Tho’ much is taken, much abides; and tho’
We are not now that strength which in old days
Moved earth and heaven, that which we are, we are;
One equal temper of heroic hearts,
Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will
To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.– Ulysses, Alfred, Lord Tennyson
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DWTS Season 12: “Dancing’s Like Walking, Except Not At All”
Like, at first I thought that was Wilmer Valderrama, but it's not.
The 12th season of Dancing with the Stars is here! And as Tom Bergeron said, it’s the “widest ranging collection of stars” the show has ever had, which basically means “least famous.” Despite my love for Kirstie Alley, the beauty of Petra Nemcova, and the prowess of Sugar Ray Leonard, this cast is undoubtedly filled with a majority of little-to-un knowns. But does that matter? Not really. I’d watched this show if I was trapped in a cave. With cable. So in the immortal words of Brian Fellows, “let’s get going!” It’s been a long winter, and I’m in desperate need of some Cha-cha-cha.
Chelsea Kane, Foxtrot: So Chelsea Kane’s claim to fame is breathing the same air as the Jonas brothers, which may mean she’s not that famous if you’re over 15, but that she’s also going to be quite a dark horse on DWTS. And if she’s not dating Mark Ballas by the end of the season, I owe everyone who reads this blog a dollar (or I don’t and this is just an outlandish statement). Anyway, Chelsea’s doing the Foxtrot, which is not usually a dance you see on the first night, which I assume means it has some level of difficulty. But sister pulled it off well! She’s pretty and tiny and adorable and a spunky dancer. I think people are really going to respond!
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The Moral Implications of Having Someone Else Do Your Laundry
Am I supposed to just walk by and pretend this isn't happening?
Over the past two and a half weeks I’ve been back and forth between New York and Massachusetts, for some good reasons, and some not so good. In the past 16 days, I’ve gone from Boston, to Highland Falls, to Babylon, to Center Moriches, back to Boston, then to New York City, back to Boston again, then Boston to Center Moriches and back…twice.
I’m exhausted. Which pretty much means that the 25 pounds of laundry I had sitting in two (two) laundry baskets and several duffel bags in my bedroom were never going to get cleaned. Until my cousin RJ convinced me over the weekend to “send it out,” because RJ is the only person I know that has everything picked up and delivered.
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