Another Convert
So I badgered my friend Rosie into starting a blog! She has a thrilling tale to tell: chock full of twists of fate, disasters, tenure travails, and one jaw-droppingly unfortunate e-mail incident that rivals Dooce's famous story both for narrative chops and cautionary value.
And I say this even though I'm jealous that Rosie has already, on her second post, garnered a complimentary comment from a complete stranger. (How well I recall my own early days, laboring in a veritable comment-free desert, floating my posts out like so many messages in bottles, mixing my metaphors freely, trudging to school for miles in the snow, uphill both ways... and I had to lick the floor clean!)
Ahem. Anyway, she's earned it. Read the whole post; you won't regret it.
4 Comments:
Did you have to also carry a hot potato in your hands to keep your fingers from freezing?
You had potatoes? Luxury. We had to wait for a cow to ... no, I won't continue.
speaking of hardships, rosie has had a time of it. . .
I got to the email anecdote and was sure she'd done the same thing I once did -- sent a private email to everyone in my address book.
Kate, off to break the ice on the water bucket so I can heat water for the bath. Althought -- Udge, that's so ugh. No way anyone's gonna beat that.
I am green with envy at Chez Miscarriage's 300+ comments on her last post. Sigh.
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