In a quick perusal of today’s Huff Post, a quick glance at Arianna’s Sunday roundup had the term “bicameral backbone” leap from the page and poke me in the nose.
Although it sounds like it should be something closely examined during a necropsy on an okapi dead under suspicious circumstances, bicameral backbone is actually much stranger [...]
Archive for April, 2007
A dead okapi, or hope for the future?
Posted in The USA from the outside in on April 29, 2007 | Leave a Comment »
Cambodian News: Opera and bitch-slapping monks
Posted in Cambodia on April 28, 2007 | 1 Comment »
“Where Elephants Weep” the very first modern Cambodian opera, premiered in Lowell, Massachusetts, and will eventually travel to Phnom Penh where it will open in January 2008.
Sung in English and Khmer, the music features a 12th century pin peat ensemble, traditional Cambodian instruments, a string quartet and a rock band, and the story is of [...]
Link to fiction
Posted in Writing for a living on April 27, 2007 | Leave a Comment »
I mentioned a couple of posts back an idea about working on a novel through a blog, since this format seems to be eating my life these days.
Well, I’ve started the process, so if anyone’s interested in reading a first draft version of my latest fiction, which I am doing nothing more than making [...]
Hear ye, hear ye
Posted in Adoption, Cambodia, Writing for a living on April 27, 2007 | 3 Comments »
I’m going absolutely bozonkers over working on my pro blogs lately. There’s a push on to polish them up, professionalize them, and although I’m well in favor of jettisoning bloggers who have yet to shake hands with the punctuation principal, I’m none too thrilled with the perpetual refrain of “stick to topic”.
My blogs are on [...]
Apologies and explanations
Posted in Writing for a living on April 26, 2007 | 1 Comment »
The last post, “Dads and Daughters” was written for the pro Older Parent Blog, but then found unsuitable, as I’d already used the photo ages ago.
Am I losing it? You tell me … or someone can.
I stuck it here because it was written and I couldn’t see tossing it. Too much effort to [...]
Dads and Daughters
Posted in Family, Island life on April 26, 2007 | Leave a Comment »
Like many dads, Mark has always assumed that he and his son are destined to pal around, to do guy things, to hang out together in that father/son way that, although it doesn’t include tossing a baseball back and forth in the back yard here … there being no baseballs and Mark not having a [...]
Planet 581c Inhabitants: Where’s your billboard?
Posted in I wanna, Island life on April 25, 2007 | 1 Comment »
News of the discovery of a possibly habitable planet outside our solar system, the oh-so-lyrically named 581c, had me writing about … cue music … Adopting From Outer Space … fade music … on one of my pro blogs today.
When trawling for blog fodder, as I do every morning, it’s the adoption-related I glom on [...]
Madonna goes elsewhere today
Posted in Writing for a living on April 24, 2007 | Leave a Comment »
I wrote a post for this blog today about Madonna, but ended up publishing it on my pro International Adoption Blog instead.
I have a commitment over there, and they pay me, so when I come up with 300 or more words that hang together without requiring some swearing and fit the parameter of “on topic” [...]
Mom, Liz & Jiggs: Happy Birthday!
Posted in Celebs, Family on April 23, 2007 | Leave a Comment »
What do my mother, Liz Taylor and a chimp named Jiggs have in common?
They were all born in 1932 and recently celebrated 75th birthdays. That’s a lot of candles.
How cool would it have been to have a party to fete all three? My mom, of course, would be a bit star struck … after all, [...]
The Emperor’s New Face
Posted in American thoughts on April 22, 2007 | 1 Comment »
I saw a couple of clips from the Correspondent’s Dinner last night during the three hours of hours of CNN we get on Sundays here. David Letterman’s “Top 10 GW Bush Moments” was all it should have been, with Dave having to do nothing but the countdown … the President did the rest, and I [...]

















