Bon Jour

The art--and Frustration--of the Interview

Cousins day - February

Only 10 Days Left Til Christmas
No, don't go running to your calendars and don't think I've finally gone off the deep end, but if you want to participate in what seems to be a nice program to help make a good Christmas for kids who might not otherwise have a good Christmas, you only have 10 days left. Let me explain, and then at the end of this entry, I want to talk about my guilty feelings about this and about Compassion International. There are lots of ways to give to underprivileged kids at Holiday time, but I kind of liked this organization that you may have heard of. It's called

What Constitutes a "Man"?
On the heels of my "things to be depressed about" entry, I got a note from Peggy yesterday alerting her friends to a very depressing situation in Denmark. The waters here aren't red from any bizarre climate change or overabundance of marine life that is feeding along the shores. This is the result of human cruelty. I suppose the Danes would not classify it as cruelty, but they slaughter hundreds of the "famous and intelligent" Calderon dolphins.

Psychic Woman
I've mentioned before that over on Flickr, I've been doing this "take a photo a day" project, which I'm now continuing into year 3. After 2+ years of taking your own photo every day, you are desperate for new ideas. In September I discovered that there are actually holidays to be celebrated in this country every single day of the year. Wonderful holidays like National Step in a Puddle and Splash Your Friend Day (January 11), National Garlic Day (April 19), Wiggle Your Toes Day (August 6), etc. It's wonderful reading. So I've been using my daily photograph to c

Thursday Thirteen
Thirteen of my least favorite things to do1. Exercise2. Diet3. Iron4. Clean the bathroom5. Have a nerve conduction study6. Have a colonoscopy7. Have a mammogram8. Get root canal9. Get junk mail or junk e-mail10. Buy new shoes11. Cook dinner every night12. Sit through committee meetings13. Garden

Tell the Chinese Guy I'm Sorry
I have said for years that one of my big disappointments is that I don't dream. My sleeping habits have been so poor for so long that I know that either I don't get deeply enough asleep to dream, or I don't remember my dreams. In any event, I have always felt that I was missing out on some fun stuff. Last night I woke up at 2 a.m. This wasn't the dogs' fault this time, it was the fault of my bladder. I fully expected to go right back to sleep, as I did the night before, but I didn't. The dogs were very cooperative and no problem at all, but I just simply could not go back to sleep.