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The Daily Life Text

Some people have talismans. I have memories of food, and I carry them everywhere. They do me just as well, providing me with comfort and more often than not some fodder for thought.
I know, that sounds bizarre. But it’s true. I love food. I love the preparation of it, the serving of it, the stuff that goes on around it.
Perhaps it’s this last that makes the most sense. For me, the memory of food often brings into sharp focus what I was doing when I consumed it. For instance, one of our last meals before leaving Chicago was a meal at Moto with Jim’s parents. His father is a chef, and his mother a generally adventuresome sort, in many ways, so that was a good memory.
Or, since Moto is one of those weird molecular gastronomy restaurants and likely to be an event in and of itself, perhaps a better example is the way that my friends gather around the bar as I’m doing food prep, or mixing drinks; or the way they will try anything that comes out of my kitchen, even if it’s horrible.
At any rate, witness the Twiglets. I order them in bulk. They’re a British snack food item and I can’t seem to find them on grocery store shelves here. They are whole-wheat thingys, and, therefore, somewhat good for me, and they are curiously addictive.
This may be because they bring back sharp memories of my last trip to England, where I stayed with my good friend Lara and took advantage of her hospitality and her considerable culinary skills. Among the events that peppered my last stay were some light triathlon training (Lara, Jim, and I will do the Switzerland Ironman in less than two months), some good evenings out, ShelterBox training, and some good chat about writing and even a few tea dates.
Anyway. I first ordered them almost immediately upon my return from England in early March, and almost promptly either ate them all or shared them with friends.
Now I’ve got a whole new batch. Wonder how long these will last.

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Moving house is never, ever easy.

We’ve just navigated a move from our lovely little home in Chicago, Illinois, smack in the heart of Wrigleyville, back to our home state of New York.

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We were quite happy there.

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But sometimes, life throws you a curveball. And you just have to follow its arc. We’re both quite happy to be back.

In the midst of all of this moving, I thought, hey, why not build a web site? Why not? I mean, after all, when you’re a writer who grew up, professionally, anyway, in the era of actually mailing your portfolio to an editor and then sending a messenger to pick it back up again, well, building a web site is kind of a daunting thing. But it’s very exciting, for sure.

So bear with me while I move house in a virtual sense, okay? With luck, everything will be sorted out here soon. In the meantime, thanks for reading!moving(Moving. Yep, them’s a lot of boxes. Can you imagine what it looks like in my head?)

I like the idea of saying “Hello” to the world…

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…but I think that might be a misnomer.

I mean, good grief, what kind of P.A. system would *that* take?

For now, we’ll just say hello to the blogosphere. ‘Cause *that takes a smaller P.A. system.

Later today, and tomorrow, we’ll upload fun things, like Things I Wrote, some Things I’m Working On, and maybe even Things I Like.