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Or rather the collector of lists of all possible stories. That’d be me. There’s lists of 25 or 28, and my favorite is the list of two.* Today I found a list of four I’d never seen before. The quote … Continue reading
Been spending way too much time recently fixing typos in my blog posts. Normally I’m at least a decent writer, good enough to manage it’s and its, anyway. Miss Foote taught me better than that, back in high school. She … Continue reading
Well, that’s enough to knock a guy off balance! It’s one thing to be born a hexapod. If nothing else, you have plenty of time to get used to it before you’re expected to act like you’re coordinated. It’s another … Continue reading
The new stainless steel roasting pan: at Williams -Sonoma on sale last summer with part of the tax refund.
Hey, you, / you riding a bicycle in the dark and cold/ with a little yellow light on your helmet and a white one and a red one/ on your handlebars and the back of your seat respectively/ that alternately … Continue reading
I wrote a poem in my car/ and posted it to my blog/ from my phone. Hey, don’t honk at me. I am making a left turn. Excuse me for yielding To oncoming traffic. This is the second draft./ The … Continue reading
While I was carrying my camera through the Lincoln Park Zoo last week, I found this scene in the Conservatory.I don’t know what delicate controls are behind that once-green- painted wheel, but the palm tree seems pretty determined to get … Continue reading
Outside the library, in the smoky, cool, dead leafy, moon silver air, a mysterious creature is practicing aerobatics. Roughly the size and shape of a regular boring male human, it has the wings of a bat, the tail of a … Continue reading
In Iowa’s office (Iowa is Professor Lykander’s student assistant), there is a fat little stone gargoyle sitting on the desk. He spends most of his time posing as a sculpture, perched on the edge of a lopsided black painted plaster … Continue reading
In the Old Chinese Reading Room (so called because of the colorful silk tapestries of extra squirmy dragons hanging between the main shelving units and the smell of Six Treasures Fried Rice that lingers there on rainy afternoons) a young … Continue reading