Y’all know I make my own rules for the thrill of breaking them.
Bone wrote an amazing post on his engagement. It resonated with me strongly–every syllable.
This article sums up my feelings on many left wing bloggers.
This is an interesting article from The Economist on the end of The Sopranos Somehow brings him into it. Don’t like D’Souza at all.
I’m a person in search of a political center. Not true. I know what my politics are. Just don’t think saying f–k Bush constantly, or variations of that accomplish anything. I believe that many political bloggers are full of themselves and don’t see the nuances.
But I do love The Soprano’s
Before there was Boston Legal there was Tony and family(s).
My dad had a client, a union, that he eventually gave up because of certain things. But he used to bring me there when I was a child as they were very very child friendly. I do remember them fondly, giant beer bellies, cigars hanging out of mouthes and all….
Am looking forward to the last Sopranos and am scared at the same time. Don’t want any more deaths. My sister wants Tony to divorce Carmela and marry Dr. Melfi. This will let Carmela meet somebody not mob related.
Put the post I had below the italics into draft. Was a bit too self-indulgent for my taste. Dari I will link to Friday Flashbacks when I get back home
Wrote this post after spending too much time in the sun. Don't feel it until after and then I'm drained and incapable of new thoughts.
Actually can't wait to go into the "House of oldies" on Main Street and see what kind of music I will buy that i once would have been too embarrassed to listen to without headsets.
Know how strange this sounds after all my complaints about noise, but i miss boom boxes on the beach. Beaches and other people's music just go together.
Once, years ago Lucia and I were at Jones Beach. We heard classical music, and looked to see who would listen to classical on the beach when summer, and beaches belong to rock. Was an entire group of people we had worked with. It's one of the biggest beaches in the world, and the odds of the people at the next blanket being people we knew were less than none.
The water temp is 78. Takes until August to get up to that at home, if it does at all. Found a boogie board in the shed and am going to use it tomorrow.
Spent tonight being all domesticated.
Only a real Manhattanite can make calls and send emails on the glories of doing laundry in a washer/dryer with features I have never seen before, and dishes in a state of the art dishwasher.
Yes I think I'm more than ready to be domesticated, and have space. It feels amazing.
People say you're not a real grown up until you have kids or own a home. Don't know about the first, but do know about the second. Owning two and a half rooms is stifling.
It's depressing not to be able to cook or to have room to spread out. Where ever I will go, my family and friends will come along. They call enough.
I'm the official go to person with kid problems. Maybe I do know a bit about having children. Only I don't get the joyful parts. I get the "I don't know what to do...." If any of the people who call me are reading this. I love you for including me. Even if....
If you're one of the kids. I think you're perfect, wonderful and more--despite....and you know it....
When I move, where ever I move I will have room for them to visit. And the kids are all old enough to come alone. Their parents can come also.
I'm thinking small beach town. The wonders of the ocean never fail to make me feel one with the universe.
I'm thinking small city. I'm thinking Santa Monica as the perfect place. But it is pricey and my family and friends still have this thing about the West Coast being too far for easy access for them, but anywhere on the East Coast is perfect.
I'm thinking it's up to me to make the decision. I'm thinking of selling and spending time exploring.
But I came here to write and so I force myself. I would really rather be on the beach. If I find someplace where I can buy beach front property, that would be perfect. Totally perfect.
Happy birthday Boz Scaggs. All those car commercials can't be wrong. "Heart like..." I was looking for something real bar rocky, because Boz Scaggs always means getting up in an old, spacious funky bar and dancing despite yourself. Boz Scaggs always meant fun to me. Pure fun.
Coming home on 6/22. Am pretty booked that following week, I think. In my life everything is subject to change. Will answer all comments the first week in July.
I wonder why deserving is even necessary. It doesn’t help you get things to deserve them. Not deserving things doesn’t stop people from getting them. I do see your point about how forgiving people doesn’t make you feel more deserving but maybe life is more about trying. There’s my $.02.
Domesticated is good.
I loved NY when I was there. I considered moving there. The best thing my parents did was convince me not to sel off the house left to me in Charleston and purchase a place in NY. They said wait a year then if you want to do it do it.
Funny how things change in a year.
I prefer the space, and I think I prefer Maryland.
I don’t give much attention to bloggers unless I read them, so whether they are left, right progressive or dirty I only care if I read them. I don’t care about their blogger neurosis, or even Time’s view of it all.
Ha, July???
Had me scared there for a minute.
If you find a place on the beach, and there’s a house for sale next door, let me know, I’d love to be your neighbour..
Just not sure about the East Coast though. I like the West Coast just fine.
Yes, owning a house, I think buying my first place at 35 finally means I’m a grown-up now. Maybe. I too, have become oddly domesticated lately.
But we will both forever have spent time in a Stooges mosh pit, and that unites us in youth and cool for all time. I still admire you greatly for that.
I’m impressed by your domesticity. If I’d known having space would put you in this mood…
Boz Scaggs. Haven’t heard that name in far too long. Thanks for the reminder. You know, he can’t even walk down the street in some parts of Japan without being mobbed.
Here’s http://koreanchronicles.blogspot.com/ MY idea of the perfect finale of the Sopranos.
What’s the fun in making your own rules if you aren’t gonna break ‘em?
Enjoy the beach for me! I’ll drive a couple hundred miles in your honor tomorrow
Hi,
First off, I am surfing and only just found your site and I am adding a link to your site on mine because I a) absolutely love your layout and b) I love what you write about.
Second, I agree with you and Joe Klein. I loved Klein’s writing – and still do – but I am not from the US and I stopped reading TIME soon after 9/11 after which it suddenly seemed as if the publication didn’t care about the rest of the world anymore which was sad because I really did love it. I still pick up an issue from time to time, hoping “Prove me wrong! Prove me wrong!” I am so subscribing to Klein’s blog though so thank you for at least partially renewing my faith in the publication by providing the link.
I will be back. Thanks, Marisa.