Client: You tell your Jim to teach my Jim not to be so wordy. He's got to stay on-message.
Me: Right. And since your Jim has a meeting in an hour, I'll try to get my Jim to get to your Jim's testimony right away, instead of explaining the set-up of the courtroom.
Sidenote: journey two into Rhode Island!
Monday, September 14, 2009
Sunday, September 13, 2009
prepubescent
My little brother turned thirteen yesterday, but he still doesn't have any armpit hair. I asked.
Saturday, September 12, 2009
overqualified--sentences from personal ads in Harvard Magazine, July-August 2009
Having all attributes a man could want.
Bright, captivating, affectionate artist and outdoor adventurer. Graceful, natural athlete, leggy slim figure, easygoing great looks, 49. International experience and sophistication yet deep roots in New England with the best of its philosophy and love of its landscape and light. Mischievous and genuine, sexy and comfortable with herself.
Drives red Prius, buys green. Creative, fun, low-maintenance. Nature lover, bird lover, travel/music lover. Delights in movies, kayaking, New Mexico, Martha's Vineyard, Buddhist retreats, speaking Spanish/Hebrew.
I am: glamorous Ivy Leaguer; highly accomplished.
Needs man to emotionally complement her and pursue committed partnership.
Bright, captivating, affectionate artist and outdoor adventurer. Graceful, natural athlete, leggy slim figure, easygoing great looks, 49. International experience and sophistication yet deep roots in New England with the best of its philosophy and love of its landscape and light. Mischievous and genuine, sexy and comfortable with herself.
Drives red Prius, buys green. Creative, fun, low-maintenance. Nature lover, bird lover, travel/music lover. Delights in movies, kayaking, New Mexico, Martha's Vineyard, Buddhist retreats, speaking Spanish/Hebrew.
I am: glamorous Ivy Leaguer; highly accomplished.
Needs man to emotionally complement her and pursue committed partnership.
Red Sox Nation
The crowd's voice surged in another cheer, and I looked at the field, assuming the Red Sox had hit another home run. (If that was the was the case, I could hardly be bothered to stand again--they'd already gotten five, and it was only the sixth inning). But the pitcher was just warming up. I looked to the stands again, and saw the wave, noted the breathy anticipation as the fans waited to see if it would jump from the third-base bleachers, past the scoreboard, to the backfield seats, where I was perched. It was the waves' third time around the stadium, and everyone cheered louder. I stood up.
Wednesday night
But, joy!~from the Vogue September issue, in reference to style during the recession
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