Archive for June 2008
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Gazpacho. I’m mad for the stuff. Cold vegetable soup might not be your bag, and if this is the case, back out now and I’ll regale you with my usual non-recipe ravings shortly. If you’ve not had it and are curious, or have had it and are mad for it yourself, keep reading! There are…
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Right now, my browser has three Wikipedia tabs open: Sigue Sigue Sputnik Cotillion Leslie, Austin’s most famous vagrant cross-dresser I am nothing if not an eclectic gal. The photo above is from about the time that I started attending Cotillion training in Phoenix. I wore white gloves, learned how to converse in high-brow small talk…
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So, there was a reason that I have been decluttering my home workspace. I am generally not the sort to go the extra organizational mile without major motivation. I quit one of my university jobs today, in preparation for becoming the Media and Communications Specialist for a non-profit for which I used to work last year (but in…
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My father was a complicated man and a difficult human at times to love. Recently, my sister A and I had an epic online conversation about our dad. Much of it is a little too raw to reprint here, especially as we approach the soft-focus la-la Father’s Day. But here’s an excerpt I think he…
Read Moreno one can explain it, even by goggling
New word alert: Can someone explain hambox, please. Never heard the expression before. I didn’t find anything by Goggling! — A confused member of a message thread on flickr Eternal thanks to US Magazine’s subscription department, who mangled my last name those twenty years ago. When Haycox became Hambox, comedy alchemy was performed. The nickname…
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So something may have happened in yoga class last night. I’m not pointing, nor flexing, any fingers at anyone, but I got hurt. In the head-al region. At the time of the alleged injury, I was in a headstand. I felt a little toing, a little odd shift of the muscles in the back of…
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Photo: Piano crunch by Olivander. [click on the picture to read another story about a piano] I spent a good part of the weekend being all swoony and wistful and soundtracking my frame of mind with my favorite piano music. Echoey, lovely, sad. Erik Satie. Scott Joplin, as played by the wonderful Alexander Peskanov. Chopin.…
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