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I moved to Malawi March 1. It’s harder to be cynical here. It might be harder to imagine Utopia, too. For now, I’m just writing about what I see: Ndizedi
Through laziness and trepidation, I have avoided getting my stove fixed for the past two and a half years. Yes, you read that right. I have not had a properly functioning stove for most of the time I’ve lived in … Continue reading
I’m fighting my way through a bout of “gadget envy”. I really want to get a new phone, but there is no actual reason for me to get one. My current phone works fine and I have no professional reason … Continue reading
There is an under-recognized, untreated blight upon the land that is eating away at the very core of our existence. Sorry to sound like an evening news report for bird flu or humanism, but I need your full attention Are … Continue reading
I’m trying something new in our office kitchen. If it works, it could revolutionize the way that shared office space is managed. Like many work-place kitchens, we have several signs proclaiming things like, “Your mother doesn’t work here; clean your … Continue reading
I’ve recently had a flurry of job interviews. Despite the jobs themselves being somewhat different, the interview questions were rather similar. And of course, the main goal is to find out what kind of person I am in the 45-60 … Continue reading
You have to admit, television is pretty awesome in this day and age. If, like me, you grew up watching threee stations (plus PBS, which did count as a real station because they didn’t have any commercials), the current array … Continue reading
My brother has a subtle, sardonic sense of humor. I think it was in that spirit that he bought and wears an “energy band”. I’m pretty sure he doesn’t buy into the dubious claims of these allegedly magical bracelets, but … Continue reading
I had a remarkable revelation last week. I realized that I want every place to be like the library. In particular, I want them to be the main branch of the New Orleans Public Library. I always hated going to … Continue reading
Sometimes it’s easy to feel like a lone voice in the wilderness, the only one who is noticing how crappy things are. But then you meet someone or see something that lets you know that you are not alone. That … Continue reading
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No one had the heart to tell Werner that we really needed the painting to be thumbnail sized.
Try as he might, Cecil could not think of a non oral-sex-related rhyme for ”Horatio”
Agnes Witherspoon, the home’s oldest orphan, leads the Occupy Orphanage movement on behalf of better gruel.
Lieutenant Openshaw wasn’t really sure why Shoreline Snake Watch was so important to the battle, but he was flattered that the captain thought he was the best sailor for the job.
Always on the cutting edge of fashion, Elnora was the first in her class to wear the daring, new virtual stiletto.
Cardinal Dullbog could never figure out why people kept mispronouncing his name.
Nurse Waterhouse always tried to mitigate the unpleasantness of the proctology exam by wearing a nice hat.
Lemuel was prepared to do anything to find love, even if it meant sitting in his window day and night inviting random women to see his etchings.
Dorian began to think that the invitation list for his, “World’s Largest Keg” party might have been a bit too exclusive.
“Why is it always the plus-sized model who has to pose with the goose?” Lavinia wondered.
Since it often takes a few minutes to locate his trouser pocket, Gilbert prefers that you text rather than call him.
Clara tried to enjoy her birthday present, but when you get right down to it, an elephant is not a pony.
Vera’s friends suggested that it might be her match.com profile picture that was attracting all those “submissive types”.
In his darker moments, Felix wonders what he will do when his time as a playing card model has run its course.
Sadly, Lord Pom-Pom would never know of his lasting legacy to the craft industry.
As Lady Evelyn checked her stopwatch, she realized that yet another maid would have to be let go due to slow response times.
Despite the pedicurist’s encouragement, Hilda decided she would not go with the “Ho’s Toes” pedicure this time.
Although he was painfully insecure, Lord Eddington took great pride in his award-winning facial hair.
“Uh-oh,” thought Benedict. Funnily enough, it was his idea to let the zombie join the game of Spin the Bottle.
If you are looking for Mr Sparrow at lunchtime, you’ll probably find him in the janitor’s closet, rocking out to an Iron Maiden classic.
Updates
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That news about Don Cornelius has really got me down.
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My life right now: sitting in malawi, following scores for tennis in australia, and reading a book by salman rushdie
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I can't look at those pictures of Hewitt and Djokovic on the AO scoreboard anymore. They are frightening me.
