Am I the only one disturbed by the celebrity media over-saturation to help Haiti while New Orleans is still rotting in the mold and muck of hurricane Katrina? Did I miss the breaking news that New Orleans was put back to average after years of malicious neglect? Where is the ongoing emergency celebrity effort in Louisiana?
Here is one of the greatest pieces of advice I can offer you when you get stuck with your dramatic writing. I stumbled upon this solution and it has saved me many times over the years.
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On the eve of The New Year, it’s time to once again fecklessly peer into the future to divine the yet unknown for the year 2010.
On December 27, 2009, Domino’s Pizza threw out their old pizza recipe and, they claim, invented a whole new taste experience. Yesterday, I suspending my eating morality for two seconds and took a bite of the “new and improved” Domino’s — cheese only — pizza to see just how much had changed with the iconic pizza of my childhood.
Go to any used bookstore and peruse the most ragged looking of the books that they have. Books that have been read and reread, full of side notes and pages that are bent in every way conceivable. I often wonder if there really is a “better” way to read a book. As far as I can tell, there are basically two schools of thought: The school of thought that subscribes to carefully reading a book and making sure that the pages remain unbent and clean, and the school of thought that advocates writing notes on the pages and bending over pages to indicate the place of the reader.
If you could be resurrected from the grave — re-born by science to become your own twin in a never-ending cycle of life — would you hope for that chance to live your life over again?
Gordon Davidescu wrote this article.
Sunday morning, December 30th, 2007 seemed like just about any other morning. It was to be the next to last day of the year. How could I have known that it would have been one of the saddest days for me? I suppose the first thing that should have alerted me that something was wrong was that I noticed that my father had called – rather early, actually. I didn’t want to admit it to myself but the first though I had was that my grandmother had passed away. Then again, I had previously had this thought when either my father or mother had called in unusual circumstances and I was wrong then.
