Coincedence. This arrived in my mailbox this morning: Word of the day:………..’nevar’ [neh-BAR] English translation:…….to snow Other meanings: ‘poner blanca una cosa’ – to whiten Phrase: Las nubes cubren el cielo y empieza a nevar.The clouds cover the sky and it begins to snow. (via Spanish Word-A-Day.)
Lee took pity on me and finished Terry Pratchett’s Wintersmith this morning. I swear I read more books in a month than he does in an entire year… Wintersmith is part of the Tiffany Aching JV series. Tiffany is a young witch, living on the Chalk Hills (nowhere near Lancre). The first book, Hat Full
The power went out…nine-ish, came back on about…three-ish? We watched tree branches fall down at the house across the backyard. Crunch! I lay down in front of the fireplace for a nap, woke up with the sunshine in my face…woke up again when the fishtank started splashing… A day off just isn’t the same when
New Jersey court recognizes right to same-sex unions Fair’s fair. Holiday for interracial couples–“Loving Day” Interracial marriages were made legal across the U.S. in 1967. I remember arguing with a guy during college about it, though. He said it was wrong to have interracial kids, because they’d be treated like freaks. I got treated like
If death holds no fear for the true Buddhist, why be vegetarian? (Be vegetarian if you like: I often eat that way myself. It’s lighter on resources, cheaper, healthier if managed well, and delicious. But eating vegetarian doesn’t guarantee that you’re not harming animals (encroached habitat, pesticides) or saving the environment (pollution caused by shipping,
Taking a Borders survey in exchange for a $10 gift card. How much do you spend on new books yearly? How am I supposed to figure that out?!? I ask Lee. He says, “Just pick the highest amount.” “$450?!?” “Yep.” “Really?” “Yep.”
Check your cabinets. The request to remove Phenylpropanolamine (PPA) went out in 2000, and I still found the stuff in my medicine cabinet. Kids cold medicine. Yeesh.
Why write? To entertain, to educate…vague things. For me, writing is about answering “The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock.” Why not just wit yourself to death?
I liked it better when being politically correct meant you were polite to people you used to get to be rude to, rather than refraining from despising people who support torture.
