There was an article in the New York Times yesterday about a topic that is very interesting to me (and you, I suspect): gifted education. You can read it: Some New Help for the Extremely Gifted (registration
seriously, Mr. Six just creeps me the heck out.
Oh, he gives me THE SHIVERS ... wants to ride the train at 6:15 on a Monday morning? That'd give me plenty ... any mother would have bought her son a Party Kitchen is beyond me, but I
movie is actually "The Matrix."
Now, let me know if I snow anybody here ... pretty much already over for me. Bill actually turns out not to be a ... then Hugh Grant would suddently appear to me, looking dashing as always
I was just downstairs in the records office, where the mail continues to come in heavily. I decided I'd help with the buckets and buckets of filing to be done. Doing all that filing reminded me of Being John