The leaves are starting to change and the Russian community in North America is starting to think about turning the heat on in their houses, but not quite yet, because it costs a lot and so we might as well tough in out until the middle of November if possible by wearing the same amount of clothing in our living room as we do in the Siberian gulags. Actually, more, since they didn’t really have clothes in the gulags. I myself am eyeing this hat for when I visit Russian homes between now and Thanksgiving.
If you were National Public Radio’s MIchele Norris (emphasis mine) and Steve Inskeep, what would you think about crazy psycho girl in the audience taking pictures of you on a rainy Thursday night in the Philadelphia Free Library as you had a conversation about race and your new book? Would you be scared to know that aforementioned psycho girl had taken a tour of NPR headquarters in DC the previous week?
Ok, I have, like, three*2 links for you this week. And they’re not even sorted by blog/non-blog. But it’s Friday, I’m driving to DC tonight to spend a whole luxurious weekend with Mr. B, and all is right with the world.
I was going to write about either the end of Cathy or The Princess and the Frog or Lady Gaga one-upping Nancy Pelosi today, but this is way more important.
I’ve been savoring my last moments in DC this week, licking, scraping the batter before someone puts the mixing bowl in the wash, so to speak (yes, I made brownies today). Here are some pictures I’ve taken while I think of other post ideas. I have some good ones in the works. Most of these are from the Franciscan Monastery, my sunrise hike among the monuments, and the 5k Mr. B and I finished.
I am starting my new job in three weeks and I have nothing (new-job-worthy) to wear. I am looking for something business casual but with a formal slant. Skirts and pants alike are welcome. I would describe my personal style as “blue” and “on sale” and “OH MY GOD IT ALMOST FITS ME I’M BUYING IT.” Also, I am short and I hate buying pants. And skirts that fall above the knee. Because nothing fits well.
