One of the reasons Hilary is awesome: she doesn’t force anyone to meme against their will.

I flew to Israel on El Al in 88. I remember how crazy the security seemed. No liquids is going to make packing for air travel very different.

One guy tries the shoe bomb and we all take off our shoes. One group tries this peroxide based liquid thing, and no laptops in your carry-on bag? What’s next?

I know, nudist air travel!

Em, it took me 14 hours to get home from Oslo to London yesterday, had to book a flight to Paris and get the eurostar. Was a frickin nightmare!!!! so glad to be back though

Did you find the mini cupcake liners?

No! All I could find were the petit four size. And only in white. I’m going to have order them online. Even Surfas and Gloria’s didn’t have them.

OK I’ll bite. On the book, I’ve got many books that are equal distant from me. Quite a few of them are dictionaries. This is from one of them: From Webster’s Collegiate Dictionary, 5th Ed., 1942, Bearing a Copy right of 1936, p123:
Brahma: “A very large domestic fowl of an Asiatic breed having feathered legs”. This from one of the 60 or so specialist dictionaries available.

One second ago: Searching for something online that I had thought I’d saved from a scientific study published in Science by a colleague. (Genie Scott).

An hour ago: Getting the nightly news feed from the TV. Still wondering why the average dolt can’t do better delivering the news in a better fashion.

Yesterday: Running errands & writing a piece for the paper that was published today. I’d be swimming but for the threat of showers.

A month ago: The vacation season, was away for a few weeks up in the north country visiting relations. Thankfully we were not too bothered by security.

A year ago: Doing about the same as I am now. Still married, still happy. I think we just paid off most of our various notes too. Started getting serious about buying some more decent art.

5 Years ago: More or less moving to a new house after living very comfortably in a 1200 sq ft. home that cost us all of 58K for about a decade. Getting published in Economics journals.

10 years ago: Roughly, still married (same gal!), getting published in Biology & Economics journals. Getting more involved in politics & the internet defending Bill Clinton from the vicious fascists & thuggish theocrats that now populate the government to our great shame & the world’s horror.

Not going to tag anyone either! Cheers & Good Luck! ‘VJ’

I read that too - I thought it was cute. Like you.

I steal because I love.

Hilary,

Random question. Do you find that men on jdate constantly ask you how your jdate experience has been? Is it just me who gets this lame question? Men really need some help with creativity…

“In a way, it was sort of depressing, too, because you kept wondering what the hell would happen to all of them. When they got out of school and college, I mean. You figured most of them would probably marry dopey guys. Guys that always talk about how many miles they get to a gallon in their goddam cars. Guys that get sore and childish as hell if you beat them at golf, or even just some stupid game like ping-pong. Guys that are very mean.”

God bless my wife for leaving Catcher in the Rye on the computer table.

My answers are here.

I got here through a Google search for “superfluous people”. I am writing a story and thought I might find some interesting suggestions, but found this instead.

In any case, from a Universal stand point… we are all superfluous… extra… ordinary…

I grabbed the nearest book… which turned out to be an instruction book for a statistics calculator of ancient lineage and did not actually have page numbers so… I grabbed the next nearest book which turned out to be (honest) “Seven Centuries of Verse”. Since I do not have a blog I will post the sentences here for your disposal. Page 123, sentence 6-8:

Although I sing: Any food,
Any feeding, drink, or clothing?
Come, dame or maid, be not afraid,
Poor Tom will injure nothing.

With an host of furious fancies
Whereof I am commander,
With a burning spear and a horse of air
To the wilderness I wander.

Tom O’Bedlam’s Song