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...The title will be [My name]: The Girl in the Boys' Powder-room. Or perhaps it should be 'Bois'"

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Just in case you were wondering (Hey, Google-bot) how to do the time signature 3/8+3/4 in Finale and not have it beam all screwy, here's what you do. Go into the time signature tool, choose composite. In the first box on the top row, type the number 0.75. In the box below it, type the number 2. Now, you're thinking, this is insane, there's no such thing as .75/2 time. And you're right. But

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Bet you can't buy tinned octopus at your dollar store. Not that I do.

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My neighborhood has a very high concentration of 99cent stores. There's a huge one, actually, about half a block from my house, but that involves crossing a fairly major road without a stoplight, so I generally just visit the one at the foot of the subway station. (Out here, our subways are above ground.) Tonight, I was on my way home from the Farmers Market with a cheese pumpkin that I was

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You absolutely have to go, right now, check out the Amazon.com reviews of K-Fed's new "album." I haven't laughed that hard in a LONG time. Here's my favorite: I'll be nice. Relative to a pool of vomit, this album is pretty solid. I'd rather have this album thrown at me at high speeds than a chainsaw. If I was stranded on a desert island, I'd rather have this album than a tumor. If I had to lick

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I think this is a friendly gesture much in the same way that fishermen offering worms to trout is.

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I invented this yesterday out of (sorta) necessity. I had an old, stale, slightly moldy gingerbread lying around, but I felt bad that I had neglected it, and I like gingerbread and didn't want to throw it out entirely, so I revived it and it was delicious. Ingredients: A loaf of gingerbread, more or less. Stale is completely fine. And if it's just minor mold we're talking about, cut/scrape it

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Here's what you need: About a pound of either ground lamb, or even better, lamb sausage 8-10 smallish eggplants. And I mean smallish. No larger than a pear. 3/4 cup quinoa A lemon A tomato or two. Flavorful and ripe is better. Onions. I'd say 3 small ones. Garlic. 3 cloves or so Olive oil. Lots. Oregono First, prepare the eggplants. The easy way to do this is to boil them until they're

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This recipe is best if you get all your ingredients from the Union Square Farmers Market. I shop Saturdays, so all references to location are based on the Saturday vendors. 3-4 apples, peeled, cored and thinly sliced (I recommend Honeycrisps and Empires from the apple guy at the NE corner of the park) Cream (Try the Ronnybrook Farms guys, at the north end of the park, in the middle-ish)

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The following sign: Attention CUSTOMER'S We Moves the company Boca, Jones and Armour to The Refineration in The Produce Section

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Q: At work yesterday, of what fictional character did you most remind yourself? A: That would have to be Mrs. Lovett. Q: So you cannibalized an Italian barber? A: Actually some Nittany Lions.

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...through the looking glass...CHAPTER VIII THE QUEEN'S CROQUET-GROUND A large rose-tree stood near the entrance of the garden: the roses growing on it were white, but there were three gardeners at it, busily painting them red. Alice thought this a very curious thing, and she went nearer to watch them, and just as she came up to them she heard one of them say, `Look out now, Five! Don't go

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I have decided that my new drink of choice will be the Frosted Austin, which does not, in fact, exist. Yet. I am depending on you, loyal reader(s) to suggest an adequate recipe. Do not disappoint me.

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All the money in the world cannot buy a good toupee. Right, Mr. Schwartz? UPDATE: I'm just sayin'.

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In which our interviewer seeks, in very small intervals, to learn the truth about the woman behind the fruit.* Q: What one activity in your childhood educational experience was the most relevant to your current employment? And it can't be a whole year or school or subject. A: Tangrams. *And Katie Holmes was unavailable.

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Dear iTunes, You suck. No. I don't mean it. I'm sorry. Really. Don't be mad at me, iTunes. I'm just a little testy because it's now 7:50 on Friday and this week's episode of "The Office" isn't up yet, and I've made the concious choice to buy it from you rather than find it illegally somewhere, even though that would have been free and I would have had my fix of sweet, Office-y goodness at least

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Today I executed a very advanced pre-walking manuever and was very proud of myself. I was trying to get from my place of employment (oh, and exciting, I now HAVE a place of employment.... a real one!) to church. Pre-walking is the fine art and subtle science of positioning yourself on the subway platform in such a way that you'll board the subway car that will let you out closest to the stairs at

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...is for cookie, and that's good enough for me.

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I like meatloaf. We very rarely had it when I was a kid because my father had it all too frequently when he was a kid, but nonetheless, I like it a lot. So last night, having just straggled back in to town, I really felt like making a meatloaf. I did a little innovating, and thought I'd share my recipe with you, because it was way good. 1 lb ground beef, approximately 8 oz blue cheese, crumbled

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Dear George, You were only barely Batman then, and you certainly aren't now. Sincerely, The Mango P.S. You're right. We don't want you in politics.

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CNN's running a big special on geniuses this weekend, and consequently has the requisite "Are You A Genius?" quiz on its website. Which is great and all, except that the questions look suspiciously like they were ripped off the math section of the PSAT, which says some very sad things about the educational system in this country, if you ask me. In response to this, I present the official

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Hey guys. I realize I've been gone for, like, a month. I really need to stop doing that. But I have an issue that needs your help. Springfield, MO, has five high schools, which have had open enrollment for decades. This has enabled families to choose which school was best for their children, as long as they were willing to provide their own transportation. One of the results of this policy was

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Me: "Yeah, um, the piano is playing everything BUT your note." Actor:"Oh...process of elimination."

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I am a musical segregationist. Or at any rate, I never want to deal with integration again. Do I sound like a horrible person? Let me explain. Yesterday I spent something in the neighborhood of 18 hours integrating the score of my show. This means going through the score and libretto, copying and pasting the dialogue into the score, making sure all the fonts are right, making sure everything's

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Okay, we have another round of DVD-bashing, presented by the curiously bearded Jake Gylenicantspellthis. So let's think about this. The only people who are SEEING this montage-that-can-only-be-enjoyed-on-a-big-screen are the 5000 or so people in the theatre. The other 3 billion of us are not appreciating it all. I'm sorry. If you make obscure crappy movies, there's no chance in hell I'm going to

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