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Past The Second Story Beagle
Past the second story Beagle, down the street to the Greyhound that inexplicably turned into two terriers a couple weeks ago, take a left at the German Shorthaired Pointer, then it’s a twenty minute walk to the blue merle Great Dane. From there, we can either march resolutely all the way to the twin Afghan… »
Thank You
I’m never quite sure I’m reaching everybody when I send out an email or Tweet or whatever. I thought I’d post this here, just to increase the odds that it’s seen by whomever, whenever, wherever.
I like Thanksgiving. It’s lovely that we have a holiday devoted to appreciating what’s good in our lives.
Like most of us,… »
Watching
Watching little Bodhi catch lizards in our yard, I am amazed that they keep appearing. I thought I had a pretty good eye for reptiles; he beats the crap out of me. Squinting, I stand perfectly still and try to catch a glimpse of movement before Bo does, but all I see is leaves and… »
Tour Diary – May 2009 – Week Three
Day 15 – Brighton. Billy, Paul and I were separated in the Norwich club last night by the enthusiastic after-show crowd, so we catch up on the night’s activities while running errands in the morning. Well, Billy and I are running errands. We need to buy blank CD’s and band-aids (”plasters”)–the CD’s are for selling… »
Tour Diary – May 2009 – Week Two
Day 8 – Edinburgh. I spent part of last summer here, performing Paradoxical Undressing at the Fringe Festival. MJ, the show’s stage manager, meets us at Cabaret Voltaire (fun fact: there are 8 stories of subterranean apartments below the club) so we can catch up over dinner in the Thai restaurant where a waitress once… »
Tour Diary – May 2009 – Week One
Day One – I say goodbye to the kids at the beach. Bodhi, the youngest, draws a heart in the sand and writes “Mom” in it, then gives me a too hard hug. Ouch. I hate this part.
Day Two – We land at Heathrow and meet the other Muses at our airport hotel. We all… »
Can’t Stop Doing Monkee Math
Can’t stop doing Monkee math. It seems important right now.
See, my kids are being raised as anachronisms; mostly ‘cause I always wanted to be one myself. Little seventies Zoom kids, their impression of popular culture is limited to the popular culture of other decades. They watch Frank Capra movies and goofy crap like The Cat… »
The Bay Never Freezes
“The bay never freezes,” observes little Bodhi, “until it’s frozen.”
And he has a point. Waves are crashing on the sand at the beach down the road, but the boats in the harbor aren’t going anywhere. Trapped in the ice, their goofy names are barely visible on their snow-encrusted sterns: “Aunt Edna” and “Fortitude” are now… »
I Got My License To Sparkle
I got my license to sparkle this week.
Jet lag’s a bitch goddess. One of the minor deities that isn’t a drug, yet can still make you feel like a super hero at three in the morning (see: love, music, TV, etc.). I buzz around, getting “things” done. I think vivid, clear, big picture thoughts. I… »
I’m Fighting More Robots
I’m fighting more robots than I used to, it seems. And robots fight dirty.
Both my cell phone and my computer insist that I am a cretin. Not a “christine” or a “kirsten”, which I could understand. At least those are names. The robots have taught me to avoid ever writing my name except on… »
