I wish I could write erotic poetry about laundry day like Erica Jong does: This is the dirty laundry poem— because we have traveled from town to town accumulating soiled linen & sweaty shirts & blue-jeans caked & clotted with our juice & teeshirts crumpled by our gloriously messy passion & underwear made stiff by all our joy. No, my laundry poetry would sound a little more like This shirt, perfectly clean has been kicked…
Luke has started talking, and one of his favorite things to say is, “Awwww, man!” I am told that he also says this at the end of grace. Close enough! [Project 365]
There is something very Frankensteinian about the color of these blooms that I like very much. [Project 365]
I went to the Cove and completely unexpectedly meet a ton of Twitter friends and we drank and guffawed loudly at Supervixens while others sketched the model nearby. Flippin’ awesome. [Project 365]
On a tip, I found a super-secret swimming hole today in which to wile* away my summer afternoons. This is good. I’ve been sleeping too much (when I haven’t been sleeping enough). It’s time to get out in the sunshine. To let the light in. So much to talk about, but nothing to say. Waves and waves of pain and disappointment have hit several of the people around me lately, and I’ve been left each…
I do believe The CA will be giving this feisty little dude — another of Shane McDermott’s Newsbots — away. I’ll post details when I get them. Become a fan of The CA on Facebook and you’re eligible to win! Hopefully the lucky winner will place him in front of an airbrushed portrait of a screaming bald eagle*. * I may or may not have already used that joke in real life. [Project 365]
This? Is just ridiculous. To be fair, I did drink orange juice. With champagne. But that still counts. [Project 365]
This may be my biggest cop-out yet, but I was tiiiiiirrrreeeeddd! [Project 365
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