Tag: Laura House
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It’s Not That Scary: Shooting a Gun
I’m not sure how Jason got it into his head that I needed to shoot a gun. I know that he’s not the only person in my life who assumed I would enjoy such a thing. Chris Huff, a weapons expert, has wanted to take me to a shooting range for years. It’s only his…
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Two You Tube Finds and Ray
First: everything you need to know about the strike, with Neal Pollack and his five-year old son Elijah. Then, another from the series Strike Life. This one features friends Laura House, Jason Allen and Liz Feldman. And for those of you wondering how to one day find yourself semi-naked with Jake Gyllenhaal and Natalie Portman,…
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Picket Lung
I know it’s important during week four to keep up the fight, the resolve, the rah-rah-rah, but here on week four, day four, I have woken up with a serious case of Picket Lung. That’s the Radiohead song Laura House and I wrote yesterday while we walked, because we picket in a very active construction…
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Laura House is Awesome.
Laura House writes about how much this strike starts to get personal once you’ve walked the line. [And yes, Laura, I hope we get to see each other off the picket line, too.]
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Maybe I’m Crazy…
“But why do you want to do this?” my mom asked in that tone, the worried whine of motherhood. “For a lot of reasons,” I answered. “Because I want to, and because I don’t think I can, and… well, probably because Dad and that race when I was in the third grade.” She sighed. She…
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inappropriate behavior
On Sunday morning I got up very early to help Laura raise money for ovarian cancer. Afterwards we walked to my car in the parking garage, only to find someone had hit it, leaving a nasty scrape along the back bumper. “Oh, Pam. That’s…” “Someone hit my car.” “Looks like I’m buying breakfast. Hey, look!…
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adventures with jollibee, continued.
Hi. I know some of you read this at work and would get in trouble for severe language, so don’t click the little “continue reading” after this sentence if you’re in (“urine!”) that kind of situation. I’m just going to post an email with some uniquely adult language. Before I do, I should mention that…
