May 2007

Ray and I stopped downtown for lunch before braving the doc’s for her last chicken-pox shot yesterday and discovered a place called “The Original Soup Man“* was there…when it hadn’t been there before. Now, I like soup. I mean, a few days ago, I had to crow over the fact that I had completely surpassed […]

Orangs at the zoo in Atlanta, Georgia, get to play video games.

Via BD. Warning: The one Phillip Pullman book I read (not one of this series) left me feeling cheated. So far: Fox, Gibbon, Chimpanzee, and Ladybug.

(By the way, it’s not that going to New Mexico is all that remarkable, like going to Scotland or Japan or something…it’s just that I don’t get out of town much.) I had to stop three different places in the Springs in order to get gas…everyone was out! The third place only had 85 left,

Here’s something I learned in New Mexico: the Spanish word for “tax” is “imposition.” That’s right. Like death, no one can escape the Spanish imposition.

Or, Yes and No. One of the YA authors I follow, Maureen Johnson, has had a book, Bermudez Triangle, banned from school library in Bartlesville, Oklahoma. One parent filled out a sheet asking the book to be pulled…even though there were two other options available, one to prevent the child from checking out the book,