Sometimes you’re onstage and your scene partner is doing one of their really lovely speeches and you’re listening and watching and staying in the moment and stuff, but some small part of your brain is just saying “…day um.” I *love* those times.
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Happy birthday to Langston Hughes, who was born today in 1902.
Here he is (far left) with Charles S. Johnson, E. Franklin Frazier, Rudolph Fisher and Hubert T. Delaney, on the roof of 580 St. Nicholas Avenue, Harlem, on the occasion of a party in Hughes’ honor, 1924.
Head over to the Library for the Performing Arts to listen to recordings of Langston Hughes reading his poetry or head to the Schomburg Center to explore the Langston Hughes Collection.
Be it known, that reposing great trust and confidence in my knowledge, integrity and love of justice, I am here by appointed a Notary Public of the State of Maryland in and for Montgomery County aforesaid, to do equal rights and justice in every case in which I shall act, under this Commission, and to hold and execute the said office justly, honestly and faithfully.
Another sign I live in the 21st century. My watch needs a new battery and I’m thinking that as everything with a plug or a battery tells the time, I may not really need to *wear* a watch. Well, except on stage when called for.
I definitely live in the 21st century. In two different people’s homes on Sunday someone asked “what’s the password for your wifi?” and as the jumble of characters was repeated, we all typed it in.
Listening to Science Friday where they are talking about exploring nature in the winter. When Ira Flatow said that they were about to hear from someone who “knew a *lot* about winter,” honest to G-d, I thought he meant the White Witch.
One of life’s little victories. The boot that Mom had to wear after she broke her leg has been shifted from one spot to another in my apartment ever since she died. Today I found an organization that collects and redistributes donated healthcare materials to benefit those in need. On December 27th (post Christmas rush!) that boot is getting mailed to Project Hero. (www.fmhero.org)
I’ve realized that my study would work better if I moved one of the bookcases and both of the filing cabinets. If all three of these objects weren’t completely full, I’d be happier about this epiphany.
I can’t help thinking that if my Boss really shared my sense of humor he’d have let me write “Resistance is futile. We will add your biological and technological distinctiveness to our own.” in the holiday cards for the new people.
Two people are having a screaming argument downstairs eight floors below. They should either quiet down or scream louder so I can understand what they are saying.
Either … someone in my office has a ring tone that sounds like a bicycle bell;
Or … I’m having audio hallucinations.
Either way, I like the sound.
Back at the office. I dug out several inches of my inbox. Only a couple more feet to go. (Which inbox? Physical, work e-mail, or personal e-mail? Oh, just pick one — the answer’s the same.) It’s all good…
Starting today the next eight weeks will be an endless parade of candy and baked goods at my office. I’ve already had at least three fun sized candy bars (whoo!) and turned down pizza and cupcakes. And once again, my clothing budget is kinda grateful for the Celiac Disease.
