Monthly Archives: September 2008
Hurricane Brodie
My 1-yr-old nephew just learned how to pull the babysafe plugs out of the electrical outlets. This means careful monitoring when he’s running around, and also vague embarrassment that he can get them out faster than I can.
Provincetown
Phone conversation with Allison tonight. Friends of ours got married on the Cape this weekend, and I’d already talked to Eric, who’d officiated the ceremony as a temporary justice of the peace, about the wedding. But when girls talk about … Continue reading
American Mei You
I planned to write a post about starting a job today, teaching SAT prep. Towards the end of the job interview, when we were talking about where to park and what time to arrive, the main teacher (I’m the assistant) … Continue reading
Thoughts On Twitter
I’ve heard that blogging breaks the barriers between Author and Audience. Well, Twitter breaks the barrier between blogger and commenter. It’s group instant messaging or microblogging for your phone or on the web. Whenever Stick’s dad asks me about a … Continue reading
Quick Couple Lines on Palin
Quote from China blogger Matt Schiavenza on Palin, Obama and the media: The Republicans paint the Alaska Governor as the moose-hunting hockey mom the whole party can love. The Democrats seem to be employing a shoot-the-moon strategy, trying to raise … Continue reading
Exceeds Expectations
Last night while Stick was playing the new evolution game Spore, he announced excitedly “Meg! I’ve become sentient!” Let the record state that I made no response.
Sabado Gigante
I was on Sabado Gigante this weekend! Stick thinks I should probably say that “we” were on Sabado Gigante, but you can probably guess that the guy on his knee, in the Beijing duck restaurant, proposing to me is Stick. … Continue reading
My Internet Buddy, Barack
Related: Recent post on how much I love Obama for using Twitter.
“History”
Maybe these books werewritten by “professors” or published by a “university”. I would have included a second shot so you can see which “historians” made this category, but the salesgirl told me I wasn’t allowed to take pictures since the … Continue reading
The 440 Is Not A Ring Road
I don’t really like to drive. I think it’s that tiny margin of error between commuting and death that really bothers me. I try to accept that while the rest of the world sees “run out to the store” as … Continue reading
