Laptop, Stripes, and Millstone
Guess where the white stitch marker I place on my black laptop keyboard so it “won’t get lost” ends up 9 times out of 10.
Footbridge, Cake, and Swoat
I have little interest in the footbridges of Minnesota, but I was riveted by this man’s investigation of one. All journalism should have that degree of rigor!
Cake, Pie, and Chrysanthemum
Did you know Stephen King’s media empire includes an alternative radio station? It lulled me into a false sense of security with a stream of old faves and then bludgeoned me with the horrific revelation that Cake (of “Short Skirt/Long Jacket” fame) did a cover of Gloria Gaynor’s anthemic “I Will Survive.” They, as the
Talk to me like one of your fictional French girls
Wanting people to be direct and being direct myself has been “rude” all my life, and the current trend is to blame my “rudeness” on “autism.” (Not one of my diagnoses, officially or self, but it’s a handy ableist blanket for some people to throw over “every behavior that’s inconvenient for me.”) While editing a
Back in the Saddle
Sold two lamps, my signed hardback book collection, and a set of dishes, convinced people to prepay for their holiday baking, and am living without frivolities such as dental floss and medication for the foreseeable future. Added to the few dollars I was saving up for Not This, I was able to scrape together enough
Craptop
Thanks to planned obsolescence, my only-a-few-years-old laptop is in its death throes. It’s been one decline after another for the past several months, but this week’s adventure is accepting keyboard/mouse input only when it feels like it, which means it’s now 99% useless. She who laughs last, though. When I moved, I had to give
It’s Been a Real Slice
Screw slice of life. It’s time for slice of bread and other baked goods! I went through my sourdough phase the year before it was cool, so I’ve made some pretty wet doughs, but King Arthur’s Pan de Cristal was my first 100% hydration. This was a spur-of-the-moment decision and of course I didn’t have
Death Blossom
The winter here was too mild for the bulbs, and the only iris that’s bothered to put in appearance is this little nihilist. With daylight and overhead lights and a little bit of flash, up close, you can tell she’s extremely dark purple, but under any other conditions, she reads as void black—which is all