Beautiful, and you're looking away from the sunset, towards the east. Meanwhile, here in Mississippi, we had 4 inches of snow. A veritable winter wonderland.
Overcast and snowy in Mississippi, and clear skies in Chicago. Gotta love global warming.
If I were in Chicago, the first or second place I'd go would be here. Then, I'd try to get out of that city fast not because it's bad - it's not - but because it's flat as a pancake.
But I'm more interested in what's happening today -- taking an idea that occurred in another realm, or another state, whatever, and translated into reality. Behold: chicken liver paté with oats, breaded and deep fried, an idea that I saw in a recent dream that I told you about.
A year ago, I was just starting to think of a young man I met on the Internet as my sort-of boyfriend, and was making plans for meeting up with him. I was also starting to think about quitting my job as a transcriber for a news wire service (politicians become really, really annoying when you have to listen to them all day, every day) and looking forward to some change.
Now I'm in a new job, new state, new last name, and looking forward to celebrating Chinese New Year, of all things, on Sunday with my in-laws.
Except the problem with marrying into a Chinese family is that all of the sudden you have to GIVE lucky money to your unmarried relatives and friends without ever having RECEIVED lucky money. Lame. (Although my husband is such a saver, he probably never even spent his, and so I still get the benefit of it.)
A year ago I was still elated about having a clean PET CT scan, and got a quick turnaround on scheduling an outpatient surgery to remove my Mediport. I had also attended a homebuyer seminar at my credit union and was trying to decide whether or not to buy a home.
It was a good moment.
I'm doing worse this year. The pain! I almost couldn't finish my grocery store outing this evening. I put the meat in the fridge but I can't do any more. I took a powerful painkiller and it's like the dart into the elephant. I won't be conscious long.
A year ago tonight I had a dream that I'm in some kind of church. I suddenly realize that I'm wearing only a nightie. I'm embarrassed, but there's nothing I can do about it now except try to carry it off. Later I see that another woman a few pews ahead of me is also wearing a nightie, so I feel a little bit better, but not much.
We spent a three day weekend at the Plantation at Amelia Island attending the rental property owners weekend for the free golf and a party. That warm weather in early February is not here anymore, and we will have to wait for spring break in March to see if it is warm enough to go down to the beach.And the snow in Atlanta today covers every thing in a Currier & Ives winter wonderland. Enjoy your travels together and make more memories as a contented couple advises the wise Hebrew, Solomon, in Ecclesiastes, because there is truly nothing better. And thanks for keeping the unique Althouse Blog Salon open.
A year ago I was celebrating the birth of my parents' first great-grandchild, my first grandniece Lucy. She turned 1 yesterday and her great-grandparents are still here and celebrating.
Wrap your fingers around your neck and feel the stony glands. Count the holes in your belt loop for lost weight.
In the black unfurling glass, study the hard planes of your face.
Compare it to the prom picture in your wallet, the orchid pinned to your chest like a spider.
Think of the flames at your high school bonfire licking the black sky, ashes rising, innumerable stars. The fingers that wove with your fingers have somehow turned to bone.
The subway shudders between dark and light. The ox plods across the page.
Think of everyone you ever loved: the boy who gets off at your stop is a faint ideogram for each.
A year ago I had coffee with a woman who'd recently survived a ruptured brain aneurysm and a Near Death Experience. She told about the way both experiences changed her life and her outlook. Her unpracticed and haltingly told story seemed credible and incredible to me and very real to her.
Oh my. Reminds me of a lunch with a friend at Cantor Fitzgerald a few weeks before our lives changed. Sitting near the glass, I had to look away when I sensed a slight sway as the tower moved relative to the other - just enough to be noticible.
A year ago I was distraught that a man had, within the past month, knowingly usurped the Presidency, put his hand on the bible, lied about defending the USC, and no one seemed to care, and even cheered. The world has been upside down through the looking glass since.
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39 comments:
I'm afraid of heights and this photograph makes me dizzy. It's pretty though!
Beautiful, and you're looking away from the sunset, towards the east. Meanwhile, here in Mississippi, we had 4 inches of snow. A veritable winter wonderland.
Overcast and snowy in Mississippi, and clear skies in Chicago. Gotta love global warming.
A year ago, I didn't know if I'd be around this year.
Life is wonderful.
If rain falls in a desert, it's still a desert.
One year ago I was preparing to have another teenager. Now I'm preparing for him to turn 14.
Lovely. Also, like the view of a frozen Lake Michigan!
wv: complite the trifecta!
If I were in Chicago, the first or second place I'd go would be here. Then, I'd try to get out of that city fast not because it's bad - it's not - but because it's flat as a pancake.
Almost one year ago to the day, I was pretty much doing what I do now. In that case, I was pointing out the incompetence of those who were opposed to the stimulus.
I used to have a similar view (although a bit lower and more southerly) during Med School.
Sadly that building is now gone
Seriously, how can people live w/o, if not mountains, then at least some degree of topographical variety?
Sex, science, and art — all night long, all because of purple. And trees. You know I'm an Ann Arborist. Here in Madison."
A year ago, here.
Hmmm.
Happy VD Weekend one and all.
Well, looking back, the record shows a year ago I was concocting some pretty awesome dishes starting here at February 1 2009 and running through to the end of the month. Making cheese, noodles, and so forth.
But I'm more interested in what's happening today -- taking an idea that occurred in another realm, or another state, whatever, and translated into reality. Behold: chicken liver paté with oats, breaded and deep fried, an idea that I saw in a recent dream that I told you about.
Big sky is the benefit of flat.
You can see the sun from sunrise to sunset. Anyway you can if you haven't let trees encroach.
That's what you need farmers for.
"Seriously, how can people live w/o, if not mountains, then at least some degree of topographical variety?"
As I understand it, it has something to do with where you hang your hat.
A year ago, I was just starting to think of a young man I met on the Internet as my sort-of boyfriend, and was making plans for meeting up with him. I was also starting to think about quitting my job as a transcriber for a news wire service (politicians become really, really annoying when you have to listen to them all day, every day) and looking forward to some change.
Now I'm in a new job, new state, new last name, and looking forward to celebrating Chinese New Year, of all things, on Sunday with my in-laws.
Except the problem with marrying into a Chinese family is that all of the sudden you have to GIVE lucky money to your unmarried relatives and friends without ever having RECEIVED lucky money. Lame. (Although my husband is such a saver, he probably never even spent his, and so I still get the benefit of it.)
-Chan
A year ago I was still elated about having a clean PET CT scan, and got a quick turnaround on scheduling an outpatient surgery to remove my Mediport. I had also attended a homebuyer seminar at my credit union and was trying to decide whether or not to buy a home.
It was a good moment.
I'm doing worse this year. The pain! I almost couldn't finish my grocery store outing this evening. I put the meat in the fridge but I can't do any more. I took a powerful painkiller and it's like the dart into the elephant. I won't be conscious long.
Many miles to go.
A year ago, The Blonde was starting to butt heads with The Powers That Be at work. Well, it's partly settled, now.
Irene said...
A year ago, I didn't know if I'd be around this year.
Glad you made it.
Sorry to interrupt the good feelings but I thought this was more important.
Spread it around.
Kentuckyliz, that wasn't a joke on you or anything.
Hang in there, kid.
Thanks, edutcher.
Kentuckyliz, I'll keep you in my thoughts.
A year ago tonight I had a dream that I'm in some kind of church. I suddenly realize that I'm wearing only a nightie. I'm embarrassed, but there's nothing I can do about it now except try to carry it off. Later I see that another woman a few pews ahead of me is also wearing a nightie, so I feel a little bit better, but not much.
wv: saing. As in I'm just...
We spent a three day weekend at the Plantation at Amelia Island attending the rental property owners weekend for the free golf and a party. That warm weather in early February is not here anymore, and we will have to wait for spring break in March to see if it is warm enough to go down to the beach.And the snow in Atlanta today covers every thing in a Currier & Ives winter wonderland. Enjoy your travels together and make more memories as a contented couple advises the wise Hebrew, Solomon, in Ecclesiastes, because there is truly nothing better. And thanks for keeping the unique Althouse Blog Salon open.
Must have been a well heated room. LOL
Oh no giant puppets.
A year ago I was celebrating the birth of my parents' first great-grandchild, my first grandniece Lucy. She turned 1 yesterday and her great-grandparents are still here and celebrating.
vw: icarr
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A year ago I was almost eight months pregnant, and our first son was an only child.
What a fun year it's been!
LonewackoDotCom, we don't need mountains. We have skyscrapers.
A year ago I was promoted to a job that I truly loved and yet am now thrilled to be leaving. Funny how things work out.
KY Liz, didn't mean to forget you. You are valuable here; you remind us all of how fortunate we are and we want you to be able to smile, too.
(If that didn't come out right, sorry)
edutcher, you are a Gentleman.
kentuckyLiz: All is forgiven, please don't go!
Seriously, having you here, along with vbspurs, edutcher, titus, and even folks like Garage, etc.... are what makes Althouse interesting.
It sounds kind of trite in a way, but all of us here are a part of a whole and all are necessary.
Cheers, and many more!
wv: ackerm on deck, kentuckyLiz is here!
For KY Liz
From
Etching of the Plague Years.
by Mary Karr
Wrap your fingers around your neck
and feel the stony glands.
Count the holes in your belt loop
for lost weight.
In the black unfurling glass,
study the hard planes of your face.
Compare it to the prom picture
in your wallet, the orchid
pinned to your chest like a spider.
Think of the flames
at your high school bonfire
licking the black sky, ashes rising,
innumerable stars. The fingers that wove
with your fingers
have somehow turned to bone.
The subway shudders between dark and light.
The ox plods across the page.
Think of everyone
you ever loved: the boy
who gets off at your stop
is a faint ideogram for each.
Offer him your hand.
Help him climb the stair.
A year ago I had coffee with a woman who'd recently survived a ruptured brain aneurysm and a Near Death Experience. She told about the way both experiences changed her life and her outlook. Her unpracticed and haltingly told story seemed credible and incredible to me and very real to her.
(from 2009 journal entry)
A year ago I had a small birthday party and was packing to go to Israel for a few months
A year ago I was trying to figure out what to wear to go out to meet a man.
Now i am heading the the berkshires with my man, selling my fabulous loft and moving to India and then Madison.
Crack I would do you on the downlow and not tell anyone.
My man is very rich which is very weird for me. I am accustomed to paying for everthing.
But I have to admit I enjoy it.
Oh my. Reminds me of a lunch with a friend at Cantor Fitzgerald a few weeks before our lives changed. Sitting near the glass, I had to look away when I sensed a slight sway as the tower moved relative to the other - just enough to be noticible.
A year ago I was distraught that a man had, within the past month, knowingly usurped the Presidency, put his hand on the bible, lied about defending the USC, and no one seemed to care, and even cheered. The world has been upside down through the looking glass since.
I didn't write anything because I didn't remember what I was doing a year ago.
Then I checked my old email.
A year ago I wrote my Democrat Senator and asked her not to vote for the Stimulus Bill.
Especially since she had not read it and did not know what was in it.
She never even acknowledged my communication.
That was back when I was nice to her.
And yes, it is nice to have Irene and KentuckyLiz and ... someone from another post commented on surviving -- you too.
A Year ago I was being laid off. So a year ago, I was employed and about to be unemployed.
So much for Hope.
You are one hot piece of ass.
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