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Slimmer of Hope
"...it’s naturally found in the urine of pregnant women, but scientists discovered a way to extract the stuff and administer it by injection..." Ewww I think you should invite me to your house instead. I'll eat EVERYTHING and then lick the plate. David sounds like a great cook. I'm just now trying to learn how to cook, and realize it is so much harder than it looks. Anyone who goes through all the pains of making such a splendiforous meal should invite guests who appreciate the talent!— January 22, 2011 10:14 a.m.
Antiques Roadshow Needs to Appraise the Appraisers
Hmmm...I have a rug that's over one hundred years old. It's from Balochistan. Maybe I should have it appraised.— January 20, 2011 6:58 p.m.
Antiques Roadshow Needs to Appraise the Appraisers
Great article! Right up my "alley." Being a "garage sale hag," my biggest find was a champion heavyweight boxing belt signed by Muhammad Ali. I bought it in Florida for $1. The woman was going through a divorce and wanted to get rid of all her ex-husband's "valuables." Coming from a family of former fighters and boxing fans, I knew it had to be worth more than a $1. It was. In fact (without documentation) I sold the belt to Grant Elvis Phillips (the designer of Grant boxing attire) for $1,000.— January 20, 2011 2:16 p.m.
Tip Toeing In
I LOVE this! You are so talented!— January 20, 2011 8:09 a.m.
Charity Begins at Home
Nan--you are simply maaahvelous, dalink! PLEASE let me know if you need more help for Lana and Jorge. I'll be right there with some victuals (of course none that I cooked myself--that would be mean!).— January 20, 2011 7:54 a.m.
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Thanks, Nan! Such a beautiful sentiment. I suppose a downward-facing dog is the same wherever it is practiced, and it is the results that count--not the environment in which it is performed.— January 19, 2011 8:06 a.m.
Shell Game
Ahhhhhhh nice post--drank every word until the glass was empty. I agree with Nan and MsGrant--they couldn't have said it better. I look forward to the next one...— January 19, 2011 7:58 a.m.
Good Bye Dear Friend
Sorry it took me so long to find this. It is beautiful.— January 11, 2011 12:22 p.m.
In Case Of Continued Irritation, Discontinue Use
I just now read this after finally taking a vacation from my high-stress, low-pay job. I've been so swamped, I haven't read much of the Reader lately, and was about to catch up on your writing. I haven't read all the comments, so forgive me if I am reiterating what someone else has already said. Folks write all sorts of things for all sorts of reasons. When I would get upset about something someone said or wrote, and went crying to my non-English-speaking grandmother, she would say, "lef, no cry." I didn't grasp the full meaning of that until I became an adult. You have to laugh at the ignorance--but at the same time, you must inform. To retreat is to surrender, white flag and all. To retreat is to give the ignoramuses the final word. To retreat is to clear the path for more ill-informed members of the unwashed public to goose-step to all the nonsense. Those of us that can form words into knowledge, feelings and truth have a duty to keep on truckin' when it comes to our gift with the pen. Our army of verbal soldiers must invade the land of Misinformed A$$holedom and plant our flag of understanding (queue in Battle Hymn of the Republic here). I didn't read the article of which you speak, but I'm sure that the person who wrote it was looking for some sort of sensationalism or negative attention. After all, that is what sells, not any sort of intelligent, in-depth reporting or balanced view of things. I ride the trolley every day with people commuting to and from Mexico. Some have become like family to me. My son (who speaks fluent Spanish) is going with a girl from Veracruz, and works with inner-city children in LA who are struggling to survive. I know the truth about the culture, the country and the U.S. politics. And I'm not giving up. I'm going to do my best to show the world all the wonderful things about Mexico and its people through my lens. So, here's my hand. Get up outta the funk and tell me a story about Mexico. I'm waiting.— December 29, 2010 3:03 p.m.
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This is so much fun to read that I read it three times! Congrats on the win. You are a very, very talented writer, and I am SURE you will find a niche here in San Diego County that will afford you the opportunity to keep us entertained with stories such as this one. Welcome! p.s.--I used to live in Sarasota, Florida. It was a fate worse than death. Couldn't wait to return to Cali.— December 28, 2010 9:30 a.m.