From the monthly archives: August 2010
Holy smoking crow, that was a day. But which one? I don’t know what day it is. Seriously: today I thought, what, Tuesday? Wednesday? The Fair planes smooth all our usual temporal benchmarks. It’s just Fair time. And that means, as I’ve warned, this is short. Everything has been placed in temporary hiatus until the [...]
It’s a warm night. Could be June; could be July. Except of course it isn’t, and that makes all the difference in the world.
“Summer’s over,” daughter sighed. She was sitting outside with her chin on her forearm, staring into the distance.
“No, it’s not,” I said. Cheerfully. “Summer doesn’t end until after [...]
Sorry, I’m spent, and in a very bad mood continued over from last night by popular demand. I was watching “Who’s Afraid of Virginia Woolf,” thinking “amateurs.” But it’s off to the Fair again. Here’s another crappy pseudo-tilt-shift picture from yesterday:
More Fair stuff throughout the day – just check Twitter. Back [...]
Note: forgot to post the post last night, so today has a bonus Bleat.
I love when the mail delivers something that instantly screams out to be A COLUMN NOW, please. I have a piece due Friday for the National Review, the back-of-the-book cultural “bright” spot usually inhabited by Mark Steyn. You know those scenes [...]
Lately I’ve been FFing through old TV shows I find, looking for things – clues, locations, inadvertent documentaries, horrible old interior design ideas. I don’t actually want to watch the shows, even if there is a certain morbid fascination with the series finale of “Alice.” Life is too short to watch bad TV. But I [...]
We learned why a neighbor’s house had skid-marks on the lawn and a pair of knocked-down trees: while we were away for the weekend, a car thief being chased by the police had shot through the neighborhood, missed a turn, smacked into a parked car, went up on a hill, flipped the car – and [...]
The tide pounded us back, but we struggled into the heaving waves, tossed back on the hard shore, rising, struggling forward again. With a mighty effort I picked up the raft and hurled it forward and climbed aboard, thinking I might be safe – and just as grabbed for a hand-hold the highest wave hit, [...]
Hectic and pell-mell, the day; the blogging, the videos, three interviews, karate lesson with daughter, and now the house is full of womenfolk playing bunco. Up early tomorrow to sign a passel of unintelligible financial documents for the refi. I am spent, so it’s mostly links.
But there was something fun after dinner. A neighbor [...]
Cool, cloudy day. Couldn’t get the brain to play along, and the day was just a smear or work – until it wasn’t, and then I roused the child from her machinery and told her we were off on errands. The bank. Target. Piano.
“All together?” she moaned.
“No, sequentially.”
“What does that mean?
“One [...]
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