The Julie/Julia ProjectNobody here but us servantless American cooks...(Untitled)- October 27, 2003 I saw a woman the other day who hates the subway even more than I do. Everyone knew she was the one to watch when she got on at Queensborough Plaza, during the morning commute, and immediately sat down on the floor, her back against the pole. She was about sixty or so, short and squat, with salt and pepper hair shorn into one of those crew cuts they give to the mentally disabled. She was talking to herself. You know the type. Between Queensborough and Lexington Avenue,..http://blogs.salon.com/0001399/2003/10/27.html#a316 (Untitled)- October 9, 2003 Some of you may be asking: oh my Julie, why hast thou forsaken me You might resentfully assume I&146;m off living the lush life as a famous-writer-in-waiting, partying in Williamsburg, accepting and tearing up my regularly faxed Ben-Lo wedding invitations and gradually going Republican. Not so. Rather, I&146;m spending a lot of time waiting for my life to begin. I am still a secretary, which is beginning to really get me down, if you can believe it. I am...http://blogs.salon.com/0001399/2003/10/09.html#a315 |