The View from a Drawbridge

The random musings of a bridgetender with entirely too much time on her hands.

An interesting text conversation with a dear friend, shared with her permission. Friend: Did something on my bucket list that I hope won’t shock you too much.           Me: Been trying to call. WHAT DID YOU DO? Expect the worst and it won’t be so bad.            Last time you did a bucket list thing, …

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My Voice

The View from a Drawbridge

I had a fascinating conversation with some old friends recently. I’ve known them for 10 years in the virtual world of Second Life. We hang out a couple times a week, but in all that time I’ve never heard their actual voices. All our communication is via text. Am I alone in this? When I …

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I go to work. I come home. I start dinner. I sit on my back porch in my fifteen dollar red plastic Adirondack chair, and put my feet up on my brown plastic thrift shop stool. My dog Quagmire jumps on my lap. Sometimes I ask him to tell me about his day. He’s never …

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As someone who majored in a foreign language in college (I wasn’t thinking at all about how I’d pay the bills upon graduation), I have spent a lot of time thinking about the things that get lost in translation. Words are not mathematical equations. The word for something in French does not “equal” the word …

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I admit it. I’m an introvert. People don’t energize me, they drain me. I’m not someone who looks forward to parties and large gatherings. It’s not that I don’t like people. Quite the contrary. I have several dear friends. I just prefer to interact with them one on one, and I agree with Ben Franklin …

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