I am leaving L.A. for a week or so after the You-Know-Whats®, mainly to get some writing done and to duck the emotional fallout I will inevitably confront post It.® (No matter what the outcome on Sunday, I predict some hermetic self-reflection ahead.)
But that's next week.
I propose a game in which I post pictures of my top secret retreat locale and you have to guess where I am. It'll be fun, if totally lame in a Matt Lauer kind of way. (
Matt! You're glib!) I promise I won't do anything too obvious, like posting a pic of the Washington Monument. (Not that I'm going to D.C.; that was just an example. Settle down, all you Type As in the front row.)
Do it, Rockapella!
EDITED TO ADD:
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The loot! The warrant! Eartha Brute, HUH!2. There's a clue as to what I'm wearing on Sunday in the post.
3. The
Greats of Roth at the New Beverly was awesome last night. Drop by for future installments if you can; Mr. Roth has fabulous (and fabulously bad) taste.
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Speak for Yourself
Par Imogen Heap
Date de publication : 01 November, 2005 |
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