Posts Tagged ‘trivia’

What happened to

…Travelocity and to American Airlines?

For 2 hrs I’m trying to book roundtrip to Miami. A leg “there” is done. Return leg is “processing” on AA for half-n-hr. WTH?
Phew! All done, booked and confirmed. South Beach, I’m coming!


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Ну то знакомое всем волшебное чуство,когда ты предвкушаешь шелковую постель или налитую пеной ванну, а потом постель.. Когда тебя уже не держат ноги, а впереди все мягко и томно..и вот ты уже там, уже мысли положил туда.В негу.В кровать или в ванну, а сам скидываешь последнее, чтоб присоединиться..мряу….
А тебе кричат -мама!!!!


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Comment alert in my WordPress window: reply to your comment received 17hrs ago.

Me, 5 years ago, to a popular photo of John and Yoko in bed:

-Excellent recording of disgusting people and their abhorringent relationship__________Etat

-Why even comment if it’s to write something negative? Keep your small minded thoughts to yourself and just change websites if beautiful pictures and different life styles bother you. ____Mya, July 20, 2010 at 6:12 pm

-Why don’t you exercise some open mindedness, mya – even a modest effort will go a long way, believe me, in your transition to a sociable person who appreciates opinions of others[…] ____ETat, July 20, 2010 at 10:49 pm

Still, we don’t understand why you took the time. ______Dame,June 1, 2015 at 6:31 pm

Look at the dates.

Note, too, that I am not given an option of replying.

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Received weekly update from my professional LinkedIn group. Trivial post listing “Cities every architect must visit” is signed by Dikshit M. from Mumbai, head of namesake architectural firm.

True story!

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Generational marker

I just discovered that M. Reynolds’ Little Boxes SOME associate exclusively with series Wheeds!

Tell me what this song reminds you of when you hear it?
I’ll go first.


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[what I do now]:

I am sick with flu (or who the hell knows what this crap is); cranky, feverish and angry that I had to cancel my plans to go to Eastman for New Year’s. Sneezing, coughing, holding my suddenly cast-iron head, having no appetite (and food taste like carton, anyway) and bored.

So, what’s up, ducks? Come and tell me stories. Or I’ll go strain my teary eyes over Marquand J P, “Women and Thomas Harrow”…

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A self-quote

…A Cosmo bought by a stranger in a bar gathering on October evening few years back; a sketchy car conversation with a spouse of 18 years in front of the doctor’s office; a drunkard’s threats one glorious morning in the park of an old city – all these are bombs that blew your life into pieces.

Or there could be standstill days, nor here not there, between the skies and the water, end of the old routine and start of the new. Like when you finally graduated, and whole race of the past half-a-year, permanent lack of sleep, endless rush, no-time-to-look-at-the-mirror’ life hit the brakes.
No obligations, no appointments, you’re free of everybody and everything – and they’re free from you. You’re not needed, the world is indifferent either you’re still here or went to Yekaterinburg feeling sudden urge to look at the jades in Geological Museum….

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