Good lord, has it really been over two months? You've got to love the way the time just flies by between Thanksgiving and Single's Awareness Day ... oops, I mean Valentine's Day. Especially when the interim involves, besides the usual holiday festivities, the inauguration of the first African American president in the country. I spent Inauguration Week crashing on a couch in Georgetown. I ended up with no tickets to the main event (I know, cry your tears for me) but that just meant that I got to sit around and sleep in while the rest of the town was freezing in the 20 degree weather. But don't think I got away completely hassle-free; trying to make my train meant that I had to spend more than one hour in a taxi trying to get from Georgetown University to Union Station. That's about five miles. Yeah. An hour. On the other hand, and to quote Helen Fielding, the wilderness years are over! I have employment again! And it pays and everything. And I've gotten back to ...
While in New York City this past weekend for the Blogs With Balls conference, I had one of the best conversations about cricket I've ever had in my life. Granted, the discussions about cricket that I've had in my life are limited, but I think that's because I usually am trying to get someone to explain the game to me. After a few attempts, I've had to throw up my hands and admit that cricket will never be something that I actually understand. Chock it up to cricket being like baseball played on a 360 degree field and leave it at that. Oh, and it's also the only sport that has meal and sleeping breaks woven into the fabric of the game. Baseball has the seventh inning stretch. Cricket has lunch and tea breaks and a single game can last for days. The discussion in question specifically referred to the attacks on the Sri Lankan cricket team in Pakistan on March 3 of this year. Sri Lanka agreed to fill in for the match after India refused to go in the wake of the atta...
Confession time once again. I went with some friends to see the 'Sex and the City' movie on opening day. I am not ashamed. I am, as ever, insanely jealous of the wardrobe and accessories those four women get to enjoy. And of course, I certainly am jealous of those hunky, hunky men. Out of a crowd of about 30 at the 3:15 showing at the Carousel Center in Syracuse, a whopping three, by my count, were men. When we left the theater, people were already lining up for the next showing. Easily 70 people, most of them women, and most of the women in their fancy cocktail dresses, with perfect hair and make-up, and of course, really beautiful shoes. Like out of a show from Fashion Week. This show was sold out. The line trailed around the escalators and back to the ticket office - a good 50 yards at least. This show was clearly sold out. Only one man was in the line. His girlfriend stood next to him, looking around to see if they would open up the theater soon. The man met my gaze as I wa...
I saw the article in Examiner.com It is nice. Keep up the nice work.
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