or are we going on about the wrong things?
For example:
1) Miley Cyrus in the (red satin) sheet(s.) Okay, maybe it’s because I’m not a mom (of a teenage girl), but I don’t get it. Miley poses for an artistic lovely shot by one of the world’s best photographers and it’s a National Crisis. Meanwhile, Jamie Lyn Spears (same approximate age) gets pregnant and gets a RAISE, not to Read the rest of this entry »
One of the things I love most about the blogosphere is the strange and wonderful ease with which you can find people and topics of interest, some by design and others by wonderful accident. See my blogroll below, at the bottom of the page, which contains both friends, some of who encouraged me to write (again); and, on the opposite end of the spectrum, the fabulous things I’ve found, some via these friends, some by searching for terms or concepts (poetry!, washington!, pope!) and some by true and beautiful serendipitous accident.
But what happens when these two worlds collide? What if, by complete and seemingly implausible accident, you stumble onto some beautiful writing… but beautiful writing of someone who is not exactly a stranger, but not a friend, exactly either.
I stumbled onto the writing of “C” (not her real name, to protect the very much innocent) this way. C, some Read the rest of this entry »
This post on dcist made me remember my long-compiled metro snark list. So consider this the first 26. there’s about 26 million more:
my rules for metro conversations (and behavior)
1)don’t have them.
2) if you must have them, whisper.
3) fine since you’re going to ignore me anyway, can you at least try to follow the basic rules of human decency (pretend to be human for a minute:
