archives for July 2008
*YES.*
Wednesday 16 July 2008 | someone left a cookie
“Kay Ryan, Outsider With Sly Style, Named Poet Laureate” (NYT) Addendum: I should say that while this is good news for the state of the union (and speaks rather highly for the taste of the current LOC director), it may be bad news for Ms. Ryan, who’s not much of a joiner. I certainly hope [...]
feline drama in one act
Wednesday 16 July 2008 | I like a cookie
In the midst of an email to Mandarin (who has, inshallah, managed to find a kind hematologist knowledgeable about low ferritin), I heard Pyewacket wailing and carrying on outside. Strange behavior for her, because she’s so fat voluptuous and otherwise uninterested in local politics, especially when it’s this hot; she normally just lolls under the [...]
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hoggify!
Tuesday 15 July 2008 | 2 cookies in the jar
My favorite moment (aside from any time the two falsetto vegan holy men appear to sing backup uncertainly) has long been right after “Oh, liver!” when Cocker, apparently overcome by the thought of organ meat and/or probiotics, FALLS DOWN (or anyway is offscreen for a long moment and then emerges from the bottom of the [...]
in which we consider ourselves warned
Monday 14 July 2008 | 2 cookies in the jar
The last straw During this time you may be much more irritable than usual and snappish with others, even though you cannot consciously recognize what you are angry about. Perhaps the most puzzling effect of this influence is that your irritability and anger seem completely irrational. They may not actually be irrational, but your anger [...]
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post-lyric, an inevitable crash
Monday 14 July 2008 | I like a cookie
Dixon was alive again. Consciousness was upon him before he could get out of the way; not for him the slow, gracious wandering from the halls of sleep, but a summary, forcible ejection. He lay sprawled, too wicked to move, spewed up like a broken spider crab on the tarry shingle of the morning. The [...]
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best thing I’ve read in ages
Sunday 13 July 2008 | 2 cookies in the jar
And yes I know I have posted like three times today. But I’m…I’m…I think I’m bored! Holy crap, I didn’t know I could even still GET bored. Is life with the Brujo really that entertaining? I’ve chain-read all day, one book after another, like potato chips; and though I have not yet eaten Häagen-Dazs straight [...]
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sunday evening dedication going out to miss bovary
Sunday 13 July 2008 | someone left a cookie
SO, YOU FUCKED JOHN DONNE for MJW So, you fucked John Donne. Wasn’t very nice of you. He was betrothed to God, you know, a diet of worms for you! So, you fucked John Keats. He’s got the sickness, you know. You took precautions, you say. So, you fucked him anyway. John Donne, John Keats, [...]
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if
Sunday 13 July 2008 | 6 cookies in the jar
Señor Brujo left yesterday morning for his summer teaching gig, wee Honda packed to the gills with drums, keyboard and cactus paraphernalia. For sustenance, he took a bag of pretzels. He called in the evening from a grotty motel room in T or C, where he’d stopped for the night, to tell me he’d just [...]
friday refrains · aliki barnstone
Saturday 12 July 2008 | 8 cookies in the jar
SKY BURIAL Snowlands Hotel. Before dawn in one of the dormitories David is up first, moving from bed to bed waking us gently. We mount our clanking Flying Pigeon bikes and ride out of town On the dusty road, telling each other our dreams. Traveler’s word is, if a fire’s burning there will be a [...]
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broadband “service” provider 1, unnarrator 0
Thursday 10 July 2008 | someone left a cookie
This pretty much sums up our DSL connection (via thatwesguy).
