“And all of these unrecorded events of my life, I don’t want to lose them in the vast and ever-expanding stacks of my hippocampus…I want to savor these moments in the years to come, and I want to give my brain all the help it needs.”
—Ganda’s blogging again!
April 2010
21 posts
“It’s sort of like if you replaced Hitler with Adriana Lima in a bikini.”
—nymag commenter rebeccarose2004, re: Apple taking us out of our Ticketmaster misery
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THAT STORY won a Pulitzer. If you somehow missed THAT STORY, think twice about clicking through. →
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Whoa. “THAT STORY” is the one I quoted from earlier today (two posts below this one in my dashboard, actually), but I had NO idea it won a Pulitzer today…it was on my mind because I’d linked to it on our Facebook page this morning (yes, it’s a year old but the message is important) and I was annoyed by all the “that would NEVER happen to me” comments that appeared. Crazy.
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What kind of person forgets a baby in a car?
The wealthy do, it turns out. And the poor, and the middle class. Parents of all ages and ethnicities do it. Mothers are just as likely to do it as fathers. It happens to the chronically absent-minded and to the fanatically organized, to the college-educated and to the marginally literate. In the last 10 years, it has happened to a dentist. A postal clerk. A social worker. A police officer. An accountant. A soldier. A paralegal. An electrician. A Protestant clergyman. A rabbinical student. A nurse. A construction worker. An assistant principal. It happened to a mental health counselor, a college professor and a pizza chef. It happened to a pediatrician. It happened to a rocket scientist.
” —One of the most heartbreaking articles I’ve ever read.
I realize that most of you who may see this have neither babies nor cars…but I’m annoyed with smug commenters and can’t respond (again) on FB.
“Almost every column spanned the course of our 30-plus years together, amplifying our differences, yet offering something like a happy ending: problem in the marriage rendered as problem accommodated. He made good copy, funny copy, and enjoyed his own antics. His co-workers, he claimed, loved reading about domestic Bob.
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I was eased out of the Coupling rotation after a year — new blood needed, the editor explained. That decision was something of a relief, and more so in retrospect: Not only had I run out of topics, but soon enough the comedy would have had to give way.” —
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I was eased out of the Coupling rotation after a year — new blood needed, the editor explained. That decision was something of a relief, and more so in retrospect: Not only had I run out of topics, but soon enough the comedy would have had to give way.” —
I thought I knew exactly where this story was going. I was wrong.
