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-I was getting frustrated just now wondering where the aitch-ee-double-hockey-sticks that picture of Kathleen and me in Prague c. 2003 is. It’s in some internet nether region, untagged, un-albumed, but not unwanted. She has a shaggy bob and a lime green quilted jacket and I have starkly middle-parted baby buns and a fancy maroon Eastern Orthodox-looking coat. It’s so historically important, and not because of the Vltava river behind us.
-Meanwhile, I was wondering if Americans know and use that expression for H-E-L-L or whether it’s a cute Canadianism, and here’s Google’s #1 answer for me.
Harsh!
-I’ve transitioned from saying “my dissertation is due in 7 weeks” to saying “my dissertation is due in 6 weeks,” but I’m still eagerly awaiting the arrival of my panic-driven survivalism. Any day now.
-I found this 1890-something portrait at an antique stop in Cold Spring. There’s something going on here that is way beyond the way old photographic technologies required subjects to sit absolutely still for several minutes, and beyond too the fact that people didn’t start smiling for photos regularly until the 1920s. She is my patron saint of grouchy bitches. I love her.
Just look into that face for a while. (Edited to reflect certain conversations: I knew her before I knew her.)
