Still going after all these years.
Curt Schilling retires (38 pitches) Goodnight, Mr. Schilling. (tags: redsox) Good Advice (The Tin Man) On Being a Therapist is a good list of advice, including “you will never be content for very long.” (tags: blackdog) The Makers of Things (Rands In Repose) A meditation on the Brooklyn Bridge and on the meaning of digging … Continue reading “Grab bag: Goodnight, Mr. Schilling”
Shaking off the weekend (and a very nice weekend it was!), we’ll get things started slowly today, with a little meme. Thanks to Estaminet for the tag. Looks like I’m hitting 89%, so contrary to past expectations I don’t truly eat everything. Instructions Copy this list into your blog or journal, including these instructions. Bold … Continue reading “The VGT Omnivore’s Hundred”
I woke up and went downstairs to look out the window, expecting to see new snow from last night’s expected storm. The sidewalks were black and looked wet, and I thought, ice. I put my boots on, put on the dogs’ collars, and stepped outside. Two steps down the brick walkway and then… the dogs … Continue reading “Ice dream”
All indications to the contrary, I’m still alive. It has been a lovely, if thundery, few days here in the mountains to the north and west of Asheville. Food has been commensurate with past experiences—steak at my uncle’s on Tuesday night, big southern breakfast Wednesday (eggs, sausage, sawmill gravy, biscuits, grits, tomatoes, cantaloupe, fig preserves, … Continue reading “Alive, still”
Christopher O’Riley is on a roll. Recently he has parlayed his successful public radio gig into a public television gig; he also has two Radiohead transcription albums and one Elliott Smith transcription album under his belt. Now comes his latest transcription album, Second Grace: The Music of Nick Drake. And for better or worse it’s … Continue reading “Music Review: Christopher O’Riley, Second Grace: The Music of Nick Drake”
It’s nineteen hours into the new year, and I’ve received our first present from the far right fringe hate groups. In a plastic bag, tied with a white twist-tie and weighted with a piece of slightly red-tinged granite, a flier greeted me when I took the dogs out tonight: Don’t Have Sex With Blacks Avoid … Continue reading “Welcome to the neighborhood”
…so after our dogs narrowly escaped getting sprayed by a skunk on our front steps last night, I don’t want to know what the other two things to come are going to be. I opened our front door and our storm door at 10:30 last night, and the dogs bounded out the door and down … Continue reading “Things come in threes…”
Among the things I consider a good prelude to a day skiing, being awakened every hour by a dog with a bad stomach does not rank high on the list. In fact, I’m not even sure it appears on the list. Our little girl puppy had a really bad night and kept us up, so … Continue reading “What a day that was”
This is the archive of albums that appeared in the Current Listening spot in 2003.
Some of the highlights of this site. Most popular and best written pieces. Most popular No explanation for the popularity of these is possible. Mostly I hit the zeitgeist by accident. Apple: How to Bury an Important Announcement Trogdor the Burninator Yankee Hotel Foxtrot For your burninating enjoyment, Trogdor the 8-bit Flash Game Win without … Continue reading “Greatest Hits”
Two additions to the blogroll, both of whom belong in some sort of canon or other: Samuel Pepys and William Gibson. Two blogs, two very different writers. To misquote Dickens, Pepys is dead, to begin with. But Phil Gyford is turning Pepys’s diary into a daily blog. Good reading and the comments (aka “annotations”) are … Continue reading “Blogroll update: great writers new and old”
For the kids’ privacy, I’ve listed them as Girl 1-8 and Boy 1-2. The other two leaders are, logically, Leader 1-2. 6-22-02 So I’m starting this a day late. I didn’t have patience yesterday for writing. What a day. I’m so amazed that we got through it in one still-speaking-to-each-other piece. Up at 5, out … Continue reading “pilgrimage journal”
Well! All in all, a surprising day. The first surprise was the lack of snow—though, given that it is Washington, DC, a city in which weather is as unpredictable (and boring) as a leaf in the wind, this wasn’t actually too surprising. The gig at the Monastery went quite well. There were seven of us, … Continue reading “Gap replaces pig’s feet”
For the utter weirdness of it: last night’s dream: We were ushered into my high school auditorium, waiting for the demons to call our names and take us away. We knew our fate: our tongues would be cloven, our skin melted, our bones wadded into tiny balls that were gleefully swatted around by the golfers … Continue reading “Dream”
From time to time I’ve mentioned the hausfrau spirit of my ancestresses that inhabits me occasionally. This haunt, I’ve discovered, has a sense of humor, or a particular streak of cruelty, because she only takes over when I can least spare her the time. Case in point: this morning, I had less than an hour … Continue reading “Hausfrau & a Song Doth Not a Day Make”