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Mr. Slater - I'm always so impressed with your intelligence and literacy. I'm planning to contact you when I'm in NYC this fall and am really looking forward to it. I hope this message finds you well. Yours very truly.

Back in the dark ages, I took a secretarial course and there was a large emphasis on proper letting writing form. We were taught to almost always open a letter with "I hope this letter finds you well", and to close with "Yours very truly." I never understood if "I hope this letter finds you well" meant I hope the letter arrived unharmed or if it meant I hope you're feeling well. Similarly, how could I be yours very truly if I'd never met you?

Mr. Slater - I'm always so impressed with your intelligence and literacy. I'm planning to contact you when I'm in NYC this fall and am really looking forward to it. I hope this message finds you well. Yours very truly.

Mr. Slater - I'm always so impressed with your intelligence and literacy. I'm planning to contact you when I'm in NYC this fall and am really looking forward to it. I hope this message finds you well. Yours very truly.

He invited my husband and I.
My brother and I's parents.
Please speak to my mother and I.
I'll give the presents to you and he.

We're working as best we can.

Yes, but - they MEANT at the end of the day. If was a song about their work ending at the end of the day. So, I give them a pass. Gotcha! Another phrase that should be buried - "give them a pass".
 
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He invited my husband and I.
My brother and I's parents.
Please speak to my mother and I.
I'll give the presents to you and he.

Yes, but - they MEANT at the end of the day. If was a song about their work ending at the end of the day. So, I give them a pass. Gotcha! Another phrase that should be buried - "give them a pass".
 
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Phrases I just never want to hear again:
 
At the end of the day
In terms of
How did this impact you?
 
and finally,
 
Our thoughts and prayers go out to the victims and their families and friends.

Phrases I just never want to hear again:
 
At the end of the day
In terms of
How did this impact you?
 
and finally,
 
Our thoughts and prayers go out to the victims and their families and friends.

Phrases I just never want to hear again:
 
At the end of the day
In terms of
How did this impact you?
 
and finally,
 
Our thoughts and prayers go out to the victims and their families and friends.

Phrases I just never want to hear again:
 
At the end of the day
In terms of
How did this impact you?
 
and finally,
 
Our thoughts and prayers go out to the victims and their families and friends.

Phrases I just never want to hear again:
 
At the end of the day
In terms of
How did this impact you?
 
and finally,
 
Our thoughts and prayers go out to the victims and their families and friends.

Phrases I just never want to hear again:
 
At the end of the day
In terms of
How did this impact you?
 
and finally,
 
Our thoughts and prayers go out to the victims and their families and friends.

I had the great good fortune to be directed by the late, great Charles Nelson Reilly in the 1980s, and the even greater good fortune to count him as a friend. He told us (the cast of the show he was directing) many wonderful stories of the original Hello Dolly and how surprised he, Channing and Eileen Brennan were when they were cast in the leading roles, as they were considered such "quirky" performers. But that was the ultimate charm of the show as originally staged. Charles and Brennan were not your "normal" ingenues, and Channing was eccentric in her performance style to say the least, but their idiosyncracies, personalities, professionalism and talent made what is a rather ordinary musical into something very special. But the ultimate success and enduring popularity of Hello Dolly lies in Gower Champion's ingenious direction and choreography. Even fully "reconceived" productions of the show cannot escape his legacy.

Where the food network went wrong is that it's not about food anymore. It's about contests and personalities. They've created so many star chefs with their own shows that it's gotten way out of hand. I'm pretty sick of all of them. I used to love Ina Garten but she became so precious as the years went on. "How bad can that be?" "Don't have any fun until I get back." "It's not a barbecue until the Fire Department arrives." Giada drives me fuckin nuts. I couldn't afford half the ingredients she recommends and when she gives a birthday party around her pool overlooking Los Angeles and tells me how to keep the gelato cold, I just want to choke her. Martha Stewart is also an entitled bitch (I watch her cooking and baking shows on Create) but her stuff is doable and the ingredients are reasonable. I made her blackberry buckle once for a dinner party and it was out of this world.
 
There was a terrific article in the L.A. Times Food Section many years ago about Rachel Ray. The author wrote about how Ray's gimmick was that she would teach us how to make "healthful" meals in 30 minutes and then proceeded to concoct a carbonara that began with fried bacon to which she added butter, then her fuckin' EVOO, then heavy cream, then cooked pasta, then grated parmesan. The writer said he prepared the recipe exactly as she instructed and it took nearly 50 minutes not 30 (I can't remember why), and when he added up the calories, it nearly gave him cardiac arrest. So much for quick and healthful.
 
In general, I think the British "cookery programs" are better than the American because they stick to cookery. Even Nigella Lawson in her excessive way kept to the basics and her stuff turns out well every time I make it. I have her recipe for lemon pasta and it's a perfect meal, and her recipes for angel food cake and cherry trifle can't be bettered. At Christmas, I do her ham and it is always a hit (gambon? I think that's the British term for it.)
 
I kind of like Lidia what's-her-name too, and America's Test Kitchen can be useful. That's probably the show that comes closest to the English model; it's simply about the preparation of recipes and that's all I want.

Yossi and Jagger is one of the most moving films I've seen in a long, long time. It stayed with me for a long time, just like Moonlight did.

Yossi and Jagger is one of the most moving films I've seen in a long, long time. It stayed with me for a long time, just like Moonlight did.

Oh how I wish I had the nerve to do that!!

I ride the Chicago "L" every day and witness non sexual man and woman spreading on every trip. Women tend to sit in one seat, put their purse on the one next to them and if they have a shopping bag and a third seat is free, then they deposit it there. Then, they pull out their cell phones and plug in their headsets so that they can ignore any comments or looks they might receive. And it's usually younger woman who do this. I have been on trains so crowded that you can barely move and still they won't relinquish the 2 seats occupied by their bags.
 
Man spreading is usually a sprawl. The guy slumps down in his seat, spreads his legs, then drapes his arm(s) over adjoining seats. If he has a backpack, that gets deposited on the empty seat next to him but for the most part, it's the full body sprawl that prevents you from taking the seat next to him.
 
I like the signs posted on the trains that say, "Did your purse buy a ticket?" that everybody ignores.

I ride the Chicago "L" every day and witness non sexual man and woman spreading on every trip. Women tend to sit in one seat, put their purse on the one next to them and if they have a shopping bag and a third seat is free, then they deposit it there. Then, they pull out their cell phones and plug in their headsets so that they can ignore any comments or looks they might receive. And it's usually younger woman who do this. I have been on trains so crowded that you can barely move and still they won't relinquish the 2 seats occupied by their bags.
 
Man spreading is usually a sprawl. The guy slumps down in his seat, spreads his legs, then drapes his arm(s) over adjoining seats. If he has a backpack, that gets deposited on the empty seat next to him but for the most part, it's the full body sprawl that prevents you from taking the seat next to him.
 
I like the signs posted on the trains that say, "Did your purse buy a ticket?" that everybody ignores.

I ride the Chicago "L" every day and witness non sexual man and woman spreading on every trip. Women tend to sit in one seat, put their purse on the one next to them and if they have a shopping bag and a third seat is free, then they deposit it there. Then, they pull out their cell phones and plug in their headsets so that they can ignore any comments or looks they might receive. And it's usually younger woman who do this. I have been on trains so crowded that you can barely move and still they won't relinquish the 2 seats occupied by their bags.
 
Man spreading is usually a sprawl. The guy slumps down in his seat, spreads his legs, then drapes his arm(s) over adjoining seats. If he has a backpack, that gets deposited on the empty seat next to him but for the most part, it's the full body sprawl that prevents you from taking the seat next to him.
 
I like the signs posted on the trains that say, "Did your purse buy a ticket?" that everybody ignores.

I ride the Chicago "L" every day and witness non sexual man and woman spreading on every trip. Women tend to sit in one seat, put their purse on the one next to them and if they have a shopping bag and a third seat is free, then they deposit it there. Then, they pull out their cell phones and plug in their headsets so that they can ignore any comments or looks they might receive. And it's usually younger woman who do this. I have been on trains so crowded that you can barely move and still they won't relinquish the 2 seats occupied by their bags.
 
Man spreading is usually a sprawl. The guy slumps down in his seat, spreads his legs, then drapes his arm(s) over adjoining seats. If he has a backpack, that gets deposited on the empty seat next to him but for the most part, it's the full body sprawl that prevents you from taking the seat next to him.
 
I like the signs posted on the trains that say, "Did your purse buy a ticket?" that everybody ignores.