Thursday, November 29, 2007
Almost immediately, we were laughing to the point of tears. So hard, in fact, that the people near us on the crowded train started smiling. That level of laughter - double over, and hold your sides - spreads insidiously, those nearby don't even know what's funny, but the corners of their mouths tip up regardless.
Tuesday, November 27, 2007
Initially, I was shocked. Then, I remembered that I no longer shop at bookstores. Everything I read comes from the library (and, on occasion, friends.) I was much more "up-to-date" with the latest novel to come out when I frequented Borders.
So, new project (and you know how I love me my projects): read through the 2007 list. (Or, at least, the 50 novels - I'm not a huge fan of nonfiction.)
First one up: The Yiddish Policemen's Union, by Michael Chabon. Chabon wrote one of my fave books: The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier and Clay.
Monday, November 12, 2007
superhelpful shopchick: Now you need needles.....bamboo or plastic?
shopchick: Well, are you a tightly wound personality, or loose-y-goosey?
maisnon: Tightly wound.
(shopchick selects plastic needles)
maisnon: Now, I immediately want to say "But, I'm not REALLY tightly wound"
shopchick: .... proving that you are, of course.
Sunday, November 04, 2007
I'm lovin' my 'hood right now.
I started writing something with too much detail, all about the two dogs named Ollie, the coffeeshops, and the potential friendships.
You don't need to tell a story to tell a story: I'm happy here. I see the possibilities. I like the pulse. It's working for me.