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Saturday, July 08, 2006
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New Blog!
Aloha! I am happy to announce I have a new blog, Megastyles Megabites,one that shall *not* go the way of NotOprah (RIP), thanks to a better, more attentive web server and blogware. It's about cooking, ta-da!
Meghan
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Friday, December 02, 2005
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Crank E. Crankerstein
Oh look, the New York Times was following me around. New favorite word: hangry.
Moody? Cranky? Tired? Feed me!
Meghan
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Friday, September 30, 2005
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A Brief Fashion Interlude
If this were still a fashion column, I'd be talking about Kate Moss right now. That on-tape evidence of her snorting coke, etc. etc. But actually, is there really all that much to talk about? Kate Moss is photographed so we can imagine what it's like to date rock stars and tear holes in couture and wear it through the mud, then go back to sipping our tea and making grocery lists. So the press is back to the same hackneyed discussion, recycled every 5 years or so, about the fashion business having to balance healthy sales figures and PC advertising vs. edgy, creative, and sometimes completely self-destructive art. I give you the "Models are too skinny, 'real' (aka sometimes fat) women are beautiful vs. 'Real' (aka sometimes fat) women don't look as good in the clothes and don't give the viewer that aspirational feeling that leads to impulse buying. Which leads to money." argument. Or we could talk about that whole "heroin chic" thing. Or the "pedophilia" thing. Fashion worries about fashion. Not health. (Unless health means getting out of detox or spas or obtaining Madonna-like triceps).
Speaking of fashion, I wear a lot of black. That's going to be a problem once I become a psychiatrist. No one wants to talk about their dust phobia or their eating disorder to someone dressed like Dieter on "Sprockets." It doesn't say "sympathetic ear," although maybe it would be good on the days with patients that need more boot camp, less hugs. Maybe I could have, like, a secret black day, say, Wednesdays. I'd tell my receptionist(s) to schedule all the troublemaker patients on those days, and then I could wear my most ninja-like outfits then. That would be great.
Maybe Kate Moss needs a ninja doctor.
Meghan
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Thursday, May 05, 2005
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Atlas Shrugged:
What I would be thinking about if I were Billy Joel driving toward a holiday party where I knew there was going to be a piano.
Meghan
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Tuesday, April 26, 2005
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Scribble Me This
I realized today my handwriting is appallingly illegible. It looks like little boy scrawl. Actually, I look illiterate. All this would be fine except that I can't change how I write. Remember how when you were in second grade and you could be that girl who wrote in big bubble letters and dotted her I's with circles for a week or two, just to see how it felt? I can't do that anymore. Change my handwriting, that is. I don't think circle-dotted I's inspire great confidence in anyone over the age of 12. Anyway, I tried writing slower. I tried writing in all caps. I tried writing in cursive--even worse. Maybe this is yet another sign that I should become a doctor. Or that I should figure out how to fix this before I get sued for malpractice because somebody misread my diagnosis.
Meghan
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Monday, April 18, 2005
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Passed Over?
Hey, did I miss Passover? In case I didn't, somebody Jewish needs to invite me to their seder. I've never been to one and I'm feeling a little left out, what with Easter being over and all. Patriot's Day isn't filling the post-holiday void. I understand there is no chocolate involved in this holiday, (and no bread, right? Or bread is OK that day?) but I also know there is a lot of wine involved, as well as some "bitter herbs." Will need clarification on this.
Meghan
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Monday, April 04, 2005
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Look At It!
Courtesy of Capt. Rawb:
Look At My Striped Shirt
Also, as I work at a psych clinic, this is maybe not the best thing to post on the hospital bulletin board...:
By The Time You Read This, I'll Be Dead
Meghan
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Strong Bad
Oh man. What a totally crap way to start the baseball season. I can't even pretend this is OK. I'm so glad I don't live in New York and have to plod my way among smug Yankee fans tomorrow morning. Seriously. What happened? I guess I could be optimistic and say, "Well it's actually better this way, this will give them incentive for the season," but...I don't feel like saying that.
Also somewhat alarming: somebody told me Sox tickets are all sold out for the season. They said it like *every single ticket* was gone. I think this was a moment of petty meanness on their part.
And, to everyone who said the artichoke was a useless vegetable that wasn't worth the effort: you were right. I'm sorry.
Meghan
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