east texas category archives
throat-clearing
Saturday 9 May 2009 | 9 cookies in the jar
And if you don’t want to hang around for the sound check, no one would blame you a bit. It’s just that, classes being officially over (though I haven’t read or graded my students’ final papers yet), I have a bit of free time to, you know, brood copiously and spangle your feedreader with pretty [...]
is this thing still on? or, my marxist-feminist dialectic brings all the boys to the yard; or, 25 cosas más aléatoires
Tuesday 10 February 2009 | 11 cookies in the jar
1. None of these will be in any particular order, so you can just park that linear, sequential part of your brain for the time being. Keep calm and carry on! 2. It turns out that Valium, when cautiously abused as a muscle relaxant, is really great for back spasms. Holy BENZO is it great. [...]
lability upgraded to full-bore snuffling
Sunday 7 December 2008 | 3 cookies in the jar
First I read a story by Alice Munro via Repat, who apparently wanted me to break down like a little hiccupping baby. All you really need to know about this story can be found in its keywords, thoughtfully compiled by the New Yorker. Marriage; Senility; Canada; Rest Homes; Old Age; Husbands; Love Affairs. Now I’m [...]
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all your republican base are belong to us
Friday 7 November 2008 | I like a cookie
My favorite election story, still, as the hours pass and I savor each one. So a canvasser goes to a woman’s door in Washington, Pennsylvania. Knocks. Woman answers. Knocker asks who she’s planning to vote for. She isn’t sure, has to ask her husband who she’s voting for. Husband is off in another room watching [...]
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hasty pudding
Monday 17 March 2008 | someone left a cookie
• We approach our 700th post! But at a snail’s pace, anticlimactically. • The Brujo and I returned from Texas on Thursday night. Since then he has been either 1) in the field or 2) holed up in his study writing his contributions to the Alt Weekly’s annual guide to Santa Fe. When I see [...]
vignettes of violence
Saturday 12 May 2007 | I like a cookie
You know those days where you just don’t understand anything in the world? So about a week ago, that beloved malapropism-in-newsprint the Santa Fe New Mexican ran a bone-rattlingly horrific story about a guy who knocked over his pregnant girlfriend with his pickup truck. He’d partially succeeded in running her over when a stranger tried [...]
east texas in march
Tuesday 27 March 2007 | I like a cookie
party-crashing menstrual faeries
Tuesday 12 December 2006 | someone left a cookie
As I dine tonight off the appropriately incarnadine cherry pie (deemed not pretty enough for landlords), I am relieved to be able to explain the last few posts by noting that the menstrual faeries saw fit to arrive a full four days early. This is dual cause for celebration; not only am I off the [...]
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friday refrain · mes parents, encore
Friday 8 December 2006 | I like a cookie
THE SINGING-WOMAN FROM THE WOOD’S EDGE What should I be but a prophet and a liar, Whose mother was a leprechaun, whose father was a friar? Teethed on a crucifix and cradled under water, What should I be but the fiend’s god-daughter? And who should be my playmates but the adder and the frog, That [...]
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tori still understands, part II
Friday 8 December 2006 | I like a cookie
First your Unnarrator, excerpted from some correspondence: Dad is working in a music store and loves it, mostly I think because he gets discounts on equipment and has a great opportunity to flog his CD (which I’m sorry to say is endearingly cheesy, with that Casio drum-sound in the background). Mom is working like crazy [...]
