Month: September 2006
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The Marathon, Part Two (Miles 13-CrazyTown)
[Previous entries: Pre-Marathon and Part One] Mile 13 As a reward, I put on my headphones. My marathon playlist keeps me moving. I see stee pass in his car down the highway. I’ll see him again in about an hour. I run the numbers. 15, 25, 27, 37, 39, 49, 51, 101. It’s all about…
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The Marathon, Part One (Miles 0-12)
“You know, your father was proud of you for more than just that race.” “I know, Ma.” “He just didn’t always know how to say it.” I got up at three in the morning. Sprang from the bed, actually, when the alarms went off. (Two different alarms). I got dressed. Wrote sleeping stee a note.…
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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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unhacked.
yesterday… [scripty] [cell phone rings. pamie sees it’s Ray] PAMIE [answering] I know. My site’s hacked. RAY Your new website is AWESOME! I want all of these swords. (Gasp!) And look at the belt buckles! PAMIE Well, I figured it was the only thing I could sell catered specifically to my demographic. RAY Hell, yeah.…
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Interview-ish: Book Notes
I’m a huge fan of Largehearted Boy’s website, where music and words are totally boyfriend/girlfriend. So I was flattered when he said I could contribute a playlist about Why Moms Are Weird for Book Notes. The concept is to write a list of songs or albums that inspired or are featured in the novel. After…
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postcards from topeka
I woke up this morning with the joke I should have fit into last night’s late-night blog about Dr. Inappropriate. (“Less Talkin’, More Doc’in.“) Meghan has posted parts of our Topeka pre-reading podcast. I’m just going to do myself a favor and not listen. But you can. She had to cut the coffee-fueled dirty parts…
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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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In Why Moms Are Weird info…
until I have time to write a proper entry… U-Wire calls it an “eccentric read.” I’m not sure what that means.