Magpie Musing
26 March 2016

FRANTICALLY, FRENETICALLY

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It used to be that I never wrote in books. Then I decided that if it was my book, it was okay to write in. But library books? They shouldn...
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20 March 2016

Another Reason Why I Blog

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Every couple of years, I sit down and dump my blog to one of the printing services, so that if (when) the internet blows up, I have a copy. ...
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24 February 2016

He Named Me Malala

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I confess that I never go to the movies. Or maybe once a year - which is awfully close to never. It means that by the time the Oscars roll a...
17 February 2016

Would you like some freshly ground wood shavings?

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Today's entertaining/appalling news story is that " The Parmesan Cheese You Sprinkle on Your Penne Could Be Wood ". Now, the...
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18 January 2016

We Shall Overcome

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Me, heathen atheist, I only set foot in churches for weddings, funerals, and sightseeing. Yesterday morning, though, found me in pew 12 on t...
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15 January 2016

People Watching, N.Y.C.

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​Big props to the young man getting off the subway with The Power Broker tucked under his arm. Excellent book. Ought to be required reading...
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11 January 2016

The Bachelor

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You know the Toast, right? The Toast is funny. The Toast has Mallory Ortberg writing things about refrigerators (yogurt never goes bad at h...
06 January 2016

True confessions

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Sometimes when I'm brushing my teeth at night, standing before the bathroom mirror, in my horizontally striped nightgown, I notice - to ...
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03 January 2016

because I'm feeling sappy this evening

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Several years ago, a friend - one of the semi-imaginary ones, someone I've met in person a few times, but a person I mostly know on-line...
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02 January 2016

2015 = 79

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Goodreads tells me that I read 79 books in 2015. I know that included in that total are five books that I abandoned because I just couldn...
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28 December 2015

Tart Shells are Round; or, The Kind of Circular Thinking In Which Nothing Is New

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A couple of weeks before Thanksgiving, we were invited out to dinner. I offered to make a dessert, and planned to make the lemon tart from ...
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25 December 2015

Merry Christmas!

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Half way through its decoration, the tree fell down. We wept, and swept up the broken ornaments. But their beauty cried out, so we spread th...
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11 December 2015

Perma Hedge, the cousin of fake Christmas trees

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Do you know that there's a product out there called Perma Hedge? It's the green fuzzy plastic stuff that's supposed to make a c...
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01 December 2015

See The Forest For The Trees

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Back in 1988, I had a job at the Brooklyn Academy of Music. I was living in Manhattan, with my then boyfriend/now husband, and more often th...
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29 November 2015

In Which I Clean Up My Desk, or, More Posts I Will Never Write

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1) The one about Alastair Macauley and his obsession with the dearth of male/male or female/female duets in classical ballet . 2) The on...
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26 November 2015

Happy Thanksgiving!

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May your turkeys be wild and your cranberries be juicy! (Isn't that a nice image? Thank the British Library , and remember, if the Pi...
22 November 2015

Sunday Evening Core Dump

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For our anniversary back in June, my sister-in-law gave us a pain de mie pan - loaf pan with a lid to make a soft-crusted sandwich bread th...
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30 October 2015

Imperfect

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The problem with used book sales is the sieve of a brain that completely forgets that one already owns that book. Case in point: I, buy...
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27 October 2015

Matters of the Heart

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Despite the fact that I have been known to rail about the lunacy of book logs for elementary school children, because they turn reading int...
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10 September 2015

A Short Story in Annoyance

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I was going to write about ocean beaches and tides. I was going to write about taking my daughter bra shopping. Instead, I'm perplex...
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It's a journal, a scrapbook, a record of my kid growing up. It's about food, it's about the pleasures of gardening. It's where I wear my heart on my sleeve, play with words and rail at the world. It's where I muse, and where I indulge my inner magpie. I have one delightful lonely cat and not enough time to read. If you'd like, you can email me at magpiemusing AT gmail DOT com.
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