March 2011
17 posts
Our Neighborhood →
So the long scrape of March ends, with the insult-to-injury day, the Thirty-First. As if thirty days of March is an insufficient ration. April brings the usual hope, and more: tomorrow I order the…
A Tin Fig, Given →
Several times today I’ve removed my jacket while wearing earbuds. Some sort of static electrical charge is generated by the motion of my arms through the sleeves, and it goes right up the wires…
Thiiiis close →
Looks like I’ll finish it this weekend, all right: completed the big slam-bang action chapter last night, and it was grand; I was exhausted when it was done, sore in the shoulders from tensing up…
That Tom Cruise Interface →
As noted, this is a sorta-kinda hiatus week, as I am taking some time off from work, kid’s out of school, and I am finishing the novel this week. Today’s brief note: I was sitting in a doctor’s…
The Pentagon Papers →
Seen at a gas station today. Liberty, perhaps, to go overboard on typefaces:
Hahahahah! I didn’t have to have my wisdom teeth out after all!
Well, not exactly. I did. Years ago. Glad…
The Primer Squiggle →
Total lazybones mood continues; I blame the Healing Process. And I am healing nicely, aside from various irritations. The vicious cycle of oral discomfort: it would all go away on its own much…
Dancing about architecture →
I just feel like doing nothing. No, it’s not the Vicodin; I stopped that. It was boring. Two of the little things and I was just a congealed person-thing who sat and poked at the keyboard and looked…
It’s just fine →
It’s not that bad. Really! And all the vicodin wore off, too. (Replaced by plain old ibuprofin.) I rose, did not have coffee, did not have breakfast, took a small pill. It’s the year 2525! Went…
No Laurel For You →
Fine weekend, with a rich and zesty blend of work and less-that-work and hardly-work-at-all. Redesigned the main index page, the Institute of Official Cheer (simplified it; not up yet) and started…
BTL FTW →
One of the reasons I like living in cities: real watering holes. Not chain boozeries or nightclubs tucked in strip malls, but a real genuine bar in an old building in an old part of town. I feel…
Solid, Jackson →
The snowbank by my daughter’s karate school: yes. Substantial.
A small today will yield a large tomorrow. All the updates – minus a Diner, alas – pile up like logs borne down a raging…
Ouch, con’t →
Written at the doctor’s joint:
At the office for a consultation. After this we will set up a date for The Procedure, as it’s called. I prefer to call it an Extraction Interlude during…
First Affirmative →
A quiet evening at home with only the dull silent roar of my back molar to interrupt the heart-salving balm of domestic joy. I think that was the problem with the chap in the Munch painting, “The…
Stressure →
Target parking lot, Saturday:
Sigh.
That was Saturday: errands. Sunday: I fixed the back door, so the wind no longer grabs it and bangs it against the side of the house. During one…
From Shinola →
Well, today was better, in the sense that the 37th blow of the whip on your back is better than the third. (The first is a shock, the second makes you consider that the first was not an anomaly, and…
X →
Challenge: I saw this kid in a Richard Widmark movie. She popped out right away, because I’d seen her in another flick I’ve seen ten times. She had one line. One word. What was it?
What…
Whadda Maroon →
Happy March, the month that sounds like a cry ripped from a red raw throat. MAAAARRRRCH. The world:
It’s the point in the year where you slip and fall into the snow and the snow makes you…
