Amy, I'm glad you had such a lovely day.
You know, my big sister could really beat the crap out of her. I mean, really really.
Dawn ,'Storyteller'
Natter 73: Chuck Norris only wishes he could Natter
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, butt kicking, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
WindSparrow - Apr 06, 2015 5:08:49 pm PDT #23836 of 30000
Love is stronger than death and harder than sorrow. Those who practice it are fierce like the light of stars traveling eons to pierce the night.
Ginger - Apr 06, 2015 5:14:32 pm PDT #23837 of 30000
"It didn't taste good. It tasted soooo horrible. It tasted like....a vodka martini." - Matilda
Many small Southern towns had a "Jew store," some dating back to the era of Jewish peddlers. There's a good, but ultimately sad, memoir, i The Jew Store, about one in Tennessee. The small town were I went to high school had one, Friedlander's, which had grown beyond its humble origins to be the only building in town with an elevator. The nearest synagogue was 40 miles away. In addition to the extended Friedlander family, the only other Jewish person in town ran the shoe store. He and my mother bonded over shoes and outsiderness. She teased him about settling down, and he once responded, "Who would I marry?"
When Calvin Trillin was covering the Civil Rights movement in the South, on occasion local Jews realized he would be the 10th man in the area and hastily put together a service.
Amy - Apr 06, 2015 5:24:34 pm PDT #23838 of 30000
Because books.
When Calvin Trillin was covering the Civil Rights movement in the South, on occasion local Jews realized he would be the 10th man in the area and hastily put together a service.
Wow. Never thought about that.
My day really was lovely. And my tattoo is on the inside of my right wrist: Write your own ending.
Burrell - Apr 06, 2015 5:26:04 pm PDT #23839 of 30000
Why did Darth Vader cross the road? To get to the Dark Side!
Happy birthday Amy!
WindSparrow - Apr 06, 2015 5:35:10 pm PDT #23840 of 30000
Love is stronger than death and harder than sorrow. Those who practice it are fierce like the light of stars traveling eons to pierce the night.
Keep believing, keep pretending....
-t - Apr 06, 2015 7:10:25 pm PDT #23841 of 30000
I am a woman of various inclinations and only some of the time are they to burn everything down in frustration
Good one, Amy!
OK, that was, in fact, a workshop and not a meeting, and a pretty good one. Glad I went. If nothing else, I stuck my oar in for more/better bike paths and walkways, and championed production/retail combos (cabinet making shop, perhaps another small brewery, etc) and argued against high-priced condos along every inch of the waterfront. So that's something.Two more meetings this month (and I think they are actually meetings) I don't know if I can manage those. We'll see.
shrift - Apr 07, 2015 3:53:20 am PDT #23842 of 30000
"You can't put a price on the joy of not giving a shit." -Zenkitty
I'm on my way to my office because I have an 8:30am class. The class lasts three hours. But hey, at least I legitimately can ignore my inbox all morning?
-t - Apr 07, 2015 4:24:00 am PDT #23843 of 30000
I am a woman of various inclinations and only some of the time are they to burn everything down in frustration
Always knew shrift had a lot of class.
Sorry, sorry, low-hanging fruit.
It's raining and I am sorely tempted to work from home. Actually, I am tempted to stay home and read murder mysteries, maybe make some soup, so I'd best go into the office where I will actually work. Sigh.
shrift - Apr 07, 2015 4:38:55 am PDT #23844 of 30000
"You can't put a price on the joy of not giving a shit." -Zenkitty
The instructor hasn't shown up yet, so I'm distinctly lacking in class.
msbelle - Apr 07, 2015 4:41:01 am PDT #23845 of 30000
I remember the crazy days. 500 posts an hour. Nubmer! Natgbsb
Gotta love boss coming in and asking status on something that I had emailed him at 8:30am yesterday.
He's so stressed, the office energy is not great. None of it is toward me, but still.
Home energy is a giant ball of negative with surly teenager and the non-communicative angst of doom.
I think I might need to start meditation or yoga.