tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36144412008-11-21T10:11:41.776-05:00Occasional updates on my life in the inner 'burbs of Our Nation's Capital.Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07394467435961064641noreply@blogger.comBlogger370125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3614441.post-80044115822563690512008-11-21T10:11:00.001-05:002008-11-21T10:11:41.827-05:00

All bundled up on a cold day

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I was thinking more about the historic nature of Barack Obama's election, and something not just amazing, but profoundly moving, occurred to me. I was born in 1970. The first president I have any real memory of is Gerald Ford. Julia was born in 2004. The first president she will have any memory of is Barack Obama. A black man as president will be standard for her, where it is historic for

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Wow. Just: wow.

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I have to talk about the Election, don't I? It's really impossible not to. On top of the whole Cusp of History feeling about it -- and how New Millennium is it to have either the first black President or first female vice president -- there's also that Christmas Eve Thank God It's Finally Here exhale. Like, let's get on with it already. (In fact, starting presidential races nearly 2 years before

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It was a beautiful fall day today, and full of adventure. In the morning, the Dinosaur preschool class went to the Maryland Science Center in Baltimore. Tonight, Princess Julia went trick or treating. From October 2008 And here's how it all began: Making Spanky, the jack o'lantern (2008) from Heidi Moon on Vimeo.

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Hodgman at Politics and Prose

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I don't know what to think about Autumn. It's my favorite season, Spring, turned upside down. The explosion of color is Nature's beauty fading, not emerging. The warm, sunny days are melancholy reminders that gorgeous weather is not the first of many such days, but the last for some time to come. It seems that you can watch the days shorten and feel the hours of daylight shrink away. You wake up

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On Nov. 1 we'll be hosting a post-Halloween, pre-election party, aka Election-Ween. Planned for the menu: Palin Punch (and possibly some variation on Baked Alaska), Biden Brownies, McCain Arizona Chips and Salsa and Obama Chicago Weenies. I've already put together the iPod playlist. It's currently at 4 1/2 hours and includes Muse, the Smiths, They Might Be Giants, the Stranglers, Madonna, the

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Fantastic show by Ra Ra Riot at the Black Cat last night. Wrapped up just before midnight, so really glad I had today off for the holiday (and doubly so because I spent part of another beautiful autumn day at the zoo with my girl). Here are some photos of the show, courtesy of NPR's All Songs Considered -- fitting, since it was hearing "Ghost Under Rocks" on the podcast that led me to buy the

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Julia and Ken picking apples at Homestead Farm on Sunday, Oct. 5.

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Christopher Buckley's cogent piece in The Daily Beast on why he's voting for Obama, perfectly sums up my feelings about the recent election season. I started off undecided, but pleased that it was because I felt there were two strong candidates from which to choose, both of whom would make stronger, better presidents than the one we have now. As an ex-Arizonan, I had long admired John McCain's

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"You know what?" I say to Julia. "Yes," she replies. "What?" I ask. "You love me," she answers. "You know what else?" "Yes." "What?" "I'm awesome." Yes, you are, my super girl, yes, you are.

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I first became convinced of my future career as a writer -- or, more specifically, a novelist -- not long after I learned to write. Somewhere in the second grade I discovered Nancy Drew in the Lincoln Elementary School library (and is there a more solidly Americana name for a primary school than Lincoln or, of the school just a half mile away, Washington?). Nancy Drew became my template for

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Yarr, me hearties, 'tis Talk Like a Pirate Day. And Cap'n Kenny, that scurvy dog, is 4 decades + 24 hours today.

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We still miss you and love you, Daddy.

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Has it really been 7 years?

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Call it a palate cleanser, if you will, from all this political nonsense. Instead I bring you: Bad Poetry! Now, with 42% rhyming and over 2 metaphors per stanza. ----------- Go on, you weary traveler, go These destinations are not home Though you felt their welcome time upon time And knew the world, each piece and place From spaces ever open, spanning widths Through narrow lanes thickly

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Although I am not much for talking politics -- a shocking admission to make as a resident of the Greater Beltway Republic, aka Auxiliary DC -- it's increasingly difficult to avoid in this historic, topsy-turvy presidential election year. So I determined to craft a witty yet insightful comment on Sarah Palin, experience and motherhood. But Slate beat me to it, so I'll leave it to the experts. *

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Cleansing, fasting, purging, detoxification. Getting rid of the unnecessary. Making a fresh start. These themes have emerged in my life recently, as if the universe were telling me something. Or maybe it's my own subconscious? First, I heard about Oprah and the 3-week detoxification diet. I'm not even sure how, although Oprah does have a way of infiltrating the popular culture atmosphere.

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When I was a kid, complaining about some small task or skill that I just "couldn't" do, my mom used to say, "Think you can or think you can't, and either way, you'll be right." I suspect she was met with a lot of eye rolling, because when a kid says they "can't," what they really mean is, "This is harder than I thought it would be, so I want to stop trying now because it's much easier if you do

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Dodged ominous dark clouds at the Montgomery County Fair this afternoon and experienced the following: * 1 bag cotton candy * $13 in ride tickets, apportioned to Julia thusly -- 1 fun house with Daddy, 1 firetruck up and down ride with Daddy, 1 Dizzy Dragons ride with Mommy, 1 boat ride alone, 1 playhouse and giant slide alone * 1 gigantic Pepsi * 1 bouncy house * 1 pig race * Numerous cows,

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I'm turning into one of those people. One of those people heading toward middle age, stuck in the past, always going on and on about how "their" music was the best. One of those people who listen to the radio station that plays the songs and artists from 20 years ago, when they were formative adolescents. These people are a little sad and pathetic, I used to think, before I became one of them. I

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I was scanning my spam folder on Gmail (and I have to say their filters rock), just to make sure it hadn't caught any messages from people I know, when I saw a message with the following subject line: "Hillary Clinton naked video." Now if ever there were an email subject line scientifically engineered to ensure the message was not opened, this would be it. Maybe it's supposed to be reverse

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Absolutely stunning outside. On our way downtown for lunch and Muppet movie at AFI.

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