Hey, folks. Well, this year is nearly out. Only a couple days and this debacle known as 2017 will wrap. Back from holidays spent in the great Midwest, and I’m cleaning out my junk drawers, literal and figurative. Here’s a little post from September that I never completed.
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This post is ostensibly about autumn. I may get around to the writing advice portion of the show, but there are no guarantees. Autumn is unpredicatable that way, which is quite central to my thesis. Read more “Junk Drawer, Autumn, Indiscretion, Modes of Transport, Butterflies”
The yogurt parfait as it is commonly sold now offers the advantage of pairing smooth and crunchy, dry and wet, as you do with these two items normally sold in far-removed aisles of the grocery store and sequestered separately, at home, like forbidden lovers, in a high Montague cupboard and cool Capulet refrigerator. Read more “Parfait”
Went to the Minnesota State Fair today. Minnesota’s State Fair is one of the largest in the country, perhaps the largest. Many people from out of state remark on it; they often know it by reputation and speak admiringly of it, while at the same time drawing you into the fact that their own state’s fair is paltry, as if the grandiloquence of Minnesota’s were at fault. As if it were using up all available fair magnitude. Read more “The Fair”
Homeownership promised to be an education: in repairs, in responsibility, in acclimatization to the guillotine of massive debt. An unexpected outcome, though, has been acquiring an appreciation for what inspired Beatrix Potter, E.B. White and other children’s authors to write stories of the common critters that live in yards and their purlieus—animals with names, personalities, families, conflicts, and crises. Read more “Animals in the Yard”