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Health care reform passes the house by five votes with huge concessions. Celebrate but recognize how far we are from who we should be.
My nine year old just made reference to "Dr Who". I'm so proud.
Landmark of our time in Seattle gone - animals coffee is literally a hole in the ground.
Fly with a headcold and those childhood memories of ear infections come throbbing back.
Running the gauntlet of shops to our gate. Two books and $20 worth of snacks later...
When I don't have lunch until 3:30pm, I do things like order sweet and sour chicken and fried rice from the takeout place in the basement.
Mmmm, just like I used to thaw out at home but prepared as it was formed in a restaraunt grade deep fat fryer.
iRobot’s Soft Morphing Blob ‘Bot Takes Its First Steps - http://judykat.com/ken...
More well-wrought crap lovingly crafted for your disposal.
The decorative gift shop figurine made of reclaimed materials isn't "green" if it didn't need to exist in the first place.
Updated the blog software and plugins for the blog I cannot find the presence of mind to post anything to.
Riding a Bronx elevated train filled with more than my share of naïve disbelief that I get to live in New York.
A rainy day at the zoo is perfect. I don't go to the zoo to see people.
Waiting to see Obama amid a self-selected DNC crowd. High quotient of blackberry/iphone holding tweet generating quiche eaters. Like me.
I have a knot the size of my neck and shoulder in my neck and shoulder.
At a strike in my carharts. Not my show. Not my theater. Not my place. Still, kind of dying to grab a crescent wrench for old times sake.
My daughter sat in the booth for the clown show my wife's in at La Mama cafe. The op let her run some light cues. Not my childhood.
I am now someone the tourists ask for directions. Often know but still say when I don't know so my new yorker status is 20% .
They seek out my favorite restaurant. She orders the chicken breast. He a cheeseburger.
Reminiscing about fishing with my dad at dusk among suicidal trout even as bats stole our flies just as they tapped the surface of the lake.
So pre-occupied with work and subway delays I ran to the wrong after school activity to pick up my daughter. Apologies to all concerned.
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