Category: thequotidien
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Really?
The Elder brought up some topic about phone staring today. I think we were out and about and he asked for my phone to look something up and I said “I don’t have it”. “Cool” he replied. I’ve told him a couple of times that I leave my phone at home, or in the car, […]
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Delicious Watergate
I can’t believe I am only just coming to this. Slate has been running a series of in-depth podcasts on the people and discrete events of Watergate and it is delicious. It’s called “Slow Burn” and it’s fascinating enough that I coughed up the $35 for the Slate Plus Membership to get double the episodes. […]
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I’m Fat
A buck ninety-five. WTF. I have made a commitment to the Fellas that I am going to live to be 100 (they have amended the sign) and that “every pound over 170 rips a wonderful year off the end of my life.” Shit, I talk to people every day about healthy choices and I can […]
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Step 2. Crushed.
Remember on June 1st of last year when you were talking big smack about “Novo Nordisk is the world’s largest diabetes company and they just announced an open RFP to supply a digital diabetes program to their patients. I’m going to win that and start the cascade.” [Big Talk]
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Aaron Sorkin
The headline alone conjures visions of long fast-paced walks, staccato banter, papers being handed in and out of frame, and you either don’t really know who he is or you love, love, love him. He comes to the front of the lobe today as I have just watched “Molly’s Game”, his first director gig. It […]
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What’s his name’s great painting…
We were doing a little home painting today, I don’t have the nerve yet to move The Fellas past the washable tempera paints, and we had a little emotion around “it just doesn’t look right” and “there’s not way to make paintings look right”. “Hold on,” I comforted. I generally don’t know the medium of […]
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There Must be A Change
I’m nine months into Arizona and it can not become any more than a weigh station of transition. I feel like I have given Phoenix a solid 80% chance to strike a personal chord, but there is no resonance. Maybe it’s me. It doesn’t matter. I must start my dig behind the Rita Hayworth poster […]