The fantabulous Schmutzie has beaten me to the punch and posted links to all the posts that were read at the BlogHer community keynote last Saturday. These posts represent why blogging is so wonderful– honesty, humor, varieties of experiences laid out for judgment– and being in that audience, trying to give back some of the [...]
Category Archive for 'writing'
Never let them say women don’t dress for each other. They do. Significant others of either sex have nothing to do with it. It’s about friendship, and platonic crushes, and admiration, and awe, and just a little envy. It’s a desire to shine for people who might, just might, like us, if we do everything [...]
Random thoughts and fever pitch
Posted in Better Half, lawyer, meta, writing on Jul 11th, 2008
Sausage Egg McMuffins and Quarter Pounders with Cheese are nice for breakfast and rush-hour dinner every once in a while. Not every day. Ugh. Especially interspersed with Courthouse Food, which is Universally Awful.
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Never let a civil litigator tell you that they love litigation because they have a passion for justice. [...]
Writing lessons
Posted in good things, writing on Jun 29th, 2008
Reason number 500 why the New York Times is my “paper of record;” a three page article about a rolling ladder company in Manhanttan that encompasses history, family, business, fashion, and architecture. Along with some poignant, pointed language.
Taste as a cerebral event, as a physical sense
Posted in Deep Thoughts, cooking, food, links, writing on Jun 4th, 2008
Not long ago, She She asked me if I’d read a piece in The New Yorker about Grant Achatz, the chef of Alinea in Chicago. Achatz developed cancer in his mouth and tongue, and underwent radical radiology and chemotherapy in the hope that he could save his tongue, in the hope that at some point, [...]
Blog-like? Fisher-esque?
Posted in books, good things, links, writing on Jun 3rd, 2008
I’ve been reading M.F.K. Fisher’s Last House, a collection of essays from the 1970s and 1980s. They’re not just ruminations on food and cooking– none of her writing is “just” anything. All her writing is about is life– about love, and not loving, and have, and not having, and what that all means. [...]
I tried to talk myself out of it. To say that the hours and the stress weren’t worth it. But the fact is, I deeply, deeply miss being a litigator. I deeply desire the charge of being in court, of problem-solving with colleagues, of being intellectually challenged by my work, and in [...]
What’s up: haikuish version
Posted in Clutter, bipolar, food, lawyer, meds, writing on May 21st, 2008
Lamictal is my friend
good sleep, good mood.
I shall never leave you (again).
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Crap, a real legal job offer.
At someplace I’d like.
Not too many hours.
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Freelance piece on barbecue.
Tasty, fun. I really want
a salad.
“Taxi? Taxi?” asked the Nigerian man in the late-model white Camry, his dashboard and mirror bedecked with flags, kente, figurines. I’m carrying my BBQ research results (i.e., takeout) back to my car, and am dressed, I then realized, like the most out-of-place yuppie asshole ever. Yep– corporate logoed-hat, chinos, Jack Purcells and [...]
…for an upcoming Memorial Day Weekend story. Gosh, I had no idea the sacrifices I would have to make for this freelancing gig! Especially since I hate breakfast food, and love cornbread. It’s tough, I tell you. Tough. But not the collards. Those, those are silky and ham-hocky. Mmmm. Ham hock.