See, I told you that silver pitcher was worth $8.
NOTE: I had a much longer post here, about the Page Six gossip thing, and “Sweet Smell of Success,” and the NYT story about lymphatic filariasis. And it meandered here and there and hither and yon, and I went to close a tab in my browser. Instead of hitting command/W, I hit command/Q, the Q and the W being so close to one another and all. I quit the browser and lost everything.
It’s because I have a Band-Aid on my thumb; it throws my whole game off. I have a Band-Aid on my thumb because I sliced it cutting up tenderloin for the dinner party. It’s still bleeding, intermittently. Probably needs a stitch. Yeesh.
I think the moral of this story is: Dinner parties are dangerous.
But don’t the sunflowers look nice?
Jim said on April 10, 2006 at 7:18 am
I read the story in yesterday’s Times about lymphatic filariasis with disgust and fascination. Disgust probably isn’t the right word … as a man, I found it rather disturbing, to say the least (especially the part about needing a wheelbarrow). Anyway, the quote from the doctor about what $1 million could do for these people … what’s a million dollars? I look at what celebrities spend on weddings and parties for themselves and think, “Gee, buddy, could you spare a million?”
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nancy said on April 10, 2006 at 8:53 am
I had the exact same reaction. The Times jumps most of its stories inside the A section, which generally is filled with ads for Tiffany and Van Cleef & Arpels. It is jarring, to say the least, to read about vast human suffering that can be eliminated for relative peanuts, while out of the corner of your eye you’re beckoned to consider a pair of earrings that cost $1,400.
(This was all in the post that got flushed, btw.)
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Dorothy said on April 10, 2006 at 3:45 pm
The sunflowers look simply fab!
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