I’m laying around feeling ill, the result of downing a bowl of cherries while watching Paul McCartney, here to claim what’s left of the Beatles Catalog, on David Letterman.
I’m thinking, though not deeply, about death. The grandfather of a good friend died today. Funerals are sad, death not necessarily so. Sometimes death is a …
I’m participating, in a non participatory fashion, in Infinite Summer. I started yesterday. My housemate, who often scrolls my sites online, much like my old college roommates used to scroll blogs for me, is blogless and lives vicariously through me, provoked me to do it. It’s not like work, school, no real vacation, at least …
Recently my life has been like the The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao, and it’s not because my life is literally like the The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao. No, it’s because a few months ago I misplaced both a segment of my life and the book, the book with one …
Here’s to you, your parenting rocks, you bought me tampons, made me wear socks.
You pulled a comb through gummy hair, while insisting thongs weren’t underwear.You bought me books, and watched me draw, told me not to call you “maw”. You said “it’s best to play outside, walk and run instead of ride”. I know your …
