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7.28.05 WOOT
Whoa. Mighty Goods got the highest rating in Forbes.comís shopping blogs round up! Iím totally a professional mall rat.

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Bird on an awning.

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Walking along the beach, we see four little girls frantically digging a hole on the edge of the surf. When a wave washes in, filling the hole, they squeal in dismay, and then redouble their efforts.

Me: What is it with kids digging futile holes in the sand when they know the water is just going to rush in? I must have done that a thousand times when I was little.
Bryan: (announcer voice) Since the dawn of time, children have battled the sea. Will the kids emerge victorious today, or will their small hopes be dashed yet again, against these rocky shores?
Ev: We should do a kid sports channel.
Bryan: That would be awesome! The announcers would have to be really serious.
Me: (announcer voice) If you look closely, Bob, Timmyís lower lip is just beginning to quiver. Around mid-field he tends to turn away from the play and seek guidance from the goalie, as you may recall from the Beaver Park game in í04. Letís see if history repeats.
Ev: I think weíve really got something here.

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When I turn on the radio, I pay special attention to the very first thing the announcer says. Two quintessential NPR opening lines:

1)ÖI have several Navajo friends, I can do a little plumbingÖ

2)Ö opened fire on a peaceful crowd.

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Scenario: Two girls at a bar posture in short skirts and camis. One notices a pinball machine.

Girl 1: Oh my god. Amy, Iím such a dork. I have to play a game.
Girl 2: What?
G1: Iím such a dork, I love pinball.
G2: Oh.
G1: I hope no one is watching.
(Looks around exaggeratedly, bends deeply at the waist, and leans one-handed against the machine with hip cocked while she searches for the quarter slot. Her friend sighs.)

G1: Iím such a dork.
G2: Yeah.

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Shark and Beach Cupcakes
Originally uploaded by MaggieMason.

I made shark and beach cupcakes this weekend. Yet more proof that the projects in Martha Stewart's Kids magazine are far less daunting than the Living ideas. I didn't even need to buy a jig saw.

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I like this poem. Itís from a book called Sure Signs.

Selecting a Reader
by Ted Kooser

First, I would have her be beautiful,
and walking carefully up on my poetry
at the loneliest moment of an afternoon,
her hair still damp at the neck
from washing it. She should be wearing
a raincoat, an old one, dirty
from not having money enough for the cleaners.
She will take out her glasses, and there
in the bookstore, she will thumb
over my poems, then put the book back
up on its shelf. She will say to herself,
"For that kind of money, I can get
my raincoat cleaned." And she will.

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When youíre kayak camping, and all of you are peeing in the same general area, donít serve asparagus for dinner.

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After the London bombings last week, I wanted to offer my condolences to the UK. I am so sorry. All of this is awful, bewildering, and needless, and the rest of the world is as stunned as you must be. We are with you in your grief.

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Sorry for the brief interruption of service, I was busy. Busy with pain. I thought it was food poisoning, but it turned out to have been some sort of virus. The sort of virus that makes you wonder, disinterestedly, whether your insides may have liquefied.

Still, because we had barbecued ribs and strawberry shortcake at our Fourth of July picnic, and I awoke at 1:30 a.m. to revisit a less-appetizing version of said meal, Iím currently feeling bitter toward those foodstuffs. Iím ignoring them for a while, say several years, until theyíve learned their lesson.

(You know what sounds good though? Weak herbal tea and saltines. Mmmmm hmmmm!)

Actually, despite being mostly immobile for the last two days, I awoke feeling pretty damn good. Fine, in fact. The contrast is so great that I feel like doing something incredibly productive. Painting the apartment! Lining up all of our shoes and shining them until they gleam! Showering!

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