These are a few photos I took while waiting for Jenny to deplane. She broke the jetway, and no one could get off. She was stuck in the rear of the plane for twenty minutes, and I was about to open a can on LaGuardia. You know my relationship with that place.

These are from the Macy's Flower show. The place smelled fantastic, and no one was trying to spray us with perfume. 















I love spending time with people who are really passionate about stuff. Jenny is a librarian. She loves books. We spent part of Friday afternoon at Strand Bookstore. 















This was probably one of the most delightful walks I've ever taken. It was a nice, easy stroll, and my calves are still a little tight from it. Thanks, Jenny. At least I got my very first Grimaldi's experience from it. Totally worth it.













It's extremely fun just to mosey. Okay, Brooklyn was a bit on the chilly side, but Central park warmed up quite nicely. 














Before Jenny took off Monday afternoon, we headed up to Grant's Tomb to make sure someone was buried there. I would hate to get that ridiculous question wrong. It was a rainy day, and we walked about a half-mile in the rain to find a place for lunch. I had videotaped two interviews at our lunch table: one, where I asked her about the state of the economy, and two, where I asked her about when she first read the Anne of Green Gables series. And then I vowed to delete the videos. I haven't done that yet, but at least I haven't posted them on YouTube. She'd KILL me.





This past weekend was a lot of fun. It was relaxing, and I really enjoyed catching up and laughing with my good friend, Jenny. Is having this much fun legal? It has to be, even if the hangover wasn't chemically induced.

Y'all, Brooklyn is scratching her head, all confused. She has no idea that yesterday, a couple of women from Middleburg, Florida danced with her until she was dizzy. We covered a lot of ground yesterday. We saw a lot. Pictures at Flickr to come.

It's 28 degrees right now. Thanks a lot, weather.

My inner thighs are talking, but I cannot hear what they are saying.
That's probably because they're close enough now to be able to tell each other secrets. 
I still don't weigh as much as I did that summer I worked at a bagel shop.
Oh-so-close to qualify to give blood. 
This is how much I weighed last month in Austin.

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Writing every day has been good exercise. I've been flipping through my archives, and some entries aren't more than a line or two long. Which is fine, but I didn't realize how much I went to this site at work until 1) work cut off all "personal and storage sites" and 2) I looked at all the quippy posts written during work. I can definitely stand behind writing on my own time. 

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When I was in college, certain words would pop into my head on my walk up to campus. Words with a fun rhythm, words that were related. One set of these words was interpolate/extrapolate. Many a morning I marched to the cadence of "interpolate, extrapolate" to a religion class or calculus or a chemistry or genetics class. Or to take a nap in the women's bathroom of the 5th floor of the library. It had couches.

I've been thinking about the evolution of language and how readily we accept some connotations as denotations. I certainly appreciate how flexible and inclusive of social/education status language has become. It's great to have so many options. As I was enjoying my "interpolate, extrapolate" memory, I thought about how connected those words are; they have the same root but opposite-meaning prefixes, and they both can refer to mathematics or the mental handling of information. 

So I wondered, what other sets of words are this way?

Then a dimension in my world bent. Oh my gosh, how in the world did increment/excrement happen? At what point did something go really, really wrong? I don't know about you, but my mind goes in completely different directions when I hear these two words. I tried looking up archaic meanings, but it seems excrement has always meant ... "excrement."  Processes can increase or improve in increments, but it's hard not to associate a certain other process with excrement.

What about you?

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Jenny and I are going to explore Brooklyn today. Then we'll hightail it up to Harlem. We stayed up until 2:30 this morning. And now? You can see what time it is now.