Truly, Hound is a noble beast. Kevin’s friend Ana is a Thai chef, and she grows her own peppers in pots for the sauce she makes. When she found out that Kevin’s new wife was a gardener, she brought me one dried pepper. I split it open and started the seeds, since you’re supposed to […]
Monthly Archives: August 2016
People ask if gardening is hard but that’s not the problem the problem is it’s easy and it really ought to be impossible. What is this putting stuff in dirt and expecting to get food back what are you, a communist? You bought a bag of cowpeas not even a proper seed packet with a […]
Other weirdness–they wrote their insult on a print-out of an author website with my bibliography. On both sides of the paper. Because…uh…I guess they needed to fit in Jackalope Wives and a couple of Digger volumes on the back for…maximum…offensiveness…? For those of a curious bent, the crushing insult delivered with such care was “Your […]
Irish. I am told it is called Irish, not Gaelic, even if the linguists call it Irish Gaelic, because it’s Irish, goddammit. Noted. The song my grandmother used to sing was a terribly mangled version of Did Your Mother Come From Ireland? Grandma liked Bing Crosby. The fact that I have now both kissed the […]
I have returned safely from the Emerald Isle, and holy crap, I don’t even know what to say, but being me, I will now expend a pile of words to say it. First, there’s the color. To call Ireland green is to commit glaring sins of omission. It is the sort of green reserved for […]
Hound ate my white chocolate baguette and then had the nerve to act like she was starving. *grumble* But true love is ordering your wife a pizza remotely from across the country because you have the app and presets already installed and she is still moving through the stages of baguette grief. The travel app […]
I dreamed last night that I was back in high school and of course there was an enormous science project that I had to do in a class that I only vaguely remembered. I was in the class and everyone was discussing what sort of project to do–chromatography of various liquids or determining whether some […]
Someday I hope to travel without a week of sickening dread that I will do something egregiously wrong in the process. I figure if I can just do it ENOUGH I will come to accept it as a grand adventure, instead of a labyrinth of half-understood public transit options punctuated by moments of breathtaking scenery. […]
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