My Dog is Chelsea

I ask myself every year what difference this day makes. It is essentially the same as any other: I work, I eat food, I laugh, I sleep. I did the same thing yesterday, and I will do it again tomorrow. Am I supposed to feel sadder on this day than any other? Because the Earth [...]

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I have a SIGG water bottle. In general, I like it a lot—it’s reusable, it’s metal, the water inside doesn’t taste plasticky like a Nalgene, and it’s pretty:

However, due in part to my laziness, the lid has developed a nasty film of mildew that vastly affects the quality of the drinking experience. I don’t much [...]

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Sorry! I have a lot to say, but absolutely no time to say it. In the last few weeks, I’ve:
…made yogurt from scratch
…met Ira Glass, shaken his hand and given him my email address
…not received an email from him
…discovered that my stomach is a bottomless repository
…played LOTS of ultimate frisbee
…and some volleyball, too
…dogsat (dogsitted?) my [...]

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This is ridiculously weird.
Apparently, I’m right-brained. But after focusing for a while, I became left-brained. And now it’s stuck. I wonder if that means I’ll suddenly become detail-oriented and less creative?

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There are a lot of things I’d like to do/start/finish: several abandoned knitting projects, a few long overdue emails, Wednesday’s crossword, two impending freelance deadlines, the neighborhood newspaper, homemade yogurt, the dirty bathroom, the bills, those promised mix CDs to all of you, a giant batch of vegetable stock for the freezer, the two books [...]

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