Hello and a happy new year to everyone. As the most feeble blogger on record, I feel it incumbent upon even me to check in once before the end of 2011 and to post some pictures of a few of the places I visited in 2010/2011, in all of which I met the most wonderful
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NOW I DO HAVE GET ONE…
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The New York Public Library is doing a fantastic Candide exhibit with a lot of online stuff, to which, if I can write something worthy, I’m going to contribute. But check out this 2 minute Candide. It’s brilliant. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Gk0XY199svk
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A happy dog cruisin’ in California on his way to Thanksgiving dinner. When we got back to the city, all the leaves had been summarily removed from the trees and deposited on the ground, making Riverside Park look gray and wintry and dull. And the idea of moving to California seemed like a brilliant incontrovertible
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A female cardinal landed on our balcony today and wanted very much to get in. There are birds you just fall in love with and the female cardinal is one, partly because as a child I watched one hatch her eggs in a nest visible from our porch (the cat unfortunately ate all her babies),
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That scruffy being above is a cairn terrier, which would be quite enough to make me turn to Justin Smith’s wonderful piece on 3quarks daily, but the piece itself, about dogs and philosophy, is fascinating. click here to read it.
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Today I went through the book shelves trying to find duplicates and other books I could donate to Betterworld.com so that I can make the bookshelves look nice and not so haphazardly crowded so that someone will see the apartment on Sunday and say, “What lovely orderly bookshelves! Why, I think I’ll buy this apartment!”
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I’m so happy!
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Sometimes people come up to me and say, “I could write a novel about my life.” I think I have committed the same act of hubris in the blog genre. I am a bad blogger. And I apologize. I am a blog sloth and my blog should be called a slog. I only blog when
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By Elizabeth Strout. By far.
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