Category: Thoughts

Hello Weekend. Birds are out there, so loud. Let’s stare down the uncanny valley of the soul until the delta is gone. So much is close to almost being aspirationally authentic. The problem is the closer it looks to almost real, the worse it gets. Closer can’t be the goal. I submit to you Anne…

A few conceits can push forward the intimacy of a group of people. Elevator breakdowns, of course, just ask Hollywood. Discussions about huitlacoche, any other fungus and/or disgusting things to eat. And then there’s the ink conversation, the three-hour tour of party conversations. Guaranteed to make all manner of people hike up their skirts a…

Do you remember teaching yourself to strike a paper match? Learning the right amount of pressure, the pinch on the hard chemicals then the snap and the deft finger lift away from the air that would be sucked into flame. Maybe a quick curve of the hand to shield it from the wind? Each matchbook…

I wanted something from Faulkner’s house. I wanted something like you do when a grandfather is buried, when you leave a lover for what you know is the last time even if she does not, when you walk through the woods or a graveyard at the beginning of winter. A shirt, a stone. Something. Circling…

You know I love a pilgrimage. When the seed casing feels too tight, it needs to be soaked in a hard rain and it needs to be scratched, given a cut against what won’t give way. One way to do this is a road trip built for touching gravestones, stomping on the grounds of the…

Every Sunday I try to fill up this sorry old Goodwill tote with stuff that needs to leave my house Monday morning. That’s the gig. I’ve been doing in for months now, and I’m really not sure where the stuff is still coming from. I’m digging deeper I guess. This week the evenings are cooler,…

I’m sending this post to my blog from my phone to try to keep my NaBloPoMo dream alive. I only have a few moments to write, though, because I’m starving. Everyone at my table is starving. We worked up an appetite today because we manage to get slightly lost in a national park near a…

Google messed with Gmail’s design again, and I like it, except they took away some of the word commands and replaced them with icons.Which is a fine concept, and I’m not a tiny icon hater per se, except that I’ve been noticing a trend and Holy Wernicke, I’m getting worried about what’s been happening to…

’ve been all George-Clooney with my frequent flier miles lately. I’m squirreling them, scooting from account to account, using calculus for the first time since high school to try to figure out if I’m better off accruing separate streams in hotels (mmmm hotel upgrades) or merging all of my tertiaries into the big, rolling Delta….

The worst thing about Daylight Saving Time is that it was instituted at the turn of the century by Anglo governments, and that means it is devoid of the fantastic superstitious rituals and psychic rewards that fucking with time should afford us. We have no legends about spirits we entered in limbo when we sprang…