Archive for May 2008
dear diary: I actually got some sh*t done this weekend!
I am a wind-sprinter — I can be dormant and lazy for a long stretch, then bust out with insane amounts of productivity. Let’s just say I work very well under deadline pressure. This was the weekend I got sh*t done in my home, for once! My living room before was passably put together, but…
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My Uncle Joe died this afternoon. A life-long sheriff throughout a number of small midwestern towns. Tall, carved wrinkles and a voice that rumbled from below his belt, He was my mom’s oldest brother. She called him Punk. He tied his own flies and told remarkable fish stories. A handsome man, whose stuffing was coming…
Read Moreto give you my love
As you can see, I posted for (almost) a week straight (with the exception of Friday — an awful, shit-soup of a day). This is a present to Darling Andrew, who complained that there wasn’t enough hamblog — more hamblog for the masses! — and what could I do but oblige him, as he is…
Read Morea [n inevitable?] mac post
I am a master procrastinator and kind of a career poor person, but one thing I invest in on a regular basis is a computer. I can’t not, as I have always freelanced and planned obsolescence makes me feel as though I’m trying to compute with a potato — an agonizingly slow potato — after…
Read Morescience is magic
To me, science, like Spanish-language television, is a candy store at which I can only behold from afar, my nose pressed up against the glass that separates me and the wondrous treats inside. I think that glass may be made of math and dylexia dyslexia. Even though I work in two science departments, and like…
Read Moreom shanti om yeah
Recent moments at yoga class: A lady of indeterminate age and nationality, a modern-day Zsa Zsa, begged off from doing a headstand because her “head, it’s noomb.” The teacher, alarmed, asked why could that be? “Oh, it’s just from my faceleeft!” Later in the class, she farted vigorously. She just smiled and said “OOPsie!” After…
Read Morescathing indictments of summer festivals
Summer festival season approaches, and I greet it with equal parts twittering anticipation and cringing dread. I adore county and state fairs with a passion equal to my loathing for Burning Man and Renaissance Faires. Civil War Reenactments? Love. A circle of humans, drumming? Haaaate. I will let other, more deft people articulate my bad…
Read Morea poem by my 5 year old great nephew
HOT DOGS Hot dogs are hot or warm Hot dogs are dead pigs or turkeys Hot dogs are healthy for you Hot dogs are red Some hot dogs are red with white spots Hot dogs are great for dinner or lunch You could eat the red part by itself with no bun or you could…
Read Morenesting dolls of dreams
Last night I dreamt that a friend of mine exhibited behavior very much unlike his real self (real friend: healthy-living grownup; dream friend: crazed coke fiend.) I then dreamt that I woke up, went to work, and described the dream to a workmate. Then I really woke up and went to work. The above-mentioned workmake…
Read Morea sunny spring day
That’s me in the middle and that’s my mom right behind. It was my seventh birthday party. Thanks for throwing one hell of a party, mumsy. I miss you. More pictures of the Unsinkable Maggie: Related momlinks: why do you flip and give me a skip each time grave-y undead again thank you mudda thank…
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