Archive for November, 2006

Why I’m Not Churbuck, V. 1

November 26, 2006

I always feel so guilty that I’m not a blogging monster like my pal and erstwhile boss Churbuck — he must blog in his sleep. So, I’m trying to figure out why I’m not a blogging monster.
So, like fer instance, today: First I had to do my yoga, cause my back’s all tight and I can’t [...]

Journalist as Brand

November 20, 2006

and who better to adopt this idea than me?
Well, I can think of a few friends and associates. Jeff Jarvis on “Independent journalist as brand” — if you’re worried about your future, read this.

Janice’s Folly

November 19, 2006

My new potting shed (work in progress):
 
Cute or what?

Rats. Clouds.

November 19, 2006

We had every intention of getting up for the Leonids (see below), but the clouds skunked us. Anyone anywhere get a view?

Where I’ll Be Saturday Night

November 17, 2006

Sitting out on the lawn ’round midnight trying to catch the Leonid meteor showers. See Skytonight.com, Skytour, and Space.com .
According to one of the above, “Some years ago, when the teams of David Asher and Robert McNaught were making their groundbreaking predictions of Leonid storms and outbursts for the years 1999-2002, they also noted a possible [...]

I Have Seen the Future

November 15, 2006

And it’s…old.
Spent most of the day shepherding 94-yr-old Mum through the medical system. I am, I have to say, incredibly lucky. She’s cogent, mobile and shake-free. Unlike everyone else in the waiting room (and, boy, do you wait).  Once the doctor realizes she has to speak up, because, duh, a 94-year-old is hard of hearing, [...]

Appearances

November 15, 2006

Recent discoveries:
1. It’s finally happened — men in New York City have become more attractive than the women. True. I see a great head of wavy hair bouncing down the street but then realize it’s on top of a guy. A good looking guy. There are just more and more of them.
2. This is a [...]

The Joy of Being Free

November 3, 2006

I’m going to try to enjoy this time (thanks, Chris) instead of just fretting. So I am:

sleeping again. And because I’m not popping Tylenol PM every night, I can wake up and listen to the coyotes at night (we’re surrounded)
taking classes that I never had time to on weekends, like getting back to the watercolors [...]