When I see horse-drawn carriages in New York, something in me makes me want to run up to the horses and tell them that the end of their enslavement draws near. There is no Sarah - only Zuul. (Yes, I am doing that thing again where everything I see in New York City reminds me of some movie.) When I came to work this morning, there was a gaggle of Franciscan friars waiting to go through security at the same time I was. Only one of them had on monk-style robes - the rest were in jeans and sweatshirts -...
Posted by srah on March 1, 2005 11:59 PM
I made cookies last night with Robin and Harini. Harini is a skilled cookie artist - I just slap frosting on and move on to the next one. I suppose someone's just going to eat them so I shouldn't worry about art, but... whatever. I don't know what my point was. I don't even like frosting. Harini hasn't been sleeping or eating because her parents found out her older sister had had a non-Indian boyfriend, freaked out, and jumped on a plane a few days later to take her to India, husband-hunting. Somehow I find Viji finding a husband in...
Posted by srah on December 20, 2001 8:57 AM
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