Whenever the room temperature drops anywhere near 72 degrees Farenheit or below, as it did yesterday, because — despite the beautifully mild temperature outside — the air conditioner was left on all day, the middle-aged ladies in the newsroom dig deep into their filing cabinets and bring forth great heaping masses of wool to wrap around their torsos. Some put on gloves. Some wear knit hats. Then they flit from desk to desk, making conversation…
It seems like spare moments have been squeezed out of this week altogether. Monday I had planned to do some trip preparation in anticipation of my sojourn to M’boro/Nashville this coming weekend, but I got called in to work. Since then it’s been all work, all the time, pretty much. I can’t wait to see everybody, though. It’s been too long since we all got together. The best part about the MT-Vandy game will be…
This apartment is carnival of home-repair nightmares. Saturday night I stumbled to bed at 4:30 a.m. and stepped in something wet at the top of the stairs. Repulsed and imagining it was either cat pee or vomit, I flicked on the light and saw that it was water, dripping from the ceiling. It had been raining all day, so I figured that it was just a random leak. But it was dripping from a softball-sized…
Things have been a bit less tense here today, since Rita petered out a bit and smacked the coast up but didn’t do the widespread catastrophic damage we all feared, though I’m not sure about the death toll so far. If I was from New Orleans and had been evacuated to Houston, and then evacuated elsewhere to flee Rita, I would feel like God had a beef with me personally. What’s scary is that hurricane…
(AP photo from Pascagoula, Miss.) Even here, the sunset was menacing tonight. Like the horizon was moody and frowning. If you’re so inclined, say a prayer for those in Rita’s path. If you’re not so inclined, do it anyway. It can’t hurt.
I can’t wait for “Extras,” the new Ricky Gervais/Stephen Merchant comedy on HBO. But I don’t have HBO, so I guess I will have to wait a few months for it to come out on DVD. In “Extras,” Gervais plays Andy Millman, a luckless actor trying desperately to move from anonymous extra to a character with actual dialogue. His biggest problem? A knack for saying the wrong thing at the wrong time. His inept agent,…
I’m going to risk harming my amateur-poetry karma by hating on this, the worst poem ever, written by David.the.Poet, the anti-feminism movement’s poet laureate, apparently. What do Womyn Want? What do womyn really want the world of men would like to know for the feminine gender often contradict themselves by saying one thing while doing another To many men a womyn is a mysterious creature a goddess from another planet unfathomable by their shallow minds…
Apparently Hustle & Flow star Taryn Manning (she played the white prostitute with the head full of tiny braids) was on that JetBlue flight that made a precarious landing the other night. I was in the newsroom at the time, glued to the TV as the plane circled the airport. It felt rude to watch those people in what could have turned out to be their final moments, but I couldn’t turn away. We just…
You never really see news about ferrets. So this story is unusual. This poor student just wants to keep her ferret with her at school because it helps her control her PTSD! But the school doesn’t think the girl’s disorder qualifies as a disability that would allow for this kind of animal helper. And “the school expresses concerns over health and safety issues, and the possibility the ferret may hurt someone.” OK, I understand not…
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