Monthly Archives: January 2011

Listening to music which is associated, indelibly, with the sound of an empty restaurant, a kitchen prepping for dinner, and the smoke of menthol cigarettes in the back room. I listen to it, and I am back there, a place … Continue reading →

I know, I do that a lot. On the other hand, this time, it’s about specific books. First, The Last Little Blue Envelope, which I read in galley thanks to my delightful co-worker. Second, Nightspell, which I got from the … Continue reading →

And I hear it was, for some people. Not that I’m complaining, mind you. The sky was so blue, and the air was so clear. (The sidewalk was so not shoveled.) Which was a week ago. I’m very good at … Continue reading →

Which about covers it. No communication. It might be a sign of something having gone wrong when one resorts to reading the instant ramen reviews on Amazon. Or something gone horribly, horribly right. This is the future. … And a … Continue reading →

And other thoughts about not having a car. I get motion-sick on buses, most of the time, so … I walk, instead. Not always. Sometimes it’s better to ride. Sometimes it’s raining. But walking the miles to my studio, in … Continue reading →

But there are bags of frozen vegetables waiting to make January less grim, and February less pointed. I had such grand plans for today – I was going to finish printing on red paper, and cut and fold and maybe … Continue reading →

A bit of change, as an experiment: words with no pictures. It’s been a while. I’ve been thinking about the Three Stooges and the sidekick in Singin’ In The Rain the last couple of days. As I get older, I … Continue reading →