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Winning entries at MIT's origami competition. I can't even fold a sheet of paper into quarters, much less do anything like these.
"Thanks for listening."
I wish she would call.
I wish she would call.
I've heard those words so many times. Friends and strangers have come to me with their happinesses, their sadnesses, and their secrets. I've felt fortunate. I've been close, I've touched. People have trusted in me, trusted in my abilities to understand and to sympathize and even to advise.
If you ask me what I'm good at, I might say, "Listening." You might agree.
But, sometimes, I don't know.
I received thoughtful and sundry comments to this entry. Monty wrote:
I'm not sure you should trust this list too much, especially #6. I went to high school with the Jehle brothers, whose father used to play chamber music with Einstein in Princeton. Dietrich and Eberhardt never claimed he was concert level, but he played well enough that he—and his fellow musicians—enjoyed it.
But his cat got depressed when it rained? Mine get annoyed—they both know they never ordered any rain.
JA, the industrious, is home today, working on his review of the Slim Devices Squeezebox, which will appear in our next eNewsletter. This makes me happy. Happy, not because JA, the boss, is home, but happy because he's working on his review of the Squeezebox. And, the Squeezebox, as we know, with all of its delicious features and its oh-so-sleek-and-simple lines that fit snugly in the tiniest of corners to broadcast your Editors and Jimmy Edgars and Pink Martinis and Sonic Youth-slash-Fugazis from your office to your kitchen to your bedside window ledge to your broom closet and back…