Life in a Northern Virginia suburb of Washington, D.C. B.M.A.T.C., and Etruscan typewriter erasers. Blogged by David Gorsline.
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More old fart reminiscence: we were trying to explain to the younger cast members about "My Mother the Car." Even as I watched the show when I was nine years old, I enjoyed it but I knew it was crap. The unsettling thing is that I vaguely remember this episode. posted: 2:14:22 PM |
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The air along the trail is filled with the scent of honeysuckle. It's intoxificating: there is no other word for it, as Matt Galloway knows. On Tuesday, I heard a Wood Thrush singing, fluting its perfect phrases. posted: 1:14:19 PM |
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Advice on proper handling, in order to avoid "CD rot." posted: 10:14:19 AM |
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Si la jeunesse sauvait, si la viellesse pouvait. Advice to commencement speakers from Carlin Romano. Consider your audience:
(Thanks to Arts & Letters Daily.) posted: 10:14:16 AM |
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