http://www.iknowwhatimdoing.com/lunchlines/ A noontime sentence. en Copyright 2008 Wed, 14 May 2008 12:39:33 -0800 http://www.sixapart.com/movabletype/ http://blogs.law.harvard.edu/tech/rss Styg was a year above Olive, which meant his life was peppered with brand new things like summer jobs, and painting his nails in defiance of his parents. But then there was that tendency of his to always hope for the best -- it always made Olive feel like she was the older of the two. http://www.iknowwhatimdoing.com/lunchlines/2008/05/pitted_olive_finally_says_yes_7.shtml http://www.iknowwhatimdoing.com/lunchlines/2008/05/pitted_olive_finally_says_yes_7.shtml Wed, 14 May 2008 12:39:33 -0800 It was the last Thursday in June, and they were at last riding the train home from school and into another great big ripening summer. http://www.iknowwhatimdoing.com/lunchlines/2008/05/pitted_olive_finally_says_yes_6.shtml http://www.iknowwhatimdoing.com/lunchlines/2008/05/pitted_olive_finally_says_yes_6.shtml Wed, 14 May 2008 12:38:02 -0800 "But I told them you were interested," said Styg, "or not INTERESTED, but, you know, at least not totally gloomy." http://www.iknowwhatimdoing.com/lunchlines/2008/05/pitted_olive_finally_says_yes_5.shtml http://www.iknowwhatimdoing.com/lunchlines/2008/05/pitted_olive_finally_says_yes_5.shtml Fri, 09 May 2008 16:50:08 -0800 "No," she said. Her voice was flat and still, as usual; and as usual, Olive's fingers traced the outline of an egg-sized lump sewn into the hem of her pea coat. http://www.iknowwhatimdoing.com/lunchlines/2008/05/pitted_olive_finally_says_yes_4.shtml http://www.iknowwhatimdoing.com/lunchlines/2008/05/pitted_olive_finally_says_yes_4.shtml Thu, 08 May 2008 13:43:09 -0800 Many of the folk hardely even knew or cared for them at all -- but only one person actually hated them, and that was Olivia Pitty, the Pitted Olive. http://www.iknowwhatimdoing.com/lunchlines/2008/05/pitted_olive_finally_says_yes_3.shtml http://www.iknowwhatimdoing.com/lunchlines/2008/05/pitted_olive_finally_says_yes_3.shtml Wed, 07 May 2008 13:00:48 -0800 It's hard to imagine now, but in those seemingly-safe days, the people of the town were so accustomed to the creatures of the Warrens that they barely even noticed them at all. http://www.iknowwhatimdoing.com/lunchlines/2008/04/pitted_olive_finally_says_yes_2.shtml http://www.iknowwhatimdoing.com/lunchlines/2008/04/pitted_olive_finally_says_yes_2.shtml Thu, 17 Apr 2008 18:46:40 -0800 This was all years ago, of course -- long before the Nomenclus had begun to die, and even longer before the Passage family returned to regrow the extinct creatures' numbers. http://www.iknowwhatimdoing.com/lunchlines/2008/03/pitted_olive_finally_says_yes_1.shtml http://www.iknowwhatimdoing.com/lunchlines/2008/03/pitted_olive_finally_says_yes_1.shtml Mon, 31 Mar 2008 16:08:05 -0800 Technically, her name was Olivia Pitty, but everyone called her "Pitted Olive," and by the time she started to mind it, sometime in her twelfth year, it was too late to object. And besides, she knew, it was fitting. http://www.iknowwhatimdoing.com/lunchlines/2008/03/pitted_olive_finally_says_yes.shtml http://www.iknowwhatimdoing.com/lunchlines/2008/03/pitted_olive_finally_says_yes.shtml Wed, 26 Mar 2008 17:29:46 -0800 I didn't think it was funny when you bought me a goat to replace my totaled car; and I especially don't think it's funny now that the goat has syphilis. http://www.iknowwhatimdoing.com/lunchlines/2008/03/point_a_to_point_p.shtml http://www.iknowwhatimdoing.com/lunchlines/2008/03/point_a_to_point_p.shtml Tue, 25 Mar 2008 12:51:25 -0800 Glenn's stories were always endlessly fascinating, though after a time I started to doubt that he was ever really sommelier to the Raj. http://www.iknowwhatimdoing.com/lunchlines/2008/03/go_on_embellish.shtml http://www.iknowwhatimdoing.com/lunchlines/2008/03/go_on_embellish.shtml Sat, 15 Mar 2008 19:53:22 -0800 When I was eight and still very nimble, I met a boy who could pick locks with his feet; which is how we became the youngest Alcatraz escapees in history. http://www.iknowwhatimdoing.com/lunchlines/2008/03/the_times_when_my_parents_shou.shtml http://www.iknowwhatimdoing.com/lunchlines/2008/03/the_times_when_my_parents_shou.shtml Mon, 10 Mar 2008 14:45:39 -0800 Aye, she were a sturdy lass, battered by years at sea and built like a walrus who'd got tangled in a dress; but there weren't a single lighthouse keeper on the whole Tuscan coast who weren't tickled to call her Wifey for a night. http://www.iknowwhatimdoing.com/lunchlines/2008/03/wandering_wifey_hauls_in_her_c.shtml http://www.iknowwhatimdoing.com/lunchlines/2008/03/wandering_wifey_hauls_in_her_c.shtml Thu, 06 Mar 2008 14:29:39 -0800 "Awestruck" was the only word that could convey my feelings upon breaking through the cloudbank and seeing vast mountainside's endless ribbons of evergreens and granite outcroppings and now, finally, me, rolling down it at the center of an ever-growing snowball. http://www.iknowwhatimdoing.com/lunchlines/2008/03/almost_all_downhill_from_here.shtml http://www.iknowwhatimdoing.com/lunchlines/2008/03/almost_all_downhill_from_here.shtml Wed, 05 Mar 2008 12:42:25 -0800 In those last few moments that I was dragged through the field behind my beautiful '38 Packard, all of my senses were convened upon the tall wheat grass, its blurry green smell crackling against my parched, fading tongue. http://www.iknowwhatimdoing.com/lunchlines/2008/02/the_collector_collector.shtml http://www.iknowwhatimdoing.com/lunchlines/2008/02/the_collector_collector.shtml Thu, 14 Feb 2008 12:49:31 -0800 It was when we were ready to open the tiny acorn-shaped lock on the safe-deposit box that we discovered our mistake: in our hurry to pile into the getaway car, we'd left behind our clever little squirrel. http://www.iknowwhatimdoing.com/lunchlines/2008/02/scabbers_takes_a_holiday.shtml http://www.iknowwhatimdoing.com/lunchlines/2008/02/scabbers_takes_a_holiday.shtml Wed, 06 Feb 2008 14:07:13 -0800