an empty bottle; I feel a bit free
There’s nothing quite like going downstairs to swap out your laundry, realizing someone has piled your (wet) load on top of a dryer, peeking behind the dryer to see if anything’s fallen back there and spotting a pair of your underwear, going back upstairs to fetch a broken hanger out of your closet (which most [...]
when seven powers failed to spin me, I had to get me seven more
I like making bold promises on my blog in the hopes that the Internet will hold me to them. This proves that you’re reading. Anyhow, when I went off on my rant about the census, I closed with the following: So I’ll make you a deal. You find me an official Census statement that acknowledges [...]
don't throw stones; you don't know
On Friday I had the neighbors, Ryan and Erin, over for wine and cheese. We sifted through each other’s movie piles to find good films to laugh over. Neither Erin nor Ryan had seen Road House, so we put that in first. If marginal utility theory means anything, then I should get more value out [...]
don't get me wrong
Games People Play I hadn’t seen Melissa and John in too long, so they obliged me for a drink at Drink, where Aaron served us a variety of historical cocktails. Mine were all whiskey-based; Melissa and John’s were primarily gin-oriented, if I’m not mistaken. We talked about Chicago and reminisced on the virtues of Boston. [...]
a couple of the sounds that I really like
I bought Michelle B. brunch at Johnny D’s, in payment for her reviewing the first draft of my second novel and giving me feedback. She teaches at a public high school similar to the one my novel’s set at and I needed her help on verisimilitude. I captured the attitude of school kids very well, [...]
there is a season, turn turn turn
As of this past Sunday, I’ve lived in my current apartment for one year. Today, you get the grand tour. The view from the front door. Bed immediately to my right. Walkway defined by position of couch. TV (and flatscreen Mac also used for watching movies) facing the couch. Bathroom in the back. Detail on [...]
everybody knows that you're in trouble; everybody knows what you've been through
“You should join Twitter!” “I can’t.” “Why not?” “If I had another outlet for self-indulgent blurbs, I’d have nothing to write about.” . . . Thanks to everyone who came out to Asgard last night for my birthday. I appreciate all your shout-outs and dedications. I reserve a special spotlight for Doug, the only man [...]
everybody hates a tourist
Busy morning; no time. I re-watched the Sci-Fi channel’s Dune miniseries this past week, having forgotten how good it all is. The whole miniseries has a very theatrical feel to it: lighting changes in mid-scene, lush backdrops instead of real environments, very standard camera shots. Baron Harkonnen even ends every scene he’s in with a [...]
back of my neck gettin' dirty and gritty
I take for granted that I will never have everything I need out of the apartment – or even packed – by the day of the move. Years of experience taught me this. So I had relatively little stress on Saturday morning when I realized that I had yet to pack: An entire bookshelf’s contents; [...]
if I was Santa Claus, I'd bake up a feast
Abstract: I did what strangers on the Internet told me to do and it paid off. Document: Last week, meandering through the last Star Market in Watertown, I saw whole chicken breasts on sale for a sweet deal. An experimenting mood struck me, so I bought a couple pounds. I also bought some flavorful mixings [...]
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