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SHOULDN’T YOU BE WORKING NOW?
My dog turned thirteen in May. Stop! I know some of you are doing the “dog math” in your head (and I know which of you are doing it), and you’ve mentally concluded that she’s sev — tw — carry the — ah, ninety-one in dog years, but you are the same people who walk … Continue reading
Ow, quit it. Ow, quit it. Ow, quit it. Ow, quit it.
After sleeping 14 hours or so on Saturday, I awoke a new woman. Unfortunately, the woman I became turns out to be addicted to old episodes of Sex in the City. I started renting them from the wonderful family-owned Einstein Video near my house and now I can’t stop. I think it’s all the sparkly … Continue reading
Hyperbole: A figure of speech in which exaggeration is used for emphasis or effect, as in I could sleep for a year.
More photos of my pretty friend. I really liked this one. Please pardon the memepool-esque hyperlinks — I just learned how to do them a few weeks agone and they are super fun. I’ve been trying to do one scary thing each week. That’s easy, considering everything scares me. Yesterday I found someone who also … Continue reading
King of the road*
Chapter the Twelfth, in which: I talk to Jack and no one is naked. How delighted was I to see Jack’s ruddy, nervous face hovering in my kitchen? So delighted. At last, someone willing to discuss Elliott Smith’s albums with me at length without getting bored. And it was nice to see the rest of … Continue reading
P.Hill Baseball: We won’t get drunk and hit on you. Much.
I’m reading The Professor and the Madman, which naturally is a book about the OED. It’s more interesting than I thought it would be, especially the part where I learned the word “sesquipedalian,” meaning either a word which is a foot and a half in length, or a person who is a foot and a … Continue reading
Made you look.
I’m in Vienna today, because it’s way too much effort to be here. I’ve never been to Vienna, which makes it ideal for this kind of trip, plus Jonathan Carroll lives there — not the SF columnist; the other one. He writes delicious trash. So I’m drinking coffee and listening to the waiters shout at … Continue reading
Virtual tomfoolery for the Gamma Generation.
Michael Ondaatje has a poem — the sixth in a series of nine — which goes like this: Five poems without mentioning the river prawn. In the seventh poem, he mentions it. I could love a man who knows something about river prawns. I’m none too seafood savvy myself. Once at dinner with a friend … Continue reading
“Not unacquainted with distress,” she said, “I have learned to succor the unfortunate.”
“Not unacquainted with distress,” she said, “I have learned to succor the unfortunate.” I spent the day turning into toast. So much for my vow of absence, but a day spent lounging by the swimming pool, reading old sci-fi and drinking the gift of juice was not a day wasted. Last night I went to … Continue reading
When you can’t think of an interesting link for this box.
So — whoops. My whole family has a tendency to start sentences with “so.” For awhile we were calling each other on it and you’d get bread flung at you during dinner if you did it. Well anyway. So I’m reading Michael Ondaatje’s Handwriting poems now, which I’ve read before but you can’t read this … Continue reading
When you’ve totally exhausted Memepool.
Happy birthday, Vigils. When we were young we played in plum trees and swimming pools and spoke the irascible language of quarrelsome children in the suburban heat. Now we are old and two of us live extraordinary lives and then there’s me. This talk pisses Katie off I think. She says, I am living in … Continue reading