“Saint Louis woman,
with her diamond ring
pulls that guy around,
by her apron string…
seems like that gal gotta heart,
like a rock cast in the sea”“on the spirit of Saint Louis ( Read more... )

on “blue ( Read more... )

an open invitation:

i have somehow managed to cook enough from-scratch hammers vegetable soup to feed an army.
(at least the army of the people's republic of cambridge anyway)
please come to my house this week, eat my food, and hang-out with me on the back porch.

trust me, this is good stuff. real good.

"More than at any other time, when I hold a beloved book in my hand my limitations fall from me, my spirit is free. Books are my compensation for the harms of fate. They give me a world for a lost world, and for mortals who have disappointed me, they give me gods."

ahem.

i promise i will fill this journal very shortly with happenings of an
un-trite and un-banal nature. oh i promise. i have had so, so much to say for quite a while now but have said nada. i have held the tongue and pursed the lips and thought oh just you wait, you!but now, at present, i am just here to make one whiny proclamation ( Read more... )

once upon a lifetime ago, in 1997, my parents drove me up to chicago to take an engineering exam for the slim chance i might win a scholarship to boston university. we stayed at the rich suburban hotel where the test was held, along with several hundred other bespeckled, calculator-carrying nerd-dites and their doting parents ( Read more... )

neither here nor there ( Read more... )

Boston Phoenix - Too many DJ's

now if I can just get my name in a byline...

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