Sick. Worst is over. Worst came at 3:17 AM, when I woke from a strange dream, covered in the sheen of hallucinatory fever sweat, got out of bed, was struck by the chilly ambient temp of the room, went to get a glass of water, teeth chattering and limbs shaking, figuring: okay, well, dead soon. [...]
The Joyless Deathmarch of Enslaved Machinery
When I went to the sheriff’s office to pick up some documents, I passed the cafe in City Hall. Never seen it before; I’d always thought everyone ate downstairs in the big cafe under the plaza, but the waterfall. (Note to designers of the future: even if the windows face a waterfall, people still know [...]
Permanence for Impermanent Things
Yes: the Permanent Collection of Impermanent Art starts today.
Every so often I dip into 70s radio just to revisit the full horror. Oh, there’s some good stuff. And depending on the mood, you can reevaluate something you once held in Olympian contempt. “Claire,” for example, by Gilbert O’Sullivan. Never mind that his voice [...]
This didn’t turn out like I’d hoped
I hear you: I’ll change the font. And then probably change it again, until we can all agree. I like it, but if it’s a problem, well, I just write this thing. I don’t have to read it. Back to Gill – everyone okay with that, its ooky origins aside? I want something light and [...]
Okay, free money is one thing, but making us sit through a 90-minute presentation on what we have to do to get it – really. And I had to drive there too. Oh, someone will come out to my house for the next step, but I also have to go to a showroom [...]
Sorry! The line-art iphone app is toonPaint. It’s a buck-99. Enjoy. (Ploughing through the comments, gleaning the queries and assertions, and enjoying them, as always. Every day you guys validate, to use the annoying word, my decision to leap to wordpress and add comments. Hope you like it, too – with most sites I view [...]
Something I saw atop the deserted StarTribune Adjunct Structure on the way into work today: a throwback.
See it?
No reason for anyone to take it down, I suppose, unless someone’s worried a rusty strut will snap and send the thing cartwheeling into someone’s chest several floors below. Reminds you how [...]
So the long scrape of March ends, with the insult-to-injury day, the Thirty-First. As if thirty days of March is an insufficient ration. April brings the usual hope, and more: tomorrow I order the new gazebo. Stay tuned for horrors.
The penultimate ration of March had its pleasures; had coffee this morning with a [...]
Challenge: I saw this kid in a Richard Widmark movie. She popped out right away, because I’d seen her in another flick I’ve seen ten times. She had one line. One word. What was it?
What a horrid, horrid day. Looked like this:
You may ask: might there have been a [...]
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