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Now We Are Fifty

Posted on June 17, 2019

Here are some of the things I have done in the past 50 years. Continue reading →

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L’chaim, Fatass

Posted on March 12, 2014

It’s been a busy few weeks both here in the now and back in 1984. I realize that I haven’t been keeping up with my weekly chart rundown so I’ll just go through some of the highlights as we pick … Continue reading →

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Yo Yo Yiggity Yo

Posted on March 3, 2014

Three nights in Barcelona. Three different kosher restaurants. Who knew? Truth is, I don’t usually eat out every night. There were extenuating circumstances. Kinda. Day 1 – Delicias I ate here last year. I thought it was the only kosher … Continue reading →

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Good Soldier, Good Soldier

Posted on February 18, 2014

Bunked off yoga as I’m still trying to shake this respiratory infection. Antibiotics seem to have kicked in although I’m still getting those coughing fits twice a day where my visual aperture shrinks to a dot and all I can … Continue reading →

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Galloping Home

Posted on February 14, 2014

Diary entry for Monday February 13, 1984: Andropov’s funeral tomorrow. Diana, the princess that is, is having another baby. I reckon it’ll be a girl called Rachael or something pretty like that. Nostrodamus, I ain’t.

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Me and Julia

Posted on February 11, 2014

So, we tried to go to the cinema motzash, but there were no tickets left when we got there. For Nebraska. Which surprised me. I kinda loved Alexander Payne’s last movie The Descendants and I have big, big love for … Continue reading →

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It’s Iowa

Posted on February 7, 2014

This morning on my way to the car I passed a tennis ball. On the ground. I’ve never really played tennis, but I do love a tennis ball. I like throwing them and I like catching them.

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Can’t You See I’m Burning Burning?

Posted on January 31, 2014

Publishers like genres. It tells them how they should market the books on their lists and it also helps them set expectations. Genre was the reason Jo Rowling was told she’d never receive a penny beyond her advance for her … Continue reading →

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Catalano Lives

Posted on January 27, 2014

My diary for this week in 1984 is full of school-related gubbins. On Tuesday, January 24, I mention that I spoke to Estelle on the phone and that Melanie was staying with her because they had the day off school … Continue reading →

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Still Fond

Posted on January 23, 2014

Some people have expressed surprise that I kept a diary every day as a teenager. Well that’s nothing compared to the surprises I’ve uncovered within. Here is a lengthy quote from Sunday January 22, 1984. They’re just about to start … Continue reading →

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