Monthly Archives: January 2003

Love/hate: Umbrellas

Love/hate for Friday, January 31, 2003: Umbrellas It’s back! Finally! First love/hate of the year (barely made it in the first month of the year, but still). Did you miss it? It seems only fitting in this winter of El Ni?o Lite to write about umbrellas. We have had...

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The unusual suspects

We were all together last night chez Mom. Here’s the evidence! From left to right: back row, John (with experimental and temporary beard whose days are numbered); my sister Megan; her husband, Rob; my sister Beth. Front row: me, Mom, my brother Jonathan. Can you tell this doesn’t happen...

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Break it up, kids!

The following conversation took place while driving through Mom’s town, Petaluma, on Sunday: Beth: Look, there’s a movie theater. Me: There are no movie theaters in Petaluma. (This is completely true. The closest one is in Santa Rosa). Beth: But it’s right there. And there are names on the...

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Super Sunday

Instead of watching Superbowl Ninezillion and three yesterday, I decided to take my sister visiting from England and my Mom to Point Reyes National Seashore (and don’t you just love the whole idea of a national seashore?). This is so positively un-American that I may well be kicked out...

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Trip Part 2

I was definitely not up to the sartorial challenge posed by Chicago in the dead of winter. I figured: it’s going to be really, really cold, so bring your warmest clothes, which I did (including cashmere socks, which turned out to be my best wardrobe idea on that trip)....

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Trip Report Part 1

There are just so many laws of physics that I really, really hate, even though I am the daughter of a scientist. Gravity springs to mind, at least as far as its effects on one’s shell as time progresses. Another one is for every action, there is a reaction,...

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Chicago

No news is good news, right? At least, I have noticed that if there’s bad news, someone’s going to make damned sure you hear about it, and without delay. So my lack of posting hasn’t been because of death or disaster, but because of the previously mentioned and time-consuming...

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Shit happens

Note to self: multi-tasking, in the form of picking up two people’s worth of dry cleaning at the end of the dog’s afternoon walk – not the best idea you ever had. One arm fully occupied with clothes covered in plastic bags, both long and slide-y and also surprisingly...

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Gym update

I know you’ve all been dying to know how My Slothfulness is faring at the gym, so I thought I’d give you an update. Remember my distaste for communal showers? So very prison, or worse yet, gym class. Well, I don’t have communal showers to deal with, because when...

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The Bomb

I have a confession to make. The name of my site makes no francophone sense. You’d think that a noted Francophile like myself would know this, but non. Kim’s boyfriend David explained to me that “c’est la bombe”, like me, makes no sense, though it’s close in words and...

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Crime doesn’t pay

I really don’t seem to be cut out for a life of crime. At least, crime doesn’t seem to pay for me, though it generally does seem to be one of the better-paying occupations for everyone else. I thought I had successfully impersonated my stepmother earlier this week. It’s...

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Blind Ambition

Of all the problems I anticipated having while Mom’s dog was our non-paying holiday guest, the one that really is one is not one I even imagined (and how’s that for a convoluted sentence?). I knew the endless walking in the endless rain would be an endless pain in...

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2003 Milestones

Need something to look forward to (or celebrate) this new year? There’s something for everyone in this list of 2003 Milestones.

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New Year

As usual, we let the old year slip away and the new one arrive without fanfare, though I was awakened around midnight by fireworks and the howling accompaniment of our neighbor, unaffectionately known to us as Cap’n Chunk (due to his build and penchant for stomping as hard as...

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