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A Very Harry Potter Summer Event: The Cleveland Orchestra Plays "Sorcerer's Stone"

Friday, July 5, 2019

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Mike & I really like Harry Potter. Maybe you've heard? I mean, our wedding seating cards were golden snitches made of Ferrero Rocher chocolates; our Kiddush cups read "She's a Keeper" & "He's a Catch"; our pre-ceremony music was the Harry Potter soundtrack; our flowers were made of actual pages from Harry Potter books; & our special drink was apple cider & champagne, which we dubbed "Felix Felicis." 

It occurs to me now that I don't think I ever blogged about any of these things, so here's a quick look back at them for proof of our obsession love.
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What I Read in April (Hint: A Lot of Harry Potter)

Wednesday, May 1, 2019

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April 2019 marked the first month in years that I read fewer than five books, but I have a good reason for it! At the start of the year, I vowed to focus more on quality than on quantity when it comes to my reading - to stop aiming for high overall numbers & quit skipping long, daunting books just because they'd make my numbers lower.

So in April, I finished nothing but Harry Potter books.

Is that really worth reviewing? I mean, listen, "worth" isn't the right word there: The Harry Potter books are always work reviewing, discussing, analyzing, dissecting, etc. But I think we all know how I'll review them: 10/5 stars, A+, would re-read again forever & ever, amen.
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She Whose Idiocy Must Not Be Named

Thursday, July 3, 2014

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I recently used Craigslist to sell an old phone to a stranger, which is the exact sort of transaction Craigslist was made for (although much less hilarious than Missed Connections & far less sordid than Casual Encounters).

I sifted through the responses to my post & chose a buyer who seemed nice & normal & responsible, however one can determine such characteristics via email. He was willing to meet me midday near my office, in public, & I brought a coworker with me to be extra-safe.

As it turns out, said buyer was a friendly, slightly nerdy guy who couldn't have been older than 26 & who probably couldn't have taken me in a fight. He paid via PayPal, cracked jokes with my friend Alexa & me, thanked me profusely, made fun of me a little bit for including my Twitter handles in my email signature, & went on his merry way. Generally, the whole thing was an easy, hassle-free experience.

He texted a couple days later to politely suggest that the next time I sell a phone, I first wipe it clean. Cue embarrassment. First of all, who doesn't clear a phone of their personal data before selling it to a Craigslist stranger? Second of all, I thought I had! Apparently technology is not my strong suit. And finally, that cringe-inducing, panicky thought: "What the hell did I have saved on that phone?" Luckily, I'm not one for nude photos or otherwise incriminating data, so I wasn't too worried. I changed my passwords, & my Good Samaritan buyer assured me he'd deleted everything. Lesson learned for next time.

Fast-forward a few months.

A few days ago, I spent some time Googling how to get to Savannah, GA, for an August vacation. I mapped all sorts of configurations, ultimately deciding to go with Amtrak (yes, I'm literally taking a midnight train to Georgia, but that's a story for another day). Two days after my trip-planning, I got a text message from a number I didn't recognize... until I scrolled through our past text chain & realized it was the guy who bought my phone.



Many a time I've wished to be a great & powerful wizard, even an evil one, & this is one such instance. Because we all know how that story ends, right? Neither can live while the other survives.
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Hogwarts Heartaches

Wednesday, September 28, 2011

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A conversation with my best friend, Christina, who is basically the world's nicest person (I'm not sure how she puts up with me, either!) following our Pottermore sortings.

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"Constant Vigilance" & the Importance of Grammar

Saturday, September 27, 2008

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Apparently the management at the Chinatown Teaism was trained at the Mad-Eye Moody School of Paranoia. While I appreciate the sentiment & the advice, I can't possibly take such a sign seriously, at least not without hearkening to Hogwarts.

And while we're at it with the crazy signage and the importance of schooling, I present you with an English lesson, courtesy of the bathroom at Georgetown's Bangkok Bistro:


And a zoom on the closing, in case you can't see it:


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