There is no reason for me to be posting today. I have nothing to say that passes blogmuster, really. I might go ahead, though, and let everyone know that I have given up coffee. I had to, for caffeine in moderate to high amounts turns my intenstine into a burning track of kerosene. Yes, I have the "chick disease" known as IBS. I drink a cup of tea ( Read more... )

As the freezing rain beats down and the great hoary Bono of the Midwest cries out into the howling night, I've been holing up in The Texas 60s Music Refugewith a pot of stew full of potatoes that won't never get soft and a twelvepack of Grolsch lager ( Read more... )

As someone who prepares and eats french toast and pancakes, with the occasional Belgian waffle-cake, on a regular basis, I am perplexed by not only the scarcity of true maple syrup but by the utter lack of maple-syrup flavored syrups in the syrup section. Log Cabin, Aunt Jemima, Hungry Jack...why, these are merely different names for corn or karo ( Read more... )

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Thinking up possible reasons for why I immediately grew back my beard after shaving it was much harder than thinking up reasons for why I shaved it. Why I grew it in the first place, back in September, for the sixth-or-so time, is beyond the scope of psychology ( Read more... )

I'm committing, albeit halfheartedly (and halfassedly) to updating this yellowing canvas of tripe and folderol, so from now on, things like the following entry you will see.

Advice for Recently De-bearded Men: 10 Replies to the Question, "Why did you shave your beard, (your name here)?":1. Ehhh, I felt like destroying something beautiful ( Read more... )

I needed to have a whisky first ( Read more... )

Nevermind this entry, I'm going to read.

I'm listening to Our Endless Numbered Days, the new album by Iron & Wine, and I am finding the music as essential as blood, as getting in bed when there's nothing more to be done and closing your eyes and letting it come. I'm listening to the music and my cat is yowling by the window, or he is putting his paw on my shoulder and startling me because ( Read more... )

This is one of those things I want to send to everyone I know, but because I feel compelled these days to leave my poor, beloved, quasi-conservative siblings alone, and because I would be preaching to the choir were I to send it to any of my friends (assuming a stony, non-receptive choir), I am going to publish it here, where no one will read it ( Read more... )