In which I write a post about fucking JARS because clearly I want to die alone. I’m sure you’ve heard me praise the cuppow, which is merely a piece of plastic that turns a jar into a go-cup: And you’ve probably seen my Mason jar pinterest board (which exists because I’m a fucking ‘tard). I […]
In which I’m glad to be back at work where it’s quiet. On Friday, my maternal grandmother turned 90. The entire family descended upon the house to celebrate. This is many, but by no means all, of them: (I appear to be related to a bunch of white people.) (This never ceases to surprise me, […]
In which there’s sunshine and horse chestnuts in the alley behind the house. The full saddlebags make my bike’s shadow look like a monster! Rrrrrr!
In which I no longer have any choice but to self-identify as middle-aged. I’ll be 44 on the 29th of this month. I feel mature, but I do not feel like an adult… whatever that means. I still feel like an idiot high school kid every time I’m startled awake by an alarm clock. I […]
In which there’s a trip to Spokane to play Knitting Factory, a really huge venue with a green room and private dressing rooms and a VIP lounge and everything. There was zero knitting. I made thirty bucks.
In which I spend too much goddamned time with the band. The Ilwaco blues & seafood festival booked us on Friday night this year, so I took the day off from work and was standing, dressed and packed, on the front porch at nine-thirty in the morning as I’d been asked. Rob didn’t bother showing […]
What is wanted is deep inner life. Silence the bubbling thoughts. Keep the mind cool and calm. Open yourself to higher spiritual consciousness. Feel the Divine Presence and Divine Guidance. Fix your mind at the lotus feet of the Lord. Become like a child. Speak to Him freely. Become absolutely candid, do not hide your […]
In which I question the assumptions. I just listened to a piece on NPR about a new Bollywood movie. The leading lady is quite hot, apparently, but can’t act her way out of a paper bag. She’s a porn actress. She was cast entirely for the titillation. Indian movies are heavily censored. Bollywood was only […]
In which I read and respond to some spam, because that’s totally normal and useful, right? The following diatribe was on the server this morning. I have no idea why I even looked at it, but I did, and it sums up all of the problems I have with conservatives. First of all, it’s wrongly […]
In which I go on and on about a boring topic. Most of my waking life is spent at work, and so it’s a topic pretty high up in my awareness. Whenever I think of composing a post lately, it starts with the topic of work and devolves into a rant I’ve already written a […]
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