I have visual confirmation that Bill's neighbour, the ex-Torontonian and daughter of hippies, is indeed a bona-fide New York sex columnist for the Metro. (Commuters get it free with the $2 cost of a subway ticket). The bad part is that being a New York sex columnist doesn't seem to require much literary skill or even an unusually interesting life. Disappointing, considering that Angele Yanor made quite a debacle after plagiarising for "Lucky Strike" in a newspaper as humble as the Vancouver Sun.
In Darragh's favour, she does do real journalism -- with Fox News.
The flu bug is catching up with me, meaning lots of tea, ginger ale, and cracks about how I should suck it up because Dubya says flu shots are ineffective anyway. I think the great secret of American economic power is just that here, things are the way they are because the President says so. If that's not efficient, what is? I've been a bit of a grouch the way sick people sometimes are, and now the roomie thinks I'm suicidal because she caught me trying to get fresh air -- stupid in the city, I know -- from an open window.
Did I ever mention that she wanted child-protection bars for hers because she was afraid she'd fall out?
The weather's turning grey, conspiring with the flu to create moodiness and a Vancouver-like atmosphere. I went to an all-ALSA (that's ____ Allied Law Students Association, filling in ____ with Asian-Pacific, Black, Latino, etc.) Open Mic tonight where I got to sweat in a small space with many other minority students and listen to the sound of ethnic anger, sadness, and people choking on cheese. I, for one, choked only on saltines.
In Darragh's favour, she does do real journalism -- with Fox News.
The flu bug is catching up with me, meaning lots of tea, ginger ale, and cracks about how I should suck it up because Dubya says flu shots are ineffective anyway. I think the great secret of American economic power is just that here, things are the way they are because the President says so. If that's not efficient, what is? I've been a bit of a grouch the way sick people sometimes are, and now the roomie thinks I'm suicidal because she caught me trying to get fresh air -- stupid in the city, I know -- from an open window.
Did I ever mention that she wanted child-protection bars for hers because she was afraid she'd fall out?
The weather's turning grey, conspiring with the flu to create moodiness and a Vancouver-like atmosphere. I went to an all-ALSA (that's ____ Allied Law Students Association, filling in ____ with Asian-Pacific, Black, Latino, etc.) Open Mic tonight where I got to sweat in a small space with many other minority students and listen to the sound of ethnic anger, sadness, and people choking on cheese. I, for one, choked only on saltines.
