Yeah, I know, I'm all politics lately. But I think the hysteria about illegal immigration might be JUST A BIT out of control in this state. Today at the doctor's office I was handed a purple sheet of paper that informed me that the office was required by law to inform the state government of my race and ethnicity ( Read more... )

Kind of worried about you Atlanta folks. Everybody all right? It looks like a hurricane hit down there.

You know what's getting on my nerves? People calling the protests against universal health care "tea parties." The Boston one was a protest against a corporate tax subsidy by people who didn't get a vote on it. Nobody ever protests that kind of thing in America, and it happens all the time. You do have a vote, but it won't make much difference ( Read more... )

I came home tonight ready to fire off an email blowing the Lemon up for airily discussing my shortcomings on the internet. Only I checked my mail first, and found that somebody in East Atlanta had sent me two jars of gorgeous homemade spiced peach jam ( Read more... )

I know I haven't been writing much. Things have been a bit rough, and I am not a person who writes when things are rough. So I'm going to write something totally frivolous that'll cheer me up.

Here is my impression of a writers' meeting for True Blood.

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Thank you for the one-liners, Mr. Hughes. I always wanted to meet you.

There is a singer on the lawn whom I'm afraid is going to play Every Rose Has Its Thorn any minute now. He has been singing a medley of various people's greatest hits for two hours now, and while he sounded nice on the Van Morrison and more or less pulled off Folsom Prison Blues by just going ahead and imitating Johnny Cash, he has made every ( Read more... )

The Lemon already blogged about the loss of our old dog Cicely. I am going to miss that dog. It was me who brought her home as an obnoxious puppy, but she was in the end more or less Mom and Dad's familiar.

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This. Right under our feet. There are tentacles involved.

It is a bizarre night. Gmail popped up "Michael Jackson dead at 50," and someone is having a screaming match in the hall. I am going to sit here and sing "Billie Jean" under my breath and try not to hear.

I'm off to see if "Thriller" is on YouTube. Laugh if you want; when I was eleven he was the coolest thing on earth.

The lightning bugs are back.

They disappeared during the drought, and to my shame I didn't realize it. Then last year during a visit to my uncle in Michigan I saw his Ann Arbor yard come alive with little glimmers and realized I hadn't seen one in a long time. One of the nice things about this last weekend was watching thegeneral and holleyberry's little girls ( Read more... )