don't eat somosas before bed

dream one--I went to Arkansas to help Mrs. H with her kids and she didn't want to see me. Another woman, I think it was Bronwhine, met me at the door. She announced we were going to a Harry Potter movie and that after the movie, she was driving me to England. Got to love dream geography.

dream two--an editorial assistant at a publisher called to tell me that there was no point in ever submitting to them again; they were cutting many of their authors. Oh, yes indeed, I was most definitely cut. I forgot to ask her if they were going to even publish the book I'd sent to them and they'd already accepted.




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There is a whole lot of talk on the liberal blogs about this.--transportation of dead soldiers. I tried to imagine being one of the dead soldier's parents and I don't think I would feel outrage at the mode of transportation--where else could they put the corpses? It would be the boy's senseless death that would be my undoing. After that . . . the rest wouldn't matter.

(as Neil Shakespeare said, " 'Be the first one on the block / to have your boy come home in a box.' Nothing's changed since Country Joe and the Fish.")

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  1. Bruce Springstien was belting out "Born in the USA, he was Born in the USA..." on the car radio, and my son chimed in,
    "And he Died in Iraq..."
    Yeah - it makes no sense at all.

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  2. I presume we're driving to England in the Weasley's flying car, Kate.

    Afternoon tea at the Dorchester, perhaps? (I'm told it's better than the Ritz.)


    As for the other, I agree... the rest wouldn't matter.

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