Kate's wonderful post on the somewhat lost art of getting absorbed in an activity -- deliberately not multi-tasking (unitasking? monotasking?) -- nudged me closer to a decision I've been putting off for a while. Toward the end of her post, Kate said Also, if you don’t see me around here? It’s generally safe to assume it’s… Continue reading Sweet Sabbatical
If you haven't been over to the SP Ning community in a while, you might be interested in the clothing swap thread Angie G just started. She noted the number of people who commented on Snarky's recent post on wanting to get rid of clothes that don't fit and thought that a swap might be… Continue reading FYI: Clothing swap on Ning
Apparently, Randy Michaels, the CEO of Tribune Co. here in Chicago, has issued a list to the reporters on WGN, our local public radio station, containing words and phrases they must no longer speak on air. These are not dirty words, a la George Carlin, but words that sound like "newsspeak" (according to WGN news director Charlie… Continue reading Friday fluff: The forbidden tongue
Some time back, to the horror of concern trolls everywhere, we provided you with a license to eat tasty food. Now Fat Nutritionist fan Bookwyrm has gone one better and made a Get Out of Diet Free card: Enjoy! What other Monopoly cards could you use right now?
According to the Vancouver Sun, there's a new way to torture yourself through dieting. Literally: The medical procedure involves stitching a small piece of polyethylene mesh onto a patient's tongue, making it painful to ingest solid foods and forcing a low-calorie, liquid diet. You pay a nice man named Dr Nikolas Chugay to spend 10… Continue reading Gobsmacked
Have you seen Hipster Puppies yet? I am pretty sure it is why the gods invented Tumblr. I can't decide which is my favorite, this one or this one but I am pretty damn happy about them both. Feel free to share puppies, lemurs, new blogs, weekend plans, what have you.
America lost a great voice this weekend: the poet Lucille Clifton died. She was 73 years old. Clifton wrote wonderful, poignant, witty poems whose formal simplicity belies their emotional and political depth. She wrote of the realities of living in a large, black, female body in a racist, sexist culture; she survived cancer and wrote… Continue reading “but who can distinguish one human voice amid such choruses of desire”