Walking my dog today, while feeling especially weighed down by impossible questions, I slipped back into a mode I haven’t much occupied in recent years: what can only be called prayer.
If asked to explain my faith, I could only tell you, entirely in earnest, that it is first and foremost inexplicable. (Because it’s faith.) And [...]
Folks, at the end of this month we will be, I’m afraid, moving.
Granted, it will only be next door, to a house owned by the same landlord (with marginally more room, so finally the girls will have separate rooms and, therefore, can hopefully avoid killing each other), so there will be no specific inconvenience or [...]
As anyone following me on Twitter will be all too keenly aware, I’ve been listening to an awful lot of The National lately.
So, I’ll understand if no one believes me, that the title of this post actually didn’t start out as a reference to Daughters Of the SoHo Riots, a track from their 2005 [...]
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Blurred portrait of my father with Edgar Allen Poe action figure in foreground, April 10, 2005, Ashland Coffee & Tea. Click through to image as hosted on Flickr for further notes.
I have mixed feelings concerning writing about him, as well as not writing about him, beyond fragments sometimes embedded in photographs, infrequently shared.
Whatever. He’s [...]
Some teenagers would kill to go to a Lamb of God show - never mind the luxury of VIP access and such, since we’re friends of the band members, in particular, vocalist Randy Blythe (as discussed recently) and guitarist Mark Morton (whom my husband has known since the seventies, and I’ve known since 1990). Here’s [...]
Tonight, I received an extraordinarily strange inquiry, via myspace (of all avenues):
My first reaction was to laugh. Really, I mean, what the hell was this dude talking about? And I posted this to Twitter:
Actual email rec’d: “I’m researching the ‘memory eraser’ drug propranolol & came across your comments.” Uh, WHAT comments? I can’t remember!
And really, [...]
From my pal D. Randall Blythe:
I am sitting outside in Paris @ cafe Les Deux Magots (waaaaay Hemingway!) having an espresso and getting ready to walk over to Gertrude Stein and Alice Toklas’ house, then on to where Joyce wrote a good part of Ulysses. There’s your geek stuff for the day. XO, DRB
Can I [...]
With Lee, some lake in Minnesota, August 1994. Click through to image on Flickr for explanatory notes.
Longtime readers (in my various blog incarnations) will be familiar with the name of “Lee,” the woman with whom I spent four years in hell Minnesota1. More recent readers can still access some of the backstory here; old entries [...]
The quality of television programming available as workout accompaniment at our local gym ranges from trite and inane to offensive and enraging. (For which reason I have learned not to go at the 7 PM hour. I always get stuck at the Lou Dobbs treadmill.) Which is why I bring my iPod along and groove [...]