Monthly Archives: September 2008

I’m reading

I’m reading tonight, trying to finish “The Lace Reader.”

Reading, reading, reading

layouts myspace

layouts myspace

I need to get The Lace Reader finished, folks.



Tina Fey does it again

Lorne Michaels, welcome to Nielsen nirvana.

Sarah Palin, Tina Fey on SNL

OMG, Tina Fey is a riot!

The art of journaling as you travel –

The art of journaling as you travel –

Travel guru Rick Steves offers readers some tips about keeping a travel journal.

Mr. Steves writes:

The key to good journaling is being both observant and disciplined. Take the time to notice what you’re experiencing and then to jot down your thoughts. I use a tiny pocket-sized notepad to capture the moment right there. Then, when I have time, I pull out my actual journal, sort through those notes, and organize them into something vivid and fun to read.

This is a short article but kind of interesting, I think.

I’m going to try keeping a travel journal the next time I hit the road.

Maybe next year, unless I get lucky again and work asks me to travel!

TTFN, and happy Monday.

My new chair

It’s new to me, folks.

A colleague gave me this chair last month, it’s a real sweet chair that reclines and rocks.

I’m also very happy that I can finally upload photos from my cell phone camera to my email accounts.

Happy Monday to all!

Rigatoni feast

Will I ever learn how to cook smaller portions?

I’m cooking for one now, after all.

And since I’ve lost some weight in the past few years, I cannot consume as much food as I used to, not in one sitting anyway!

My goal today was to make enough rigatoni with ground beef, Italian sausage, and zucchini for dinner tonight and lunch tomorrow.

Folks, I’m going to be eating flipping rigatoni all week!

The picture above was taken with my cell phone.

By the way, the rigatoni is really good!

My favorite quotes

I miss Ann Landers.

Here’s a great quote:

Love is friendship that has caught fire. It is quiet understanding, mutual confidence, sharing and forgiving. It is loyalty through good and bad times. It settles for less than perfection and makes allowances for human weaknesses.

From Brainy Quote.

Library of Congress’s National Book Festival Attracts More Than 120,000 Book Lovers to the National Mall – MarketWatch

Library of Congress’s National Book Festival Attracts More Than 120,000 Book Lovers to the National Mall – MarketWatch.

For some time now, I’ve been planning a 2009 trip to Rochester, New York, which is my hometown.


In June, as many of you know, I traveled to Washington, D.C. to take part in an expert panel for work.

I got a chance to spend four hours in downtown D.C., and I need to go back for a vacation.

Goodbye Rochester, hello Washington, D.C.

Looks like I’m planning a September trip, so that I can go to the National Book Festival!

With my resources, it may be 2010 before I can get there, but I’m going for sure.

Photo credit.

Blog Action Day reminder-October 15, 2008

It was 1958 in upstate New York.

The Boy was in my grade school class.

He lived with his grandmother and brothers in the poorer part of town.

The Boy was in trouble, it seemed, all the time.

We came back from Christmas vacation, and The Boy’s friends asked him what he got for Christmas.

A football, The Boy looked straight ahead, his eyes hard and cold.

That’s all you got?

The boys laughed.

It’s all I wanted, The Boy answered, still looking straight ahead.

That night, I talked to my father about this, and asked him why some people had so much, and others had, well, nothing.

My father held me close, and talked to me for a long time about being poor and doing without. Dad lived through the depression, but his family ate well because they had a farm. Every few weeks, my Dad told me, a neighbor would sneak over and steal one of my grandfather’s chickens. Dad’s older brothers wanted to chase the guy off, but my grandfather wouldn’t let them.

He’s a good man, and he’s just trying to feed his family. Leave him alone.

Fast forward about 20 years:

I walked into my father’s kitchen, and Dad was reading the daily paper. Dad opened up the local section of the paper and showed me a news story about a young man going to state prison for murder.

It was The Boy.

Now, I realize that Christmas isn’t just about getting gifts.

But poverty stamps some of its victims with a sense of failure that they just cannot shake.

I took me years to realize that The Boy was probably hungry a lot, that just blocks from his housing project were homes where families were living the good life, and he was not a part of our country’s boom times.

Poverty hurts, folks.

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