January 2012
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December 2011
14 posts
nora borealis: THINGS THAT ARE GOING TO DRIVE ME... →
noraborealis:
people who say “i wrote a blog” when they mean that they wrote a blog post.
the words “hehe” typed by adults. it’s haha.
open-faced sandwiches. ugh. give me two fucking pieces of bread.
sweaty armpits and cold hands. get it together, body temperature.
the use of hashtags in facebook…
Making mental note to avoid Nora’s desk at work to tell her about my blog....
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Lucky Dog.
If I could only find something to pack this in, someone is going to find this in their mailbox.
Circa 1936 from the collection of the incomparable Uncle Billy. It’s time to let it go.
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Emotional Contagion
The name for my new band. Don’t steal it.
Seriously, that’s a real scientific term which I heard about on an NPR article on Science Friday.
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Errol Morris Interviews Stephen King - NYTimes.com →
Could a mash-up get any better? Errol Morris + Stephen King = worlds colliding.
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November 2011
2 posts
October 2011
2 posts
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You're never too old to miss your mother.
One thousand and ninety five days. You finally stop dialing her phone number to see if she still hates George W. Bush. Or ask her if she’s going to enter the State Fair Art show again. Or see if she wants to meet at The Modern for dinner. Or how about another trip? Just the girls again. You hear that Paris is pretty nice in the fall. Or tell her you’re sorry for all the stupid...
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September 2011
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August 2011
7 posts
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Jerry Lieber, RiP
Jerry Lieber, lyricist, died today. He was 78. He and composer, Mike Stoller, wrote big hits for Elvis, the Drifters among others. Remember, “Hound Dog?” Well, they wrote it for Big mama Thornton and her 1953 rendition simply knocks Elvis on his ass.
I do love this little excerpt from the NY Times obit:
“The earlier market of swing and Frank Sinatra and Peggy Lee and Duke ...
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July 2011
14 posts
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Family matters.
from “Delta Wedding” by Eudora Welty:
“These cousins were the sensations of life and they knew it. Things waited for them to appear, laughing to one another and amazed, in order to happen. They were forever, by luck or intuition, opening doors, discovering things, little or cherished things, running pell-mell down the stairs to meet people, ready to depart for vague and...
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Tomi Ungerer. Mischief maker.
Still making beautiful illustrations and hopefully still playing tricks. Tomi will be 80 in November so Phaidon Press recently reissued some of his children’s books and the Eric Carle Museum of Picture Book Art in Amherst, Mass., just opened a retrospective, “Tomi Ungerer: Chronicler of the Absurd.”
His illustrations for “Flat Stanley” remain some of my favorites. I...
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Why I love The Husband, Reason #42. He's...
He wrote a letter to the Star Tribune today:
Letter to Editor: Your July 13 letter of the day was a real pip. In it Reverend Tollefson used the analogy of a potluck dinner as a way to explain the complicated issues behind the state shutdown. If the Republicans run the potluck, the rich, of course, get the most. When the Democrats do, the poor get the most and the rich get nothing. Really?...
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The Husband wrote an anniversary poem.
SONNET THIRTY-SEVEN For Margaret, July 6, 2011
You are always with me, Margaret, I see you everywhere,
In shoes left in every room, in that pile of underwear,
In books bought and never read, in the things around the house,
The pot upon the stove for days, the chair that wears your blouse.
Like a pebble underfoot, both the burr beneath and saddle,
You irritate, exacerbate, and set my nerves a...
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June 2011
10 posts
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