Oh thou world of compartmentalized, controlled depictions of life ( Read more... )

From the first time I heard her speak, I knew what I wanted.

I haven't heard much from her lately, but the other day, I found out I wasn't the only one.

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So, I just spent half an hour pulling and shaving play-doh off of a Dijon mustard jar, née vinegar and baking soda volcano that had been sitting on my dresser for years and years before being shoved into the drawer that I just spread the contents of all over my bed. The bottom of the jar had been covered in green, perhaps to evoke a grassy ( Read more... )

I heard a bird keening into the night. I went in search of it, as I had the last time I heard it. I don't know what I expected. In the dark, every rabbit's white tail-flash as it hopped away, every splash of some unseen aquatic bird fleeing from me into the lake, every rustle of leaves in the woods beside the road made me jump. Perhaps I was ( Read more... )

I'm shouting at George Clooney, "I'm an accomplice!"

And then, he says, "You're a manic-depressive!"

And then I went to Milwaukee.

If you're headed down to your local church for a Hallelujah Night celebration this October thirty-first, then take heed of these ideas for a costume contest win of biblical proportions ( Read more... )

I'm goin' to the National Storytelling Festival this weekend, in Jonesboro, TN. Nomi's the only one here who I'm sure has been, so hi2u. I'll probably only be there for the stories on Saturday, as there's some work needs to be done on the family farm that pops and I are stayin' at this weekend. Anyway, though, perhaps we'll see each other if any of ( Read more... )

Laughing at funerals isn't the worst of it
Being glad there's no draft isn't either
Sitting here, waiting for something to happen
When there are so many things that should be done

All around the world.

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I just made a gumbo-type thing with Tyler's dad's tomatoes and my grandfather's red and green peppers, okra, and Uncle Ben's brown rice and some chicken's flesh. It was spectacular, even better than the gumbos in Louisiana and Mississippi, though their stocks and roux might have been more authentic. What all those gumbos lacked was okra. I don't ( Read more... )