From the monthly archives:

August 2004

George

by Beth Dunn on 31 August 2004

I was thinking about my old friend George S. for no good reason today. We weren’t particularly close, but he did play a somewhat significant role in my life at a couple of points. He was the head cook at the restaurant I worked at in New York, when I was stuck making salads and [...]

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Call me Ishmael

by Beth Dunn on 27 August 2004

I have to go to Martha’s Vineyard next month. There’s this wedding of a certain inlaw scheduled, and, well, I guess I’ll suck it up and go spend the weekend on Martha’s Vineyard. It’s only a quick jump over the water from here, but hey. It’s still paradise. Weep for me. But I hesitated for [...]

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Things fall apart

by Beth Dunn on 26 August 2004

When I was a child, spending the occasional weekend in my father’s house — the house I now inhabit — I noticed the ancient soap-on-a rope that hung from the shower head. I believe it’s of the Old Spice variety. Yep, it sure is, I just checked. It’s severely cracked and faded by now, but [...]

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Ol' George is back on top again

by Beth Dunn on 20 August 2004

What a manic lifestyle this freelancing thing is. I get work, I’m busily working for a few weeks, I send it in. I revel in being free and easy for approximately 22 hours — I’m a professional, they pay me to do this, I get to work barefoot, in sweatpants, and tell people at cocktail [...]

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Fest

by Beth Dunn on 18 August 2004

Matt and I went to the WOMR music food and wine fest last night, and enjoyed ourselves heartily, as we are wont to do. The music was good, featuring Sleepy laBeef and Country Joe and the Fish (Yes! 3 of the 4 original fish!), and of course the food was outstanding. Although I did miss [...]

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