I remember when we used to go grocery shopping right after church1. One of the three grocery stores in town was open on Sundays, at least until one in the afternoon. There was a gas station that was open on Sundays, and 7-11 only had truncated hours. All that was left was the hardware store, which apparently did thriving business on Sundays ( Read more... )

I think this story is reasonably good. I mean, considering it was written in under a week, in furtive bursts, constantly looking over my shoulder. There is an older version, but I've cleaned up some embarrassing mistakes now.

The Pogues show on April 18, 1996 was not their best, but I got a hint or two that sosoclever might be as interested in me as I was in her. The next day, I called her and asked her to go to The Magnificent Ambersons' release of Ambersongs with me.


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It's snowing! Not much, but it is quite definitely snowing!

We have a $13 bottle of beer1 in the refrigerator. It is Angry Orchard Strawman . . . and I'm not drinking it right now. Why not? Because it's a thirteen dollar bottle of beer2! I'm afraid I'll finish it and wish I had saved it for tomorrow, or for the next day, or next week ( Read more... )

Nineteen days ago, I wrote to Steppenwolf Theatre to find out what's going on with my play.

I have seven e-mails this morning . . . National Science Foundation, Victoria's Secret, National Science Foundation, National Science Foundation, Land's End, Levenger, Library of Congress, baked beans and Spam.

Where are you, Steppenwolf? I'm waiting!

I remember studying for comps in grad school. We had an enormous reading list, and only about half the material would be relevant, but we wouldn't know which until the day of the test. Everybody else read and re-read everything on the list, met in long, intense study groups, and read and argued about secondary materials. I, on the other hand, ( Read more... )

We have fruit flies in our kitchen ( Read more... )

I doubt anyone is surprised, by now, that I don't exactly consider Republicans irredeemable demons or Democrats unsullied saints. Or vice versa ( Read more... )

I was washing a few dishes when Monkey Girl came out of the bathroom.Me: "Kenneth, what's the frequency?"
Monkey Girl: "It's over nine thousand."
Then she continued out of the room and I finished the dishes.