Marrow is delish, and so is Bon Jovi

Danyelle Freeman Sucks: The Marrow Out Of Life, In General:

"And then the LORD said unto Abraham:
'Shot through the heart
And you're to blame
You give love a bad name.'"

BBC NEWS -- Curvy women may be a clever bet

Skip the diet, and bring on the brainy babies!

(oops, forgot to call the sperm bank again today. I'm a bad mom...)

Something new to expect when you're expecting

Or at least something new to hope for:
Parents, businesses experiment with child care at work.

When the time comes, I'll still try to write a book to extend my time at home. But maybe I'll be able to go back to work less painfully anyway...

What I'm doing Wednesday Night

I heart Maira Kalman, so I will go see a very funny talk at the ICA tomorrow.

OMG! Breaking monkey news!

Cloning breakthrough, icky medical-ethics-ooginess. But still, More Monkeys!

An economist solves the mysteries of dating. -- Slate Magazine

I am moderately attractive, fairly successful in my career, and absolutely no good at playing dumb. Clearly, I will never get another date.

Good thing I have a nice boyfriend, who so far seems to think I'm good enough!

Haru Hoorah!

An old fave has followed me north. Anyone want to get sushi tomorrow night?

Hell is for children, not me!

And who would have ever thought it, hmmm? Good thing my dear Reader Nina clued me in to this fun test...

The Dante's Inferno Test has sent you to the First Level of Hell - Limbo!

Your fate has been decided....
You are one of the lucky ones! Because of your virtue and beliefs, you have escaped eternal punishment. You are sent to the First Level of Hell - Limbo!

First Level of Hell - Limbo

Charon ushers you across the river Acheron, and you find yourself upon the brink of grief's abysmal valley. You are in Limbo, a place of sorrow without torment. You encounter a seven-walled castle, and within those walls you find rolling fresh meadows illuminated by the light of reason, whereabout many shades dwell. These are the virtuous pagans, the great philosophers and authors, unbaptised children, and others unfit to enter the kingdom of heaven. You share company with Caesar, Homer, Virgil, Socrates, and Aristotle. There is no punishment here, and the atmosphere is peaceful, yet sad.


Here is how you matched up against all the levels:

Level	Score
Purgatory (Repenting Believers)	High
Level 1 - Limbo (Virtuous Non-Believers)	High
Level 2 (Lustful)	High
Level 3 (Gluttonous)	Moderate
Level 4 (Prodigal and Avaricious)	Very Low
Level 5 (Wrathful and Gloomy)	Low
Level 6 - The City of Dis (Heretics)	Very Low
Level 7 (Violent)	Moderate
Level 8- the Malebolge (Fraudulent, Malicious, Panderers)	Moderate
Level 9 - Cocytus (Treacherous)	Low

Take the Dante Inferno Hell Test

A Womb with a View

A bad pun, but it's true. Here is a photo of my abdominal/pelvic area:



But Maggie, you may be wondering, where are your lady parts? Et voilá! On demand, they appear:



Please note that the uterus is nicely formed and shaped, with no adhesions, polyps, tears, dents, dings, scuffs or scratches. (Don't worry, the missing bottom of the triangle just has not yet filled with dye.) The tiny pencil line squiggles? Lovely sturdy fallopian tubes free of twists, tangles, bulges or weak spots, ending in nice big catching mitts to grab an egg or two. The fuzzy wispy stuff at the ends and drifting about the abdominal cavity a bit is contrast dye, which, having flown unimpeded through the tubes, illuminated the bits for our benefit, and having found no blockages -- YAY -- has successfully exited the subway system. Here's another peek with a bit more wispiness:



Beautiful and perfect, a textbook example, in prime condition (though who knew an empty womb was so small?). Seems a shame to waste it, right? I agree!

I return to the smiling German Ob/Gyn (I have yet to settle on a blog nickname for this lovely man) tomorrow to review the results of this hysterosalpingogram, but so far, it looks like a big, fecund thumbs-up.

Prank leaves police overrun by gnomes - Boston.com

"'We need to get them out of here,' Capt. Richard Harrison said. 'Every time I leave my office they're sitting in my chair, working on my computer. I can't seem to get rid of the darn things.'"

Oh, really? I never realized how true to life those Travelocity ads are.

You can't relive the past

I was so excited. My brand-new copy of the complete season/series of My So-Called Life came tonight.

Gawd I loved that show. I was an internet activist pioneer for that show, on the listserv, lobbying against cancellation -- I even have a mix-tape "soundtrack" that someone on the list made for all of us.

I just stayed up way too late watching the first three episodes. A beautiful DVD set, gorgeously packaged (looks like a textbook, and the insert looks like a composition notebook), with just the right amount of commentary from the cast, crew and celebrity fans.

But you know what? The show's just not as good as I remember it. It's good, just not AS good...