Some months ago I took up the habit of sitting in my office chair with my right foot tucked up under my left leg. Soon after this we hired Geoff, who says this position is bad for me.
It is a very comfortable position.
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Forced to choose between pants and trousers, I’ll take slacks. The word drapes so nicely, so casually. It hangs like the jaw of someone very recently amazed.
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Tonight our exchange student from Moscow arrives. She’s 14 years old and speaks some German. The school has sent along a list of instructions. “Russians like to eat bread,” it says. “They sometimes have to be cajoled into taking second helpings.”
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Speaking of cojones, my son and daughter need to be soldiered into practicing piano. I have always been a spoon, at most a ladle. I make a terrible sergeant, but I try.
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Song of the Day: 70 Million
Tuesday, March 16, 2010
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One of the things I like most about your writing is your poetic irreverence. I love your slacks reference. Brings to mind Katharine Hepburn. She was irreverent too. Your 70 million video brought out the irreverent in me this happy spring day.
I love this entire post. Two things: my mother's maiden name is Slack and I've always had a weird feeling about the word slacks because of it. Also, I love to eat bread, but as far as I know have no Russian lineage...
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i'm caught up in the spoon. i'm still waiting for the dish to run away with me.
What is bad about that position? I sit the same way! Oh no!
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