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I have a recipe for chocolate pound cake that has never failed me. Until tonight. Post culinary-disaster conversation:
Me: This never happened, and I’ve been baking this cake for thirty-five years!
Tim: Thirty-five years? That’s a long time. What are you using, an Easy-Bake Oven?
…I LIKE Madonna. But when I read in my online Rolling Stone this morning that she fell off a horse and cracked three ribs and broke her collarbone and hand, all I could think was, “God HELP her staff.” Madonna in pain has all the makings of a Joe Keenan farce.
Is this too much information?
| In a Past Life… |
 You Were: A Diseased Herbalist. Where You Lived: France. How You Died: Typhoid fever. |
Earlier, I was Riversitting while Tim went out to get dog food. I got preoccupied in the Home Office when I realized that I heard a dog chewing something and River was no longer in the room with me.
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All the wonderful essential oils that I use in my practice (massage and various other voodoo that I do) are in my massage room which is in Tim’s apartment. This means I don’t encounter them on a daily basis unless I bring some over to the Home Office.
Today, I was next to a bookcase in my dining room when wonderful aromas alerted me that something good was nearby. I realized that a little atomizer of a flea-repelling blend I’d made for the dogs was sitting there, sending out a faint hint of lavender and cedar. I couldn’t resist, spraying some on my hands then putting them to my face for a big whiff.
What I’d forgotten was the carrier I used for those oils: apple cider vinegar. Now I smell like an unusual coleslaw, even after washing my hands twice.
I just can’t stop looking at this photo that Andy Towle took and published on his site.
ETA: Sorry, link to photo no longer works.
Tim’s not the only one who got a new son this year.
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Is it just me? Christopher Rice once wanted to be an actor. Did Randy Harrison ever want to be a writer?
HAVE WE SEEN THEM IN THE SAME PLACE AT THE SAME TIME? Oh, sure, there’s a height difference. Smoke and mirrors, people…
In his Live Journal, Greg Herren said:
I am not really sure how I feel about writers who begrudge other writers any small success.
Without addressing Greg’s situation or whoever prompted his remarks, this particular statement did call to mind a conversation I had with my writing partner, Jim, the other day. I am often reluctant to comment on other writers’ books even on readers’ boards of which I am a member because while I may express dislike for a writer’s work to a few trusted friends or fellow authors, it’s just not in me to publicly belittle another writer or his work. As far as begrudging a writer success… It’s a tough business. In my opinion, anyone who can get an agent or a publisher or find a means for getting their writing to the public is already a success, regardless of how much they sell. Nor do I look down on writers who self-publish. The amount of perseverance it takes to write, to complete a work, to believe in it enough to pay for its publication, to market and promote and distribute it, is a huge accomplishment in and of itself.
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In 1986, I was on my way to teach a class when I was told about the Challenger disaster. I cancelled the class and went to a little diner in Tuscaloosa to drink coffee and watch their television, which was tuned to ABC news. Peter Jennings’ coverage impressed me so much that from then on, whatever happened in the world, his was the voice and appearance I depended on.
After the elections of 2000, I stopped watching the news as often, but when 9/11 happened, it was back to ABC for me. The news was the same no matter what, but somehow it was always a little easier to take when he delivered it.
I will miss him.