Posts for April, 2006

April 29, 2006

Quiet

I’m not certain “quiet” is the right word, actually. Tumultuous, maybe. Tentative, definitely. Or, possibly, withdrawn. At the moment, withdrawn is an exceptional fit.
Withdrawn is not conducive to blogging. (Hence the drought from last Monday, and even that was a throw-away kind of post designed to fill space.)
In lieu of a real post, then, I’m [...]

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April 24, 2006

Summer movie preview (aka The cheater’s way out)

There are some blogs brewing in my head, but I haven’t had a chance to flesh them out yet, so here’s a quick-and-dirty one to fill space until my thoughts clear. (Too much to think about these days, non-linearly as always, which isn’t necessarily conducive to speed.)
I can’t remember the last movie I saw in [...]

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April 18, 2006

Lies and the lying liars who tell them

I got a ticket today for “not obeying traffic laws” when I turned from Baker St. onto Centennial Olympic Park Dr. It’s an odd intersection in that Baker is one-way, and COP is one-way, but the other side of Baker is two-way, which means they have a sign posted to clarify that you cannot take [...]

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When you’re too tired to sleep

That’s when you blog because you can’t sleep anyway, even though you should be since you spent the majority of the day walking around like the sludge at the bottom of somebody’s coffee pot and since you’re supposed to get up early tomorrow to run a few miles — because you haven’t in a few [...]

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April 13, 2006

I miss Leo

Where have you gone, Leo Mazzone? A city turns its lonely eyes to you as you rock slowly back and forth in Baltimore, surrounded by seafood and within spitting distance of the President.
We head to Turner Field, expecting our Braves to show up and play like they usually do, and instead the pitchers who take [...]

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April 10, 2006

“Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses yearning to breathe free, the wretched refuse of your teeming shore…”

I told myself I was going to stay away from this subject because the last bout of flaming is still too fresh in my mind, but I’m surrounded by headline after headline, opinion after opinion, nine hours a day, and I’m just bursting to throw my hat into the ring. I know I shouldn’t, but [...]

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April 6, 2006

I wish I had been there to witness it

“I feel like despite your rhetoric, that compassion and common sense have been left far behind during your administration. And I would hope from time to time that you have the humility and grace to be ashamed of yourself.”
So said Harry Taylor to President Bush at the president’s speech in Charlotte, North Carolina.
How Taylor got [...]

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April 5, 2006

Pass the rigatoni

Giada de Laurentiis has a new book out, and I bought it, despite never having seen her show on the Food Network and despite flipping through her freshman offering and passing on it. I bought it because Borders sent me a coupon for forty percent off, because the reviews were good, and because Grant seems [...]

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April 4, 2006

There’s something wrong with Sharon Stone

Really, truly, madly, deeply.

I think it’s botox. I’m pretty sure it’s botox, actually. You have to wonder at the irony of the picture they chose to go with that quote. Either the editor hates Sharon Stone, or he has a wicked sense of humor, because, seriously, the BOTOX. She looks like smiling is incredibly painful.
It [...]

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April 3, 2006

Guess what day it is!!!

Oh, come on. Guess! It’s so easy. Surely, surely you have been counting down to this day since mid-February. Maybe even earlier.
Guess!
It’s not exactly sporting to give up so quickly, but okay. I’ll enlighten you. It’s Opening Day!!! Not that ridiculous “Every day in Atlanta is opening day!” slogan the city’s marketing team unleashed upon [...]

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