“To my friends, the obscene wealth of free time at my command must seem unimaginably exotic…since their next thousand Saturdays are already booked.”
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From the monthly archives:
January 2010
CHAPTER ONE There is an internal landscape, a geography of the soul. We search for its outlines all our lives. Those who are lucky enough to find it ease like water over a stone, onto its fluid contours, and are home.
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If you’ve been loving the Asian Sesame Vinaigrette at Panera, here’s a recipe that comes pretty close.
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This was supposed to be my Web-based ranting place for all things home maintenance. Landscaping failures, roof leaks, humane rodent removal. But I’m not even interested enough to complain regularly. This must be serious.
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My Irish mother lovingly boiled vegetables until their cell walls were crumbling like the bones of so many Caucasian women on typical American diets
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“For 20 years, we’ve had Homer Simpson’s spot-on caricature of the
quintessential American: childish, irresponsible, willfully oblivious,
fat, and happy.”
Kurt Andersen on the end of the world as we know it.
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Then they left me hanging. There’s a curious marketing phenomenon going on at Nike: “Dance fitness” becomes popular and Nike Shox become harder to find.
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