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Feb.04.2013
"You went to Iceland in February? Why on earth would you go there at that time of year?"
My brother would have answered, "I've always wanted to try fresh puffin and whale." My dad would have replied, "It's the cheapest time to go."
I was 45 years old and I'd never seen...
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Feb.04.2013
I waited outside the bus station. I was picking up my eldest son. He had spent the night in Dublin attending a Democrats Abroad event - a Super Bowl gathering. He looked pale and tired and lonely as he walked over to the car and being a Niners fan he carried the weight of defeat about himself...
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Feb.04.2013
And for all of you rabid football fans out there: Lady Sybil didn't die! She was in a coma, and has recovered fully!
Wow: what a comeback!!!
-- Earl Merkel
(POSTSCRIPT: Okay, I lied. But I had you for a minute there, didn't I?)
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Feb.20.2012
February 20
TIME IS HERE TO STAY
I have passed my days emptying them like breadcrumbs onto a trail of rescue. Expecting them to facilitate redemption, and if not that, at least retreat, I release an audible sigh as I let each evening slip to...
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Feb.04.2012
Rant #49, Remix.
I've decided I'm not watching the Superbowl. My interest in the season began waning after my team was eliminated. I continued watching games because a few compelling story lines existed for the playoffs and my habits had momentum, but now?
The momentum has been broken. Also, I'm...
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Mar.04.2010
I love my computer, almost as much as I love my family and my dog. My laptop contains my life, my works in progress, my address book for emails, my phone numbers. It is how I pay my bills, my primary method of contacting people (via email), how I help my kids with their homework. When I don't...
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Feb.08.2010
The award for the most off-target (I fervently pray) Superbowl ad is in: Audi's "The Green Police," a fascist nightmare that inexplicably parallels the 1950's-era anti-Commie paranoia films-- in the Audi ad, presumably to sell eco-friendly vehicles. It's jaw-dropping in its appalling...
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Jan.25.2010
No one remembers exactly how it started. My best guess is that my friend George, a diehard sports fan, spouted some inanity about his favorite team and I responded with a feisty “wanna bet?” The race was on.
The result is that for the last twenty years or so, George and I have bet on every...
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