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The Bitten Apple: March 2011
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Saturday, March 5, 2011. The Algebra of Selling Yourself. Image courtesy of apoorplayer.net. Work is supposed to take up 40 hours of each week, right? We sell 40 hours of each precious 168 hours of our lives in order to survive. It's less than a quarter of our time, so it's not a bad deal really, considering what people once had to do to survive. Then we sleep, what? 7 hours a night, if we're lucky and insomnia doesn't plague us. That's 49 hours a week, 30 percent of a week. I have to get it under contro...
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The Bitten Apple: Things I Wish I had
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Tuesday, October 7, 2008. Things I Wish I had. My sister, who likes weapons of all sorts, sent this to me, who likes pink in all forms. I'll admit, I do get sick of pink once in awhile, but I have learned to appreciate it, especially on things that don't ordinarily come in pink, things that are traditionally guy stuff. Pink Smith and Wesson. Camouflage is designed to allow the wearer to blend in with its surroundings. So, where is this S&W supposed to blend in exactly? The pajama aisle of Mervyn's? Grant...
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The Bitten Apple: October 2012
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Monday, October 15, 2012. I'd like to recommend a wonderful blog to you, moda volece,. Written over the last several years by my goddaughter, a bright, creative, interesting young woman who generously shares her ideas through photos and personable anecdotes. Her tale of the Search for the Perfect Cowboy Boots. Is as familiar as if I had written it myself. I too have never- yet- found them. Links to this post. Thursday, October 4, 2012. Accordingly, I turned the tiny second bedroom into a walk-in closet a...
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The Bitten Apple: Goth RV Rodeo
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Saturday, January 31, 2009. Too much rodeo for these RVs (photo from blogs.tampabay.com "A Dover RV Dealer's Display"). Last night I dreamed there was horrible, undefinable music coming from my neighbor's house. In the dream, there were kids arriving as if for a party, kids dressed in black vaguely reminiscent of goth or emo. I wondered if the parents were out of town or what, wondered if things were going to get out of control later or what. January 31, 2009 at 4:24 PM. Anyway, the fashion looks like sk...
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The Bitten Apple: November 2011
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Sunday, November 27, 2011. Image "Masquerade" by Thomas Barbey). Last night I had the strangest dream. I woke up from it sobbing in grief, but it wasn't my dream. Of course, it was a bubble from my own subconscious, but it's just flotsam, or empathy, for an old acquaintance I spoke with last night on the phone. Should I tell you my dream, or should I tell you the horrible Job-like story of my acquaintance's life? Let's start with the dream. All I could say was "No! That's when I woke up crying. This acqu...
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The Bitten Apple: Fake Trees and Real
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Sunday, December 11, 2011. Fake Trees and Real. This is not my family nor my tree. (Image courtesy of Judiology.com). We used the same artificial Christmas tree year after year throughout my entire childhood, dragging its musty box out of the cellar or garage every year and shaping the limbs into verisimilitude before decorating it. At least we weren't the people with the silver foil Christmas tree. I swore that when I grew up, I'd have a real tree. And I did for many years. The Hat Tree (1981). When Chr...
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The Bitten Apple: Hope: True or False
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Friday, March 30, 2012. Hope: True or False. Everyone in America, it seems, is rushing out to participate in the big Mega Millions lottery. The drawing is this evening, and the jackpot is a staggering $640 million. Here's a secret: I have managed to reach this advanced age without ever playing the lottery - until today. It Was My Idea. Nevertheless, it was at my request tonight that my boyfriend and I trundled down to the liquor store in his rusty old Toyota to buy lottery tickets. I didn't even know how...
