recalled category archives
destashing in the interstices
Thursday 3 July 2008 | 4 cookies in the jar
Th’ dangnab DSL has been in and out, but primarily OUT, since Monday. Bleh! I write this in a rare evanescent blip of pulsating greenness —the technician today pointed out that Tartarus phone lines routinely reach temps of 120º so I suppose we can’t be too outraged by patchy telephony. Maybe tomorrow’s technician will sort [...]
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following the simple instructions
Monday 29 October 2007 | 5 cookies in the jar
Well, the Un remains a big contender in the search engines for seasonal query how to pronounce Samhain. And we’re still #1 for metahemeralism. Other than that, the DreamHost stats show only that the majority of readers have bailed from our mostly neglected, seldom-updated, entirely self-absorbed experience of…a great big enormous nothing, like a jar. [...]
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trying to catch up an old college friend
Friday 21 September 2007 | 4 cookies in the jar
It’s always revelatory to me to see what I leave out, what I choose to include. Maybe not so engrossing for my readers, but here’s the illustrated précis anyway (with most as thumbnails cos I got carried away uploading pictures). And now I betake me back to bed, where the menstrual faeries are slowly and [...]
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rainy day cat
Tuesday 12 June 2007 | someone left a cookie
So leaden I can hardly hold up my widdle head. It rains and rains, in cold silver sheets. I drive slumped over to my appointment with the DBT (four more left), looking through the steering wheel rather than over the top of it. I can barely be bothered to care that the Brujo’s ex will [...]
my strange obsession with gemelli
Saturday 21 April 2007 | I like a cookie
“Gemelli pasta is a kind of pasta in the shape of twisted paired spiral tubes,” per Wiki. It’s also increasingly impossible to find in stores. Annie’s quit making it and the Coppola kind is about eight bucks a box; but fortunately you can still get Albertson’s brand for like 69¢. Why am I so crazy [...]
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reprieve
Thursday 2 November 2006 | 2 cookies in the jar
The Good News: A stay of the executioner’s hand—I showed up at Thompson Prometric, dull mental No. 2 pencils at the ready, only to be told that their computers were refusing to download the GRE (they ain’t the only ones…) so I have to reschedule—on ETS’s dime. Oh no. Anything but that. Oh dear God [...]
driving into the sunrise, part II
(or, it’s 4:30 am on a tuesday)
Wednesday 23 August 2006 | I like a cookie
Then, when I was 13, there was Maman, the first person to teach me by example that emotions were not only acceptable but useful, and most of all essential. That playing like a metronome wasn’t what it was about. That if you touched a keyboard without showing the dark side of your heart, you left [...]
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your guess is as good as ours
Monday 17 July 2006 | I like a cookie
But here’s a guess anyway. First, drugs, because we’re nothing if not deterministic. Our previous cocktail: 80 mg propranalol (Inderal) 37.5 mg venlafaxine (Effexor) 150 mg bupropion (Wellbutrin) 7.5-15 mg mirtazapine (Remeron) plus microscopic PRN sub-doses of buspar (Xanax), though what “PRN” actually translated into was “in the event that Voldemort shows up at my [...]
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megaphasma dentricus, aka giant blog entry
Saturday 15 July 2006 | I like a cookie
Darlings, Maman would have said musingly, there are some things out here that are awfully strange. And one such outlander I did encounter while in South Texas about two years ago. Calpurnia the scrawny kitten was pawing at the sliding glass door with her mouth full of a wriggling lizard or toad or some poor [...]
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auvoir, maman
Friday 7 July 2006 | 10 cookies in the jar
Beloved musician, teacher and mother Katherine B. Sigler died Monday, July 3, 2006, at her home in Pipe Creek, Texas, after a long battle with cancer. She was sixty years old. Katherine was born in Minneapolis, Minnesota, the middle child of John and Marcia Buss, and from a very early age displayed a remarkable aptitude [...]
