I can't tell you how much I love that firemen have been rocking that same industrial-strength mustache for over 100 years. It just lets you know a professional is on the scene.
I was on a high school class trip to NYC from Atlanta during the snow in '03. We pulled in to town the morning that it all started, and playing in the fresh snow in Central Park is still one of my all-time favorite memories. Anyone that's lived in the South their entire lives is pretty much still an amazed 5-year-old when it comes to snow, and seeing it with the city as a backdrop was wonderful.
Meg Whitman is on the board -- or was -- of Dreamworks. How does she navigate being around such mega-Jews as Steve Spielberg and Jeffrey Katzenberg? And her husband's father, Griffith Rutherford Harsh III, has a somewhat strange profile on his University of Alabama Department of Neurosurgery profile -- at least it's not information relevant to medicine. To wit: "Griffith Rutherford Harsh III was born January 9, 1924 in Birmingham, Alabama, of devout Christian parents and was raised in the Presbyterian Church." While it may or may not be something to be proud of, it doesn't really belong in a professional description.
This brings me back to April 2000. I went to New York on a business trip and like a Californian jackass, I wore a vinyl jacket assuming spring weather was unferfoot. Sure enough, it SNOWED the whole time I was there and I shivered like a willow leaf in the wind. I sought refuge from the cold at the Angelika Film Center, where they were screening The Filth and the Fury Sex Pistols documentary. Then I had a hot chocolate at Les Deux Gamins in the West Village, which no longer exists. Good times!
The Gates and that storm were 05, not 04, I think?
I lived down the street from Jane in 06 and my sleepover and I were the only ones at brunch besides the waiters the next morning. Only time *that* ever happened!
@Seeräuber Jenny: It was falling on every part of the dark central park, on the treeless hills, falling softly upon the Bog of Allen Street and, farther westward, softly falling into the dark mutinous Hudson waves.
All right, I'm going to come right out and say it. I skipped major parts of Ulysses. It had good moments, but it was Dubliners that I read over and over.
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And by end-time I mean, are these the ones that don't survive?
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And the fire is so delightful,
So because we've no place to go,
Let's do blow, let's do blow, let's do blow!
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I lived down the street from Jane in 06 and my sleepover and I were the only ones at brunch besides the waiters the next morning. Only time *that* ever happened!
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All right, I'm going to come right out and say it. I skipped major parts of Ulysses. It had good moments, but it was Dubliners that I read over and over.
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And ants.
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Yes, I just forgot to add the feathers.
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Heeee.
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