And if ever there was, it led forward life, and does not wait at the end to arrest it,
And ceas’d the moment life appear’d.
All goes onward and outward—nothing collapses;
And to die is different from what any one supposed, and luckier.
Jars, I'd rather wait for you to do all the work for me distill the information.
You could try telling it like a story...
Walt Whitman would probably approve
Nice.
Bamboo has been ordered. Hopefully the poetry snippet I put on the card will read with the right tone and the florist won't include anything that blatantly says "Lucky Bamboo."