And on a completely other topic: Teppy, that's not only amazingly cool, you've managed to make me seriously think--for a moment, anyway--about actually getting a tattoo. Still not doing it because of the needles and the phobia, but that is incredibly cool.

But what if you volunteer and find out that you're "is" or "of"?

But what if you volunteer and find out that you're "is" or "of"?

What if you're a comma, and you should have been a semicolon?

bonny, I got the email and we should be there! We're hoping for no thunderstorms so we can have dinner at one of the sidewalk cafes, too. Will you join us?

Sparky, I have an obligation after the workshop but I could sit with you guys for a drink first. It will be great to see you again.

I would totally get "is" tattooed on me.

Allyson, K is not feeling great (and frankly neither is Mr. Man) so she's gonna stay home with Noah tonight.

I'm reading the preview of the NYT Magazine for next week. The big article is on the division of labor in families, particularly looking at families that do a more equal division.

It's sort of freaking me out.

I know the Kool-Aid phrase came from the Jonestown suicides, but as with most things, I do believe it's been softened over the intervening time. It now means something closer to having been swayed by an appealing idea or someone's personality, you'll follow their example.

Yeah, I hated being told I drank the Kool-Aid not because of the original context, but because I resent any implication that I'm some kind of idiot who's been swayed by powerful oratory and who didn't use my brain in deciding to vote for Obama. My own mother thinks people supporting Obama are just too young and inexperienced to realize that a president really doesn't have the power to accomplish that much. Me: "Mom, I'm 37! What do you want to do, raise the voting age to 40?" Her: "I wasn't talking about YOU."

So, apparently the not getting up thing I've experienced on subways here extends to the theater. My sister got tickets to Hairspray for last night and the women at the end of the row didn't get up to let us by to our seats. And by no stretch of the imagination was there room to get by--even for my skinny 10-year old niece! The most hilarious part was that they looked very perplexed that we were bumping into them. Also, people now eat at the theater. WTF??

ION, Hairspray is very fun.

I would love to be "is," actually.

I did hear, at the beginning of the only debate I ever listened to, both Clinton and Obama in their opening speeches say, "I believe I'm the strongest candidate and the one who will make the best President, but my opponent is also great and if I don't make it to November I expect my supporters to throw all their strength behind him/her." That was spectacular, and made my heart flutter for both of them.

I know! The beginning of the primary race was so friendly and supportive and happy-making! Which is why it was SO disappointing when it turned ugly. Because it didn't have to be that way.

Bah. A few minutes ago I almost got hit by a truck. The guy was at a red light trying to make a right turn while I was crossing the street. He started pulling forward and I jumped/ran out of the way as he hit the brakes.

Scary--take care of yourself out there, tommyrot!

That driver is lucky you're not one of the undercover pedestrian cops who are doing stings to catch just that kind of driver. They nailed over 100 people last weekend (I think it was) even though they had announced in the media where exactly they were going to have the sting set up.

for lunch today - leftovers from dinner last night here: [link]

asparagus, scallops and mango-apple chutney. No mashed potatoes because I ate them all last night. nom.

and now I will exercise and pretend that I stuck to my diet.