Sunday evening, on the way home from a day trip up-country, and the traffic is intense. Bad enough. Then we approach the first of the tollbooths on the way home and the Italians, desperate as ever to Get Ahead, are cruising up any empty lane, assuming they can squeeze in later to where they want to...
From the email alert of today's New York Times:
- QUOTATION OF THE DAY -
"If I didn't believe in God I wouldn't be here, I'd be in a mental home someplace." - IRENE SMITH, of Brooklyn, whose firefighter son, Leon, died in the Sept. 11 attacks.
Of course, in a sane world, the reverse would...
The three threes. “Three hours a day, three days a week for three weeks.” That, apparently, is what parents have to go through to get a conventional diagnosis that their baby suffers colic. Just one little factoid from a podcast on NPR about a clinic in Rhode Island dedicated to colic. A trial tha...
Start: 95.4 Last week: 89.7 This week: 88.9
Tuesday 5 September: I just knew this was going to get boring, and it has. There was the six and a half hour walk on Sunday, fuelled only by a single small cheese sandwich and a few grapes. I’m sure I would have been ravenous pre-SLD. And I had to tigh...
Blue Girl In a Red State had me in a bit of a lather with a post about how she could avoid shopping if she gave (or didn’t give; it wasn’t at all clear to begin with) her hubby Shag Buns. Being a squeeky clean sorta gal from somewhere or other, she had no idea that the juxtaposition of “shag” and...
