Mom sent me a CD full of pictures she’d like to have printed at Costco. They need to be cropped to fit her frames, and that’s beyond her limited desire to learn about photo editing. I am happy do these things for her. But if she intended to take credit for at least meeting me [...]
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On the train to Agra, we stalled. A street woman wandered into the train yard and emptied her bowels on the tracks adjacent. My side of the train drew front row. Before I knew I shouldn’t, I gave a quarter to a little girl on a mountainside in Peru for serving me a cola. The [...]
Smoke, Baby
The milk project was going well till the drip bag fell straight into the cup. Splash. Moving onto smoke.
To Bed
In a mild fit of insanity, D-man and I hopped a bus out to the sticks (aka St. Laurent) and bought a king-sized bed this past weekend. First blush might leave to you think it was on impulse; in fact, we’ve been planning to buy one since about three weeks after we bought the last [...]
Bradbury
Oh, crushing sky. Nobody ever gets that reference; it’s from Fahrenheit 451, and I recall it constantly, stuck as I am between the place where words like ‘synergies’ are used with a straight face and, uh. Elsewhere. You would dig elsewhere. The ones who have stopped reading weren’t ever going to get this. Your mission: [...]
Disciplined
Discipline dictates that I will not recreate the scene this morning at 6:23 am wherein I strangled the sole and especially unhelpful desk staff at the Metro YMCA rather vividly in my imagination. Not so with respect to Hintonburger, where I have been twice this past week. May I suggest you go immediately? True story: [...]
No further
This is me, thinking of a faraway place. In part, this is due to August, the perennial hangover to a summer of best intentions. I find it harder to behave in warm weather. Harder to sleep, too, which is a convenient cover for another pint, please, and some pizza, too. My other project has taken [...]
Jump
This is not my favourite time of year. Dark greens receding from the tips of the soon-brilliant-red of maples leaves make me long for fall, even if that means winter. I’m better in the in-between. I was taken recently with an inescapable desire to jump around. Kishka felt this was somewhat less important than her [...]
Primordial muck
Cleanliness is a perceptible state of being; anyone who has gone too long without knows this lightening sensation, and maybe even relishes it. But it has to be said, most of my fondest memories have far more to do with muck and grime. And always stars.
Win Win
Witness: This week, I photographed a complete stranger dancing around in a fountain in the Market. We were joined by another complete stranger who owed my stranger a batch of cupcakes. Why? Because he promised some to whomever could make him laugh in a Tweet. Social media FTW. (Digression: For the Win? Fuck the World? [...]