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Things I thought about doing in the blog today to celebrate Chinese New Year: Say “Gong hey fat choy!” as we were taught in elementary school social studies, because that is how you say “Happy New Year” in Chinese. Point … Continue reading
You know that stuff at the Chinese buffet? That baked crab stuff? Turns out that’s its proper name.
This woman is my new internet idol. I really like her earrings and her hat. The bird is pretty cool as well. Seriously, wouldn’t it be awesome to befriend a giant eagle and have it like you enough to ride … Continue reading
Hungarian Pepper (Hot Banana) They possess a medium heat level. (When the grocery store decides/that they need complete sentences/ and that the word “have”/ isn’t classy enough/poetry happens.)
The Hulk voice continues to break through the conventions of Hulk-ku into freer verse: Hulk Talk Winter Winter. Hulk spend day suburbs. Hulk see one more person wear same black fuzzy jacket says “North Face”, Hulk smash something. Why not … Continue reading
The giant skull of an unknown and anatomically unlikely beast, hanging in the entrance of what seems to be a vast cave, half against a starry sky. In the socket of its wide-open eye, a small figure watches with a … Continue reading
In local news: One of the coyotes that live in the woods behind the new shopping center (I never exactly knew that there were coyotes living in the woods behind the new shopping center, but it doesn’t surprise me a … Continue reading
There’s a story here as old as teenagers and time: the baseline boy with the crooked ears has to babysit his kid sister; the chimera girl with the long fair hair has to watch her little brother. So why not … Continue reading
From the notebook, always in my pocket on winter car trips, a true haiku: December cornfield: Along the treeline, a pile Of plaid sofas. Even writers/can’t make this stuff up.