I wanted to chat up Rachel Singer Gordon’s presentation-pricing survey and her subsequent tips for presenters, but I’ve been knackered.
All day–a very long day crossing three time zones–I am in the yoke trying to get MPOW’s new search engine launched, plus this week I am taking 12 hours of training in re said search [...]
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For months afterwards I had the same dream. It was morning, and I walked off the PATH train, wove through the morning hubbub at the World Trade Center, pushed through the turnstile, and made my way to Borders Bookstore, my favorite shortcut to the new federal building where I managed a library.
It wasn’t even [...]
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So last night after getting in to TLH at 11 I called Comcast. I was on hold for over 30 minutes, then a very nice guy from Comcast reset my modem and we were online. Thanks, fella, and I’m glad the second fiancee turned out to be a keeper.
I’m off to Sandy’s second service (she [...]
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I once heard Pat Schuman say if you want someone to remember a point you’re making, repeat it seven times. Over on Mentat, Lori Ayre (a welcome voice in the biblioblogosphere) talks about the possibilities of mashing up services such as AskNow.com with My Place Of Work.
You can call that the fourth time the [...]
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By the time the moving truck rolled away yesterday afternoon, I had collected $6.42 from the change scattered under couches and beds, lurking in dark corners, and falling out of pockets of the last few things I stuffed into boxes. I will stuff this found money in an envelop and save it for Tallahassee–perhaps for [...]
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(A portrait of a friend who died nearly twenty years ago, and the last essay in the collection.)
David stands on the corner of Market and Castro, a wide grin spreading under his bottlebrush mustache, a Bible clasped in one hand while the other brushes a thick shag of brown hair from his eyes; his bantam [...]
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(An essay about menopause.)
I wake up at 2 a.m. in a pool of my own sweat and stumble from the bedroom so I do not wake up Sandy. Before menopause crept up on me, I did not realize how many parts of my body could perspire, particularly at once, particularly without the provocations of heat [...]
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On the final approach to SFO last night the fog was as beautiful as I had ever known it, a thick white sateen rope draped casually on the mountains, and the rumpled waters of the Bay were sparkling, and it was all so beautiful I was torn between looking and not looking, knowing this was [...]
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(An essay about love and marriage. The following scene takes place after our marriage was invalidated.)
My eccentric one-woman campaign to prevaricate about my marital status might seem a sort of unraveling. After all, no one noticed or cared; it took me a surprisingly long time to realize that anyone reviewing the forms I so defiantly [...]
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(An essay about many things, including squirrels.)
“You got a pet elephant?” asked the lady behind me at Costco as I piled five giant bags of unsalted peanuts in the shell on the checkout counter. It was my second trip to Costco that month. “Squirrels,” I replied, embarrassed. “No, not squirrels, please,” she said, rolling her [...]
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