Protected: At the Edge of Dying
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I’m here to report on the first couple of weeks of life without a/c. It’s fine. There were two days when the outside temperature was in the mid-90s that were rough, but honestly, otherwise it’s not noticeable. We can keep the apartment about ten degrees cooler than the outside air and with a fan to
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Chris Billet sent me this BBC article about a ‘ninja’ arrested in Italy Italian police have arrested a Russian “ninja” who had been spreading fear across farmlands in the north of the country. All I can say is that you need to read the whole article, because it just gets weirder the farther into it
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I went over to our local farmers market today. There are only six or so booths, but with a nice variety of things. It’s at 106th and Central Park West, nestled against an unexpected bluff of stone. It’s a beautiful setting, and naturally I didn’t have my camera with me. Google Maps Street View is
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Okay, first of all, I have to say that you people are so impatient. Sheesh! Second, here are the photos. The Apartment in Process I’ve started putting the kitchen together, but have to hold off a bit until we mop the floor so we can put the pie safe in there. Right now it’s hanging
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That’s right, we don’t yet have internet at the apartment. We get it next Friday, you know, while I’m away at Readercon. Until then, postings will be somewhat sporadic I’m afraid. We spent yesterday cleaning and unpacking. The bedroom is assembled and has no boxes. Yay! Rob has disassembled the stove and is deep cleaning
I am living in a stranger’s house. It is not the boxes which make it so; it is the absence of things. We sold the steamer trunk which served as our bathroom cabinet. As we were carrying it out, I realized that I’d owned it for nearly twenty years. I bought it in college and
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Portland has an old tradition of the Rose Festival and the Rose parade. Part of the Rose Parade tradition is that it always rains on the day of the parade. So, what day did we pick for our yard sale? Parade Day! We’ve had some customers, but not as many as we would like. The
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We picked up the last of our typewriters (portable Smith-Corona with black pebbled finish) from the repair shop today. It has a smooth and lovely action. I typed a letter to celebrate. I think that, once we are in New York, I want to write a couple of short stories on our typewriters. I was
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Thanks to Google Maps new street view feature, you can see the front door of the apartment we are moving to. As a friend of mine said, “It’s like living in the future.” On the one hand, keen! On the other hand, it’s a little creepy. I mean, is that a neighbor walking past the
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Am I offbase in being annoyed about this? When I dropped my computer off, the guy at the desk said it would be ready in a week. That was eight days ago, so I thought I could reasonably expect it to be finished today. I called to see when I could pick it up. 1)
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I’ve pulled up the linoleum in two rooms now. The wood underneath is in surprisingly good shape; in fact the worst damage seems to be the two or three place where I’ve gouged it trying to pry linoleum up. The interesting thing is that the stuff in the office just came right up, really quickly
This is a short silent film of San Fransisco before and after the earthquake. In 1905, an unknown cameraman rode the Market Street line, filming the length of it. After the earthquake, he rode the line again. Matt Lake has created a haunting composite of the two films.
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I am cleaning house. I have two pairs of beautiful kid gloves, that actually fit, with tiny pearl buttons at the wrists. More amazing, I have worn both pairs for an event. The expression “fit like a glove” comes from gloves like these, which must be carefully eased onto the hand and are so snug
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As I mentioned, Rob and I went to the farmer’s market yesterday and picked up some mushrooms. Then, today, in a splendiferous surprise, our plaster repair man came by and gave us a quart bag of morels. It seems that he always picks a freezer full of them when he goes on his vacation. He’d
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