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Do you notice she doesn't need to breathe? The rest of us need to.
On Meet The Awl
I don't know, it's just not going to be the same. But Nature's Law is Adapt or Die. So I guess, you know.
I don't even like flamenco and I love him. I THINK he was in Saura's flamenco Carmen, a movie I've watched obsessively for centuries now.
I'm delighted this is happening. She's SO good -- not every minute, but when she's on, she's really on.
Oh well done! My husband's secretary (I know) was a WASP. When she first started working with him, he told her all about how he was a pilot and flew little airplanes around. She said that she too flew airplanes, but not now, just during the war. Oh, he said, your husband flew you in, like, a Piper Cub? No, she said, I was in the WASPs, I flew four-engine bombers.
My husband LOVES this story, so do I.
OH YAY! for our Lizzie doing something charming and excellent.
If I may offer a suggestion which maybe you already know anyway: haloumi and slices of cooked beets are so sweet and warm. But I can't get that in Baltimore any more.
I told you those Kepler planetary systems were bug-fucking nuts but did you listen? Apparently not.
An 8-hour year. 2-hour seasons.
Do remember that Hopkins is in Baltimore.
I have so much to say here -- including, put them all in a pile at #1 but if you have to choose, choose #1. And it's the second movements that get under my skin so much I can't think about anything else. And I goddam have goddam work to goddam do.