. Proof of Nerd ID by Charles Cron “NO SUCH THING AS A FREE LUNCH” EDITION According to a recent survey by the School Nutrition Association, the average free lunch costs about $2.92 to make, yet the government contributes only $2.68.
. a blogumn by Amy Brown NPR has been waking me the past few weeks with dire warnings about the swine flu. Their reportage (and a discussion on – the shame of it, readers – the conservative talk station KFI AM 640 by Bryan Suits regarding Los Angeles’s free H1N1 vaccine) made me think of [...]
a yearlong diary in three-line poems by Jeff Rogers, day 67 Me and You I like the me that I am with you When I’m with the you That likes me.
That’s all. [Source: Topless Robot]
. a blogumn by Debra Goykhman My husband used to traditionally visit his hometown of Philadelphia to celebrate his birthday. Before we got married (4 months before) my husband continued this tradition and flew from Los Angeles to Philadelphia, while I drove to there with my brother from Pittsburgh, PA to share a birthday celebration [...]
Because I like to rep my hood, a lot of you know that I bleed blue and grey — that is I’m a super-proud graduate of Smith College (or Smithie, as we like to call ourselves). I never really intended to go to an all-women’s college, but I was legacy at Mount Holyoke, thanks to [...]
Whatever, Amy. So you guessed correctly that yesterday’s lyric was from “There’s No Business Like Show Business” as sung by Ethel Merman. That don’t mean you guys are going to win the week or anything, so don’t sleep. Let’s just move on to Random Tuesday. Back when I worked in top 40, I wrote a [...]
. a blogumn by Michael Kass Confession Time: I don’ t have any fresh ruminations on singlehood today. Or nerdom. I’m sure I could come up with something, but I’m running late to go read a book to pre-schoolers and tell them all about youth homelessness. So while I shatter the innocence of unsuspecting four-year-olds, [...]
a yearlong diary in three-line poems by Jeff Rogers, day 66 The Intimacy of Silence Two men painting a room. One swears. One talks to himself. A man and a woman reading together, breathing, sniffing, coughing. Without noise or chatter for cover, how nakedly together we can be.
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