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Mostly, I go local.
About Me
- Robin Aronson
- I write. I live in New York City. I have a husband and children. I worry, but I have fun worrying.
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September
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- The New Year
- But What Does It Mean Mr. Brooks?
- Scar Jo, The Marriage
- Me, Losing It: Exhibit A
- Away for the Weekend
- I Mean Come On!
- Wishing
- The McCain Campaign
- Campaign Suspended
- It's the Economy.....
- The Sequestered Candidate
- Traffic
- Chris Rock on Letterman
- Books for Barack
- On Politics
- Too Scared to Read
- Water, Water in my Yard, if Only I Had a Yard!
- Things I Never Thought I'd Say
- The Perfect Tuna Melt
- David Foster Wallace
- Stating the Obvious
- I'm Sorry I Can't Spell
- Why I Shouldn't Be Blogging
- Eight Minutes from Jon Stewart's World
- I'm Not Getting the Boots
- This is Rich, or something.....
- It's in the Boot
- To Amnio or Not
- The Experience Question
- How I Feel About Food
- Say Yes to the Dress
- But This Is News
- Following Obama
- Mother on Fire, or Whose School is this Anyway
- 20 Questions for Sarah Palin
- Glimpsing the Car with the Dream
- Not Quite Moving On: The Bridge to Nowhere
- Moving On
- Who ARE These People?
- Sleep Strike
- Go, Joe!
- In Other News
- Set Pieces
- Target Practice
- I Choose Samantha Bee!
- The Convention Ends
- The XX Factor
- Thank you, Maureen
- And by the way....
- The Convention
- No Chef Here: It's the Palin Show!
- How the Christian Right Made Feminists Wonder Abou...
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2 comments:
This VP thing is like roadkill (for me anyway): you know it's not good for you to look, but you can't take your eyes off it.
Exactly! I keep waiting to get over it, and I just can't. Roadkill is a perfect analogy.
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