1. Both take their coffee black with an ice cube. 2. She spent some time in Alamogordo, New Mexico, while my grandfather was stationed at Holloman back in the ’50s; he was born in Alamogordo back in the ’70s. 3. She scolds me if my hair gets in my eyes or if my sleeve hems cover my hands; he scolds me when I chew my cuticles. Okay, so maybe it’s a stretch. But I’m noting…
My cannas would be at home on another planet, I’m sure of it.
While digging through old photos today to scan into the new scanner I recently introduced to my other electronics (they are getting along swimmingly for now), I found a photo of the boys in my fifth-grade class, their names labeled on the back. And I remembered I went to school with an Elvis. Try and figure out which kid is named after the King: Click the picture to be taken to Flickr to see the…
Yesterday I had a very intense — but mercifully brief — longing for Christmas.
Manfred, via text message: You’re all I think about unless I have to pee. Then I think about that.
I love Memphis but I am tired of flat West Tennessee landscapes. I need drama in my horizons.
Twice now I’ve noticed a yellow tape robot placed somewhere conspicuous in an urban core: Once in Chicago near Millenium Park (left) and once in Portland near Powell’s (right). The Chicago robot, which probably measured a foot or so in length, was spotted around New Year’s Day, 2010, while the Portland robot — much smaller at maybe three inches tall — was spotted just Sunday. I’ve been Googling and Flickring like mad to try…
Well, it took a fucking Herculean effort to get me here, but I am finally in the Midwest, drunk on Chili’s house cabernet and waiting for my second delayed flight of the day to finally actually board. I spent an hour on the tarmac in Memphis during a grumpy little summer storm, and it made me miss my connection to Portland. Fantasmically, they added a flight to Portland (my connection was originally the last one…
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