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2013-06-21, 10:30 a.m.:
Spartacus workout music.

How did I live without this?

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2013-06-06, 8:00 a.m.:

I got out a cookery book from Ballymaloe House in Country Cork, where I'd stayed a couple of times and partook of delicacies such as nettle soup, carrageen moss souffle, lemon posset with rose-scented geranium, and gooseberry frangipane with baby banoffees. ... I looked up the recipe for soda bread and did something that I had not done in thirty-odd years. I made bread. Broken piano or not, I felt very alive, as the smell of the baking bread filled the air. It was an old smell, the begetter of many a memory, and so on that day in August, in my seventy-eighth year, I sat down to begin the memoir which I swore I would never write."

And so begins Edna O'Brien's memoir, Country Girl.

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2013-06-05, 12:56 p.m.:
From Amazon.com:

Everything Is Perfect When You're a Liar, by Kelly Oxford

Book Description:

Everything Is Perfect When You're a Liar by Kelly Oxford has descriptive copy which is not yet available from the Publisher.

Well, that's helpful.

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2013-04-30, 10:10 p.m.:
Why isn't the "Making of Miss Saigon" documentary longer? Why?!

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2013-04-18, 8:59 a.m.:
How is it that I just found out about the Voynich Manuscript, whose meaning has never been unraveled?

If I could do it all again, I would go back and devote myself to manuscript studies, living in London and completing a long apprenticeship at the Bodleian, learning to curate rare books. I would be able to identify at sight every handwriting that has ever appeared on manuscript, from Jacobean Court Hand to Carolingian Minuscule. I would laugh at the very idea of confusing Scribe A with Scribe B in the Beowulf Manuscript!

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