Earlier today, I was part of a discussion someone had started online, asking for songs that seemed to embody a feeling of joy. People were tossing out obvious answers - Beethoven’s 9th, especially lively Motown, even “Happy Happy Joy Joy” - and at some point, I suggested The Waterboys’ “Fisherman’s Blues.”

Because it just does. The whole album ( Read more... )

And you can tell that we're getting close to fall because I'm starting to think more about knitting.

I've come rather some way from the yarnalanche of two years ago, and made something of a dent. But there are still all sorts of random weird skeins floating around that I still need to do something with. Fortunately, I will have two full days ( Read more... )

I am so looking forward to this.

I'm taking a whole week off from MegaCorp next week, and the plan is to stay in my beloved Brooklyn and do absolutely nothing that I don't want to do. I thought about leaving town, but I couldn't decide where I wanted to go, and started thinking that if I did go anywhere, I'd feel strangely obligated to be doing ( Read more... )

Just boosting the signal on this as much as possible:

Someone on Reddit explained the entire "Obamacare" bill, in plain English.

No, I'm serious.

Well, I'll at least be honest about why things have fallen silent as they have in here - I haven't really felt much of the urge to write, or to tell people about what's the what of my life lately ( Read more... )

So, about a year ago I went to London to see David Tennant in Much Ado About Nothing. I only gave myself 3 days for the whole trip, which was much, much too short -- and I promised myself that this year, if I had more money and time, I'd go back to London for a longer stay. And sure enough, I'm doing just that - I leave tomorrow, and am staying ( Read more... )

So, this afternoon -- 4 months, 3 days, 13 hours, and 20 minutes after breaking my foot -- my physical therapist pronounced me officially healed.

So today in writing class we were critiquing something I'd submitted; something I was feeling was all weird and forced and clunky.

And the teacher said "I think you can start looking for a place to market this."

....Huh.

(It's my first day of physical therapy. The studio is on the 3rd floor of a nondescript office building, and I need to sign in at the security desk before heading up.)

Kim: (waving cane) So, guess what tenant I need to see!

Doorman: (eyes cane) Well, actually...there are two possibilities in this building.

Kim: Oh, really?

Doorman: The ( Read more... )

Poet Frank Delaney read this work of his on NPR this morning. I nearly applauded.

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Drowning The Shamrock- By Frank Delaney ( Read more... )