I have some sort of virus. It’s not pretty. I’ll be back soon.
This is a fantastic story, French novel survives Auschwitz:
As I leafed through it, the introduction told a remarkable tale: the story behind the book and how it came to be published more than 60 years after the words themselves were written.
It is thanks to the courage of Irene Nemirovsky’s daughter, Denise, that her mother’s voice is once again being heard after it was silenced at Auschwitz in 1942.
My husband has watched me for minutes on end as I sit and read, just so that he can see if I ever sit still. He has come to the conclusion that I do not (and you should pity the people who have to sit next to me on planes!). Finally, though, there is a noted advantage for the fidgety.
You’ll likely want to bookmark this page: Backwards Bush
In case you have not yet heard this news, check out the website for The Quills: a Celebration of the Written Word–apparently the award show will air on some NBC (that part is a bit vague) stations in October 2005.
I want to go on record here and now, saying that I believe at some point there will be an all award show, all the time network. Along with reruns of The Oscars, etc, there could be reruns of beauty pagents, dog shows, garden shows, etc. Just imagine how exciting it would be (I’m bored just writing about it).
Do not forget: Auschwitz Survivors, Liberators Honored.
And maybe you will read this, too: Rwanda remembers the Holocaust
And if you want to do something, here is something you can do now: sponsor a woman
And now, bringing new meaning to the word “stalker”: Man begs wife’s forgiveness in $17,000 ad. Sure, she started crying when she read it but probably not because she missed him, more because she felt humiliated and afraid.
we must end this war:
36 U.S. Troops Die in Iraq in Their Bloodiest Day
try this:
withdraw us troops from Iraq –
(cut and paste this URL if the link does not work: http://www.workingforchange.com/activism/action.cfm?itemid=18437)
At this point, the snow is not charming. At this point, the snow is soul sucking. The icicles, as tall as I am, are now dangerous. One could fall from the roof and shoot right through your head, your body, into the ground.
In a few days it will be February. April is not the cruelest month. February is.
myfanwy collins 