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And then this Bear, Pooh Bear, Winnie-the-Pooh, F.O.P. (Friend of Piglet's), R.C. (Rabbit's Companion), P.D. (Pole Discoverer), E.C. and T.F. (Eeyore's Comforter and Tail-finder)--in fact, Pooh himself--said something so clever that Christopher Robin could only look at him with mouth open and eyes staring, wondering if this was really the Bear of Very Little Brain whom he had know and loved so long.

Tuesday, May 29, 2007

a public service announcement

The Golders Green Hotel has Bedbugs. Bed Bugs. (it also smells and has various other things wrong with it. but most of those fall under the "you get what you pay for" category, i think...)
hopefully this information will make in into the google universe, to help future travelers...

(as some of you know, I* have a sad history with the blood-sucking insects in question, thanks to my Manhattan neighbors, so I was quite annoyed to encounter them again.)

* Oren, on the other hand, seems immune to bites. good for him...

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At 7:37 PM, Anonymous said...: Hey not to move on from your plight too quickly, but I thought I'd remind you and Oren about Bendick's Bittermints. He should defintely give them a try, and I'd be grateful for a box or two.

Bedbugs aside, I hope you're having a great time.

--Jeremy
At 9:02 PM, miriam said...: we actually bittermints last shabbat! i had forgotten you were a fan. the box brags about how they are an "acquired taste." well, i didn't acquire it, but I'll def. tell oren to try and bring you some. (i came home on sunday...)
be well.

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"Bother!" said Pooh, as he opened it. "All that wet for nothing. What's that bit of paper doing?" He took it out and looked at it. "It's a Missage," he said to himself, "that's what it is. And that letter is a 'P,' and so is that, and so is that, and 'P' means 'Pooh,' so it's a very important Missage to me, and I can't read it. I must find Christopher Robin or Owl or Piglet, one of those Clever Readers who can read things, and they will tell me what this missage means. Only I can't swim. Bother!" Then he had an idea, and I think that for a Bear of Very Little Brain, it was a good idea. He said to himself: "If a bottle can float, then a jar can float, and if a jar floats, I can sit on the top of it, if it's a very big jar." ... "All boats have to have a name," he said, "so I shall call mine The Floating Bear." And with these words he dropped his boat into the water and jumped in after it. For a little while Pooh and The Floating Bear were uncertain as to which of them was meant to be on the top, but after trying one or two different positions, they settled down with The Floating Bear underneath and Pooh triumphantly astride it, paddling vigorously with his feet.

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Tuesday, May 29, 2007

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