20 January
I just finished the most wonderful book, that I got because of Kim Rollins (got alot of volunteers yesterday to chain themselves to fences and the like). It's called The Plague and I and it's by Betty MacDonald, who wrote The Egg and I and the Mrs. Piggle-Wiggle books.
It's an hilarious book about when she got tb and had to go to a sanitorium! Just goes to show, anything can be funny if you write it right! Great book. I highly recommend it.
It is available through A Common Reader, one of the most evil, insidious websites ever. Fear it. Don't go.
The other day, when I was coming into the city to get Nik, I walked onto the subway platform and there was this really terrific busker singing and playing "My Girl", and as the song went on, more and more people were singing along louder and louder, until the entire platform, to a man, was singing at the top of their lungs:
IIIIII gueeeess yoooou'd saaaay
What could make me feel this way?
My girl, my girl, my girl
Talkin' 'bout myyyyy giiiiirl, MY GIRL!!!
It was one of those scenes that was so unreal, such a movie moment, that if you actually saw it in a movie you would roll your eyes and say "Those kinds things never happen in New York!!". I was in a good mood for the rest of the evening.
Last week I passed by Pat and Adam and someone else standing around talking at work, and Pat was wearing a t-shirt with that picture of the two angels leaning on their forearms, and the placement was such that there was one angel over each bosom, so I said:
"Jeez, Pat, you really think alot of your breasts, don't you?"
Everyone laughed, and Adam said "Only a woman could get away with saying that!" and Pat said, "No, only Kymm could get away with saying that!"
That's a legacy I can live with.
I can't believe that I forgot to tell you that a couple of weeks ago I was interviewed by the New York Times!
Maybe that's because of the last time I was interviewed by the New York Times and was left out of the finished article, an occurrence that was so traumatic that I have only recently stopped crying myself to sleep.
Anyway, this really nice woman was writing an article about Webrings, and good old sorely missed Pamela O'Connell gave her my name, as Pam is very good about thinking everything written about the web should be about journals, so we talked about Open Pages and the diary phenomenon as a whole, and for some reason I was completely stumped by the question "Why do you people do a thing like that?"
All of my glib answers flew out of my head like swallows returning to Capistrano, and all I could think was "Why not?"
Anyway, she didn't know when it would run, but she knew that it would be on a Thursday and it would be in both the online and paper editions. Probably the last Thursday in January, though. Anyway, I thought I'd mention it in case it was magically in tomorrows New York Times!
I hope I'm not left out again. I don't think I could get over that twice.
Today's horoscope:
You dream about a vocational opportunity, but fear risking what you have. Protect your gains, but be open to a chance to change.
One year ago today:
Alternative to Celene Dion, fool, what do you think?!
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