Tag: excerpts

Since The Bridges of Madison County, I’m dubious when people say, “You haveto read this book. ” But I finally read The Girls’ Guide to Hunting and Fishing and it rocked. The first book I’ve read in recent memory with a heroine who was funny and wasn’t punished for it:

“No wonder I’m single,” she says to the mirror. “Even I don’t want to go to bed with these thighs.”

I say getting married isn’t like winning the Miss America Pageant; it doesn’t all come down to the bathing suit competition.

“What do you think it comes down to?” she says.

I say, “Baton twirling.”

4:56 p.m.

Washington Post columnist Gene Weingarten set out to see if PR flaks would tell humiliating stories about themselves, knowing that they’d be printed, if Weingarten agreed to write glowingly about their client’s product in the same article. A surprising number of them agreed.

2:35 p.m.

God, I love the Martha Stewart magazine. She writes an editorial every month in which she reminisces about Christmases, or Easters, or Summers of yore. She types out her 1,000 words, blissfully unaware that one or two paragraphs in each essay are disturbing. Here, she waxes nostalgic about her daughter’s days at summer camp:

“My frequent letters to her, she says, often mentioned misspelled words in her letters, with corrections. And there were envelopes addressed to people I thought she should write to, stamped and ready to send�these displeased her a lot, especially when they were addressed to people she barely knew.”

11:03 a.m.

Lanugo– a coat of delicate, downy hairs, especially those that cover a human infant.

3:09 p.m.

I love this post from Onfocus:

“Today’s date sounds like a telephone long distance prefix thingy: 10-10-2000.”

2:09 p.m.

I’ve been reading Russian poetry, which explains the two downer posts in a row. Observe. My sensitive side emerges. Anyway, here’s an excerpt:

What power a man has

Who doesn’t ask for tenderness!

I cannot lift my tired eyes

When he speaks my name.

-Anna Ankhmatova

11:53 a.m.

The best part of an article I just read on a boy named Sho who is attending college at age nine:

By the end of the day, his jeans pockets are full of the things he has collected: dead bugs and flowers, brown leaves and pebbles, dry twigs and grass. He talks to his father about philosophy, starts behaving when his mother threatens a “time out,”and ignores questions he thinks are too insignificant to answer.

10:32 a.m.

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1:27 p.m.