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absolutely the best cinco de quatro everrecently, i took a much-needed break and headed to the sandy florida shores with a bunch of folks far cooler than i, all of whom i came to know via blogging.the whole "people i met online" thing is a really tough situation to explain to people who aren't familiar. you say, "yeah, i started reading her blog, and then i commented a couple of times and sent

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shut. up.so, yeah. i was gone. for, um, a while. but don't think for one second, internet, that i wasn't thinking about you. because i was. really. i swear.but i was also thinking about my insane workload. i had this project that i was managing and i was working about 20 hours a day [for those of you who, like me, ditched math just as soon as your 11th grade guidance counselor said "well, math is

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an open letter to the banana republic brain trustnormally i don’t write letters to faceless corporate entities. and i know i’m not the first letter you have received regarding the pressing matter i’m about to address. as a matter of fact, i’ve seen several blogs mention the matter i’m about to address, but i wanted to write to you anyway. (oh, banana republic, i hope you’re not one of those

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the one without the ferreta few weeks ago, i was checking my blog-related email when i came across a subject line that intrigued me: writing for the national film challenge.hmm.when i opened the email, i discovered it was from bill coughlan, a fellow blogger/storyteller who i had the pleasure of meeting at fray day two years ago [good lord, has it really been that long already?!]. as it turns out

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a cautionary tale, the lesson of which is: do not try to be cute...and also, look in the mirror before you go to workso today, i thought i would be all hipster cool and "dress up" for halloween but not really dress up for halloween. to-wit: i wore a pair of black trousers, a white cotton button up shirt, and over that an orange t-shirt with the word "spooky" in black old english-style letters [

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forgetting is so longlately i've been doing a lot of thinking about forgiveness. about the old saying "forgive and forget." i've always been someone who says, "i can forgive, but i can't forget." i guess i meant that sincerely. yes, i can hold a grudge, but i can -- and have -- forgiven many trespasses in my time.i always explained my reluctance to forget as being self-preservation. in line with

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home again, home againso,i actually made it back from spain. despite the best efforts of every employee of every airline that flies into, or out of, spain.the spanish apparently have adopted the festival seating approach to air travel. you remember festival seating, don't you? oh, come on...i'm not that much older than you. or maybe i am. anyway, festival seating...there's a concert in a venue

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i remain in spain mainly due to planesdear airlines:i know many of you are having financial problems. some of you are even in bankruptcy (this means you, us airways).here are a few insights from a frequent traveler that might shed some light on things:1. you are, generally, rude & not helpful. you treat me with contempt when i ask you questions...and they are not even stupid questions.2.

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holy guacamolewell, the move is over. and, surprisingly [to me anyway] it was incredibly successful. difficult. painful. infernally hot. but successful.there are lots of amusing stories i could tell you about the move. things you learn about people when you move their stuff. things that defy all logic and reason and make you want to choke the life out of people who have boxes higher on the org

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o blog, my blogi feel like that whole scene in dead poets' society when those uptight preppy pussies betray their teacher, then they feel all remorseful and get up on their desks and do that whole "o captain, my captain" thing to try and make it right.of course the uptight preppy pussies weren't working 16 hours a day, so maybe i'm not like them so much.my office is moving. that sounds like a

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this post is one part martha stewart and one part dave barry! which is to say, it includes a recipe and an amusing anecdote about a kidlast weekend, i went home to attend my niece's first dance recital.for those of you who have never experienced the endurance test that is the dance recital, let me recap:1. a bunch of three-year olds, none of whom are related to you, prance around in a way that

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it's like that bread song says: "if a picture paints a thousand words, then why can't i paint...that guy"recently, i've gotten back into the lapsed habit of taking photos all the time. for a while, i had that whole self-conscious thing, where i would see something that caught my eye -- maybe a person, maybe a puddle, maybe just a bright green door -- and i would feel self-conscious about stopping

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reports of my demise are greatly somewhat slightly exaggeratedthis is a little like when you told someone you were going to come to their big fancy shindig, or important-life-event-type thing and then you don’t because something comes up, and you forget to call and tell them that something came up and then the next thing you know it's been two months and you're standing in the toilet paper aisle

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vacatedso, after landing in bangkok, i say to myself, "hmmm...i could make that flight to denpasar."so, bali it was.and then bangkok for two days.bali is a place i had always wanted to visit. i remember seeing it on a national geographic special when i was young and thinking it was the most exotic and faraway place in the world. and it is. it's beautiful and the people are incredible. a sense of

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the first one to leave a comment invoking the phrase "thai one on" gets themselves a big fat ban.as those of you who have been reading this site for a while know, i have a propsensity to sometimes do the unexpected. especially when coming out of a period when things have been especially stressful or difficult.apparently, this is one of those times.so, in keeping in the spirit of my "i don't care

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all in the name of science*in past years, i have speculated as to the merits and particular traits of various easter candies. however, this is the year we put an end to all of the speculation. last night, i ate myself into a raging sugar coma so i could present you with these empirical findings. i didn't want to eat all that chocolate. i did it for you. really.and, so, i present now, these

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a night to rememberokay, so i keep trying to find time to write this post about prom and how, for my junior prom, i fought against chris kennedy, the best-looking guy in the whole school, so that our theme wouldn't be almost paradise which, as i’m sure you know, is the love theme from footloose because, really, who wants their prom theme to be a song sung by the guy from loverboy and one of the

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right. so...like i was saying....i guess it's too much to hope that i could just pop in and write something and not mention the fact that it's been, oh, i don't know, something like two weeks since i posted.yeah...didn't think so.well, the truth is i've been swamped with work stuff and life stuff and just generally swampish type things. and then there was the part where i thought "oh my god, it's

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pet peeve #486okay, so i have all sorts of thoughts about love and romance and stuff like that. and i was going to share some of them with you here today, given that it's the perfect day for it and all. but, darned if my job didn't get in the way of all my mushy love-and-romance-type stuff. and, no, i do not think this is some sort of metaphor for why i'm not in a relationship.anyway, i wanted to

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we now pause for this heartfelt, yet cliche-ridden, post over the past couple of weeks, my inbox has seen a pretty steep increase in traffic, as has this site. many of you know the reason for this: the annual bloggies. this year, i was honored to learn that this site was nominated in two categories: best american blog and best writing of a blog. i use that word deliberately: honored. because i

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just a few highlights from a mother-daughter(s) weekend "so, i went to the museum of the american indian a couple of weeks ago." "you did? how was it? i hope they didn't screw them on their museum. the least they could do is give them a decent museum." "the cafeteria is awesome! really, it's so cool. it's sort of like a food court at a mall, only the way it's set up it's divided by geographic

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zen i volunteer teach literature and writing to people who are trying to get their ged. the majority of the students are from other countries, and, as you might expect, english is not their first language. most of them have families, and some work two or three jobs to support them. life often gets in the way of class, students don't always show up, or do their assignments. i felt like i was

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memo to the old dude who was obviously in town for the inauguration welcome to our nation's capital! i see you are taking the advice to make use of our mass transit system during your visit. i offer here just a few tips to help make your experience more pleasant. - do not take one step off of the escalator and then promptly stop dead in your tracks. perhaps this is unique to the escalators here

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well, yeah...okay...that is weird. "so, what's the red bracelet for?" i asked as he set my drink down in front of me. "i gave blood," he said, turning it around to show me the letters pressed into the red rubberized band. "well, i guess what they say is true: there's nothing new under the sun. everybody likes a good idea." "yeah. it's weird, though." "what, are you going to tell me you're one

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a post sure to draw more than a few comments about meatballs last month, my office held its annual holiday party. i had just gotten my first [but definitely not my last] drink of the evening and greeted a co-worker when i choked on my vodka-cranberry. “i’m a big fan of your blog,” he said. now, it is entirely possible that i choked because i was drinking smirnoff. but i happen to think that i

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i promise to use my blog to promote bathroom humor...and world peace the time draws near, my friends. that's right, soon my reign as the best kept secret blog [aka the blog no one really reads but everyone says they do] will come to an end. yes, a new blog will take the title from my cold dead hands as it is once again time for the annual bloggie awards. [ed. note to next year's winner in my

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"identical twins in the way they see the world...as long as they don't discuss who threw their vote away in the last election" once upon a time, a long time ago – or at least what passes for a long time ago these days – i was the only grandchild. and then came my cousin, michael. sometimes when there is one child, and another comes along, the first child has a tough time, or resents the

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i bet i forgot to turn the iron off, too right. so. uh-huh. you're wondering where i am. and rightfully so. i mean, i just disappear for almost a month and there's no post, and there's no new logo,and there's no nothing! ack! right. so. uh-huh. i'm on vacation. had loads of holiday-type stuff going on, then the actual holiday stuff, then i opted for a nice vacation. so it's a vacation. not a

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happy ending i was telling a friend that i was going to be staying at the biltmore hotel in coral gables when her face lit up. “oh, i hear they have a nice spa there. you should get a massage.” a massage. ah, yes, a massage. i love massages. i try and get them whenever i have the time...and, of course, the money. over the years i’ve had some pretty good massages. i had a particularly nice one

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a list [not intended to be comprehensive] of things for which we gave thanks - compiled with assistance from my niece, samantha, age 3 - yogurt. but only strawberry or strawberry-banana kinds. - ho ho* - singing barbies - shrek - deviled eggs - gum - gammy** - ariel and belle and jasmine...but not snow white - mateo*** *aka "santa claus." please note the stratgery of placement here. the child

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frayed wednesday was a tough day for transport in dc. the cab drivers were on strike. the metro was more problematic than usual. and the 6 pm bus that would take me to love cafe in time for the 7 pm start of fray day simply never showed up. usually when faced with such a situation, one simply hops a cab. see: cab drivers on strike. so, i ended up sharing a ride with a total stranger, both of us

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what's your story? just a friendly reminder to those of you who are in the dc area that tomorrow night is fray day here in our nation's capital. if you're not in the dc area, be sure and check out the fray day calendar to see if there's one in your area. so, you wanna know what story i'm going to tell? me too. seriously, i'm struggling with a choice this year, so this should be...interesting

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things you missed out on this weekend, and you're gonna hate yourself for it you didn’t come to the blogger meetup weekend thing in atlanta, so there’s a lot of stuff you don’t know. i mean, a lot of stuff. it wasn’t just a weekend all about drinking and strip clubs. that was just mostly what it was about. so, i hereby present the cliffs notes version for those of you who missed out on the

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of cabbages and kings i voted for john kerry. and i am sad that he didn't win. and i feel disheartened and disappointed and several other words that begin with "dis" about the whole darn thing. but that's not really what i want to say. what i want to say is why i voted for john kerry. i voted for john kerry because i don't like what's going on in our country. it's just that simple. i think

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overheard while waiting in line to vote this morning "i think all the ones with the white headphones are voting for kerry."

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marching to the beat of dead andy gibb's drummer i recently joined the ranks of the cool kids and got myself an ipod. even had it engraved*...although i think that makes me less one of the cool kids rather than more one of them. at any rate, i was walking through the bustle of union station, my ipod in my coat pocket, my ipod remote clipped jauntily on my lapel when frou frou's let go came on.

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pop quiz i've been on the road for work again. sounds much worse than it was, actually. i mean, it's fifty-five degrees and drizzling outside here, and i spent the last week in sunny miami and tampa. yep. could definitely have been worse. so, now that i'm back and digging through the mountain of paper that has accumulated on my desk while i was out, i'll give you a little something with which

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for the sake of my writing, i might actually move my desk into the cafeteria i'm sure many of you remember the conversation i overheard between two coworkers while trying to resist the tempatation of the hostess cupcakes with creamy filling. [note: no. i could not resist the temptation of the hostess cupcakes with creamy filling. i am, after all, only human.] so, today, during lunch, the

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once more into the fray... last year, i checked out dc's fray day events and had a chance not only to rock the mic and tell a story that included the word "cockblock," to a room filled with strangers [a lifelong dream], but also to meet some incredibly gifted storytellers and generally cool folks. for those of you who aren't familiar with fray, or with fray day, it's a very cool concept. fray

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the answer to that age-old question probably a million and two times in my life i was confronted by my mother with that age-old question: "if everyone else jumped off of a bridge, would you?" apparently, if one is to base one's answer to this question on one's shopping excursion this past weekend, the answer is: "yes. and as i hurl myself over the edge, the fringe of my new black poncho will

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the greatest love of all [or how i learned to stop worrying and love the junk in my trunk] coach arman sat us in alphabetical order in my seventh grade algebra class. nonetheless, i somehow ended up sitting right in front of greg mason instead of right behind him. there’s probably some joke to be made there about him being a coach, or the fact that he taught algebra and not english, but we’ll

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every day i do not get fired is a freaking christmas miracle we had a department meeting this morning, as we do every friday morning. eventually, we came to an agenda item that isn't exactly within the scope of our department's responsibilities, but our manager wanted to make us all aware of it anyway. "we're out of space. we've filled up all of the available offices here, but they're still

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part ii ["part ii?" you say. "part ii of what?!" part ii of this. that's what.] “julia! get over here, girl!” "julia! where is that girl?!" i could no longer hide behind the potted palms and i was too far away from the exit to try and make a break for it. i had no choice. i begin to walk in the direction i am called. “what’s up?” i try to ask as nonchalantly as possible. “here she is! see?

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is that a big bottle of molton brown soap in your purse or are you just happy to...oh. it is a big bottle of molton brown soap in your purse - a tragedy in two parts part i so, the hay adams is a pretty swanky place. it’s chi chi and frou frou and all those sorts of fake-french-sounding words. very important people have rendezvouses there. and such. and there’s a kick-ass view of the white

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unless your name is caroline and you are stealing my writing, you can just skip this post and read the one below it about my weekend in atlanta and how i almost died. dear caroline of inflatable emu: recently, a very thoughtful reader sent me a link to your blog [ed. note: oh, how i am loathe to make that a link.]. it seems she stumbled onto your site, quite by accident, and became a bit

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highlights from the weekend, immediately followed by one motherfucker of a lowlight the highlights: - sitting on the acela on my way back from baltimore and thinking that the perfect antidote to two crushingly brutal days might just be a quick trip down to atlanta -- land of humidity, the neiman marcus outlet, my aunt’s potato salad...and wonderful friends who will probably disown me when they

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"without you here there is less to say" there are many things in this world that suck. among these completely suckfull things is spending an entire evening hoping the phone will ring and then, when it does, it's not the person you had hoped it would be. in this way, caller id is both a blessing and a curse. as a blessing, caller id allows you wait a few rings before answering the phone so as

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full of grace you don’t know her. you’ve never seen her. you never will, you're sure. you know her name. and the other things he tells you about her. and that’s more than enough. more than enough to know. yes, you had dreams. but you secreted them away a long time ago. you turned him into a ghost. the ghost of “what might have been.” occasionally skirting the edges of your life, but never

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going, going, gone this isn’t the first time in my life i’ve had a rather extended spell of not dating. actually, it isn’t the second time, either. but why nitpick? i remember a similar dry spell after my divorce. my mom and my sister grew rather concerned that i wasn’t “getting back out there” and that i needed to “get back in the game.” of course, had i the ability of foresight, i would

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start spreading the news... it's that time again, folks. time to pull back the blog curtains and see, face-to-face-in-the-flesh, that dc blogger you've had an internet crush on for months now. wouldn't hurt to have a few drinks too. so, if you're in this neck of the woods next week, say, oh, i don't know, thursday the 29th, come on by the always-fun blogorama on kalorama. we'll be at the

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here’s a little something we haven’t done in a while…   and for those of you who said “well posting is something we haven’t done in a while,” i say, “bite me.”   if you’ve read the archives – and with the shameful lack of new posts, i’m sure you have – you know that, from time to time, i’ll give you kids a little movie review.   in general, i like movies. most movies. unless they’re

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longing when my last relationship ended, i wanted to take my time. to rediscover myself. to strengthen my sense of self. i was determined to feel at ease with myself. alone, but not lonely. strong. capable. i've been alone for almost two years now. and i feel proud of the changes in myself. the progress i’ve made. the way in which i have come to appreciate things about myself i had long since

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there's a reason you only get 15 minutes of fame... i'm walking out of california pizza kitchen yesterday, and i stop with my friend to take a look at one of the panda statues outside the restaurant. it's part of the everso creatively named "pandamania" public art project here in DC. yeah. i guess "pandamonium" wasn't edgy enough. [ed. note: and before the comments start, i was eating a grilled

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things that make you stand at the vending machine longer than you need to coworker 1: "girl, i've already picked out my outfit for the christmas party. it's bad." coworker 2: "well, i hope it's not bad like that outfit you wore last year." coworker 1: "what? everybody want to talk shit about that outfit. it's just 'cause i looked so fine and everybody's man wanted me." coworker 2: "i think

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thank you, matthew weber meet my friend, matthew weber. matthew is a great guy. he's really nice. and he has exceptionally good hair. when you talk to matthew, you can tell he's the kind of person who gives a lot of thought to things. all things. if matthew has an opinion, and since he is such a thoughtful and reflective guy, he usually does -- he expresses it in a very level and reasoned way.

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sinkside soliloquy okay, so, i’m just going to talk for the next ten minutes or so. and, you don’t have to say anything. not while i’m talking. or even when i’m finished talking. really. you don’t have to say anything. it might even be better if you just don’t. say anything. and even if you really want to, please don’t stop me. i mean, if you stop me, i’ll never get this out. and i have to get

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2 cool 2 b 4 gotten last night my mom left me a message telling me she's excited i'm coming home for memorial day weekend, and that she'll pick me up at the airport. her message ends with: "okay, honey...stay cool." please oh please oh please let this be a reference to the unusually steamy may temperatures. please.

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lester lester was my grandfather. not the grandfather i spilled in the back of our volare station wagon. that was my maternal grandfather. lester was my paternal grandfather. although you won’t find lester standing next to my paternal grandmother in any of our family photos. no, that is gene. i was probably ten before i knew that lester existed. in going through a box of old black and white

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it's still monday somewhere, right? uh yeah. i'm sure i should offer you a million excuses for why i've been gone. so, here's a lame attempt at said million: 1. i was busy trying to figure out which stories to submit for publication. man, that's fun to say. publication. oh yeah. 2. i was devestated by the end of friends, due to my close personal ties to the cast, and took to my bed,

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all quiet on the blogstern front some of you may have noticed that i've been...uh...gone [come back, neal, come back!]. you've probably spent eight sleepless nights wondering "where is she?!" "what is she doing?!" "how did that get there?" well, so we're all up to speed here, in the time that i've been away, i: - got a job. with a 14% salary increase. - won a bake off. yeah, that's right, i

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how fun was that?! so so fun, that’s how fun was that. any time i go to a social thing by myself there’s always a bit of hesitation. especially when it’s a social thing where most of the other people there know one another. and do not know me. i don’t break out in a cold sweat or anything like that. but maybe that’s just the certain dri. anyway, it might be a perfectly normal human thing, or i

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prime stalking opportunity calling all dc area bloggers and all those who stalk a dc area blogger -- the superlative julian sanchez has announced yet another blogorama. yes, it's blogorama, where bloggers gather and drink and talk and...stuff. it's this thursday at rendezvous lounge beginning at 7:00 pm. yes, it's short notice, but don't front, yo...you didn't have any plans. neither did i.

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on the beach so, i started the south beach diet. after my dad's stroke, we found out he's diabetic. it runs in his family, so i thought it would be a good idea to try and educate myself about the food i've been shoving in my piehole. and, of course, who doesn't want to trim the boo-tay a bit? of course, i had no idea things at work were going to take a turn for the worse. and being canned

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stand by uh, yeah. i can hear you now, "so, that's how it is. she wins some blog thing, gets a lovely mention is the lexington herald, and wins two diarist awards and then she just up and quits writing." it's slightly not like that. i sort of maybe got canned. i'm frantically looking for a job, which, it turns out, is a bit of a distraction from writing. hope to have everything back in

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the letter v. the spirit in the town where i grew up there wasn't much to do. in retrospect, it was very much the best of times and the worst of times. i'd often spend an entire afternoon tucked away in our treehouse reading. or sitting by the lake feeding ducks or catching salamanders. but, as the years passed, i began to yearn for something more than my small-town life. i couldn't shake the

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holy crap. i guess this means i should get my ass in gear and get back to writing with my former frequency. i'm such a fan, and regular reader, of several of the other terrific blogs nominated in this category...i swear i was just honored to be nominated. even if it was a nomination sans gift basket. i logged in to the irc chat for the award ceremony down at sxsw so i could see who the

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bittersweet my niece is two. well, two-and-a-half. almost three, really. this is a distinction she would be quick to point out to me. when we're playing together, or reading together, or just sharing some french fries, there is nothing else in the world. it's just the two of us. and there is something wonderfully escapist about that. being with her makes me forget all the other things. this

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where oh where has my little blog gone? right. i've been meaning to write for a while now. i actually sat down long enough to redo the logo up there and then i was getting ready to write and...i didn't. and i'm sorry. not in an "i apologize to you" kind of way, because you guys never make me feel obligated to write. and i appreciate that. but, it's more of a "i am sad i haven't written

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alas, poor norm. i knew him not. these days i’m a bit of a gadget girl. typically, i am not a gadget girl. but, these days i’m forced into gadgetry as part of my job. so, these days i’m a bit of a gadget girl. i’m toting around a shiny treo 600. some of you just said one of the following things: “man!” “wow!” “awesome!” while others simply said “ahwhah?” it’s a phone. it’s email. it’s the

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i always knew i was bootylicious, but this is ridiculous you know how you watched the grammys and you were like, "man, beyonce needs to just shut up and sit down and give somebody else a chance already?" okay, so i didn't watch the grammys either, but just play along. anyway, i'm on the road for business [aha! so that explains why she hasn't been posting with her regular annoying frequency!]

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things i found in my car while looking for a pen that would write 1 pair full-size scissors with red plastic handle 1 piece of paper with the word "shwarma" written in what appears to be red sharpie 1 sock, white with "hottie" in red cursive sparkly writing 1 sock, white with "super girl" in blue cursive non-sparkly writing 1 sock, rainbow striped with individual toe-hole-pocket-things 1 cd case,

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well, one thing i do know: tautology is not the study of all things related to that chick in amelie* yesterday i was finally able to get out of my office for lunch. it’s been over a month since i’ve been able to do that. i was feeling sort of kicky, with new hair [cut and color…although nothing too wacky on either count] and my especially cute boots, so i thought i’d get out and enjoy the

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still more conversations with dmv employees, or "how the internet makes everything easier" - part two in a seemingly endless series “thank you for calling geico, this is rachel, how may i help you?” “hi, rachel. i’m calling because i needed to provide you guys with additional information to process my new policy request and i’m having some problems.” “okay, let me pull up your policy

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things i learned this weekend so i'm sitting at california pizza kitchen on friday with my girlfriend, and we're right beside the front window and all of a sudden, i see george stephanopoulos walking down the street, talking on his cell phone, wearing his cute little navy blue parka. despite the fact that i just shoveled a bite of thai chicken pizza into my piehole, i reach across the table and

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out like a lamb many of you are aware of the recent interweb saga of one bryan lamb and his plagiarism of my writing. the whole dang-blasted internet seemed to be outraged not merely by mr. lamb's theft, but moreso by his defiance in the face of being caught. his indignation when others called on him to do the right thing and apologize. and, so, the incident took on a life of its own, as anyone

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conversations with dmv employees, or "things that make my head explode" - part one in a seemingly endless series welcome to geico! in order to finish processing your request for a new auto policy, we need the following information: - your georgia driver’s license number please contact us with this information so we can complete your request. huh. my georgia driver’s license number. well. that

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i'm hoping there's a gift basket. please let there be a gift basket. please oh please oh please. so, remember the other day when i was like, "hey, go nominate your favorite blogs for the bloggie awards because there needs to be some new blood on the ballot, and it makes people feel good and stuff"? well, i know that probably seemed like a very veiled sort of plea for me to get nominated. but,

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oh, it's not over 'till it's over i received several comments and emails -- all of which were very nice and constructive -- about yesterday's post. some folks said it was too easy to see the denouement coming. it was a bit telegraphed. a tad predictable. and, i can't argue with that. i mean, yeah, it's easy to see now. wish it had been easy to see then. but, see, there's something you didn't

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the following story is true. i wish i could change my name to protect the clueless, but it's a little late for that. no animals were harmed during the, uh, creating of this story. unless, of course, by "animal" you mean "my pride." in which case, extensive harm was done. yesterday was a long day. it was cold. i was cranky. traffic was lousy. overall, just a long day. as i pulled into the parking

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not enough words by now you know quite a bit about me. and about my family. you’ve heard all about my dad’s penchant for boy bands. and about his stroke. you’ve heard all about my sister’s endless acts of brutality against me as a child. ahem and about her cancer diagnosis. of course, you know all about my grandmother and my grandfather. you've even heard all about my uncle david. but you

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as the bloggies turn.... the bloggies are as close to an "official" awards-type thing that you can find for blogs. at least that's what someone told me. i mean, you'll find the occasional award-type thing here and there, but this one -- officially called the weblog awards, is the one that gets the most attention in the blog community. at least i think it is. again: just what someone told me.

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coda although today's [first] post addresses the ongoing saga of copyright infringement that has been documented and discussed here over the past several days, that's not all i have for you today. i have some inane-and-shameless-blog-pimping to do as well. so, stand by for that. after all, there's more to a blog than simple legal battles. - as of 11:00 pm last night, bryan lamb must have been

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gut check first up, as always, a huge thanks to everyone who has sent supportive emails and posted encouraging comments. some of you are famliar faces. others are new to me. but you all came through for me in a big way, and i'm very very grateful. when i discovered that my writing was being plagiarized, i was stunned. the blogosphere has always seemed to me to be populated with people who

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who’s runnin’ the show now, motherfucker? allow me to introduce you to bryan lamb. bryan is 25 years-old. he lives in st. louis, missouri. he went to duchesne high school where he played football and graduated in 1997. bryan is training for a triathalon. bryan’s favorite saying is “runnin’ the show.” thankfully, bryan explains what “runnin’ the show” means on his website no worries, man!: “

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mmm...fudge it's not you. it's me. really. i'm just...in a weird place right now. i hope you can understand. before the holidays, it was my crazy schedule that kept me from writing. or from having anything to really say. now, although things aren't really much slower, it's more of a general malaise. an icky feeling. i don't feel funny. or introspective. i don't feel like talking. or

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so let it be written... think of it as a belated chrismukkah gift. many of you...okay, several of you...okay, two or three of you have written comments and/or emails to ask about the swell fonts used in the various logos here at tequila mockingbird. i'm a total font junkie. seriously. it's out of hand. it's even worse than my black shoe "issue." so, i'm happy to serve as enabler to my fellow

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who says customer service is dead? me, that's who. i have all sorts of cute stories to tell you about my niece, the undisputed cutest two-year-old in the world [please. don't make me show you the pictures again.], including how i am now the recipient of a shiny green star sticker proudly displayed on my cd case. and just how did i earn such a glittery honor, you ask. by going to the potty like

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what to do when someone steals your shit as you probably know, i ran into a bit of ridiculous interweb melodrama when some of my original writings posted here on tequila mockingbird were blatantly copied and pasted into someone else's blog where he totally pretended he wrote that shit. so, what's a girl to do? first of all, learn more about copyright protection and what your rights are:

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at least a fruitcake doesn't have lice for about three hours this weekend, i watched the two minutes of footage of the capture of saddam hussein. at some point, some official or other made the comment that the capture of hussein was the best christmas gift he could imagine giving to the american people. first up, i'm pretty sure that not all of the american people celebrate christmas. way to be

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and now for something completely different... i'm in a huggy bear state of mind, so allow myself to pimp a couple of sites. first up, it's my dear "real-life" [how much more real could my life get than what i write about here?!] friend, cw. now, i know i've pimped him before. pimped him hard, as a matter of fact. even he will admit that he would be [and i quote] "nowhere" in the blog world

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v. 2.0 [ed. note: sometimes i write pieces that i hesitate to post. sometimes it’s because i’m not sure what you’ll think. other times, it’s because i don’t want anyone to feel obligated to post a comment. and, still other times, it’s because i’ve written something that is total crap. at any rate, today's post is one of those that gave me pause.] friday night was snowy, and, given the fact that

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open mouth. insert leg. repeat. “i’m going to run across the street – i have a few quick banking-type things to do. shouldn’t take long.” shouldn’t take long. shouldn’t. take. long. right. all i need is this: to find out the balance on my loan and to withdraw some money from a cd that has matured. that’s it. no foreign currency involved. no bearer bonds. no amortization. so, i walk in

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in the time it takes you to read this post… if it comes up in conversation, i sometimes mention that my cousin is hiv positive. more often than not, the response to the statement is “how did he get it?” he is actually a she. and, to my way of thinking, it doesn’t matter how she got it. when my grandmother had cancer, no one asked me how she got it. truth is, she got it from smoking. but no

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364 days it's been 364 days since. i look back at who i was at this time last year -- and who i was in the days and weeks that followed -- and i don't recognize myself. sometimes i wonder if it's really that self i don't recognize, or this one. i'm stronger now. more aware. more clear about what i want, and what i'd settle for. and what i'd never settle for again. but i'm more fragile, too

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the bird is back it was a great trip. exhausting -- in the best possible way. i thought about a lot of things. about how the deaths of 17 italian soldiers bring a nation to a standstill for a national day of mourning. about how, at 11:30 on a tuesday night, thousands of italians are lined up outside a building where the soldiers' bodies lie in state, waiting to pay their respects. the huge

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london typing like all good relationships, my trip to london has been one of love. and hate. i love it that everyone says "sorry" when they bump into me. i hate it that there are 20 guys standing in a doorway pissing in the sidewalk. i love it that i can get cadbury flake bars. i hate it that all the little hole-in-the-wall chip shops seem to have been replaced by mcdonalds since i was last

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tequila mockingbird world tour '03 every once in a while, you find yourself in a tough spot. your job is in jeopardy. serious jeopardy. like, start-saving-every-penny-and-calling-the-headhunters-back jeopardy. these are scary times. times when i don't even have a minute to update my page and tell you guys how scary these times are. [i've missed that, by the way.] anyway, when those scary times

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dang. you know your weekend was a long one when you can honestly say that the best customer service experience you had all weekend was at the department of motor vehicles. in totally unrelated news... i've joined a cult! thanks to an everso thoughtful early birthday gift, i'm now a budding lomographer. these little babies are all the rage, don'tcha know. although it's weird to be using a camera

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god help you if you are a phoenix... [ed. note: i wanted to share this story because everyone sees the photo of the house on fire, but no one comes back the next day. the truth is, the fire isn't the worst part. it's the days after. and, so, to those people in california who are now facing their days after...this is dedicated to you.] i don’t really know what’s going on in the world right now.

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is that an electrified eiffel tower on your head, or are you just happy to see me? trust me, honey, it's an electrified eiffel tower on his head. so, i headed out to the high heel race last night. and i didn't see a damn thing because of the eight gazillion people standing out in the freezing rain blocking my view with their damned umbrellas. but, a totally fabulous queen did grab me and

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