Miss Sallie Parker returns to her desultory weblog to complain again of a Malcolm Gladwell overload. Perhaps she should flesh out her all too skimpy offerings by tagging along after Mr. Gladwell, buying him burgers and pointing him in the direction of a good barber.
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Well I nearly bought myself a silk scarf for 125.00 at the Met today, a commemorative scarf of the upcoming Christo (etc.) project in Central Park. What’s it called? GATES?
Every time I run a race with NYRRC their website cautions that the route may take a funny tack because of the Christo (etc.) installation going on in Central Park. I have yet to see it but …
I once won something in a radio quiz. This was in 1984.
Mark Simone, a snotty, smarter-than-thou deejay on WNEW-AM, said “What do Charlie Chaplin and Winston Churchill have in common?” Other than the fact that they are [after a fashion] English, he elaborated. “First caller with the right answer wins a dinner for two at the Red Blazer Too! ”
Impusively I rang up. “Spencer!” I shouted.
“What?!” said Mark. …
I seem to have done most of my blog construction leaning at an uncomfortable angle over my Pismo, while sitting in bed. This makes it nearly impossible for me to straighten up in less than five minutes. This on top of the calf cramping from the Frostbite Run yesterday. A mere 7 miles, and I thought I stretched everything out, but perhaps the cold had its effect. The sun was …
Even in the apartment on 57th St it is.
After 55 years the Margot Gallery has closed with an applesauce reception. Hey! I thought they only served grapes.
She’s gone under the chiffarobe and I can’t get her out.
The arctic (that is, AR-tik) blast that has kept me indoors tonight seems really remarkable. Yet I distinctly remember days as cold as this every winter in New York over the last six years. And it seems that when I was a little girl in Pennsylvania this sort of weather was normal fare. You’d never have enough hats or mittens, and invariably would wait an hour for the schoolbus.