May 15, 2010
I mean I guess if I don’t know things are here it won’t matter if they’re lost
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- Joel Bernstein: I know right?
- Rick Neece: Being nice is a dainty way to put it.
- Rick Neece: Hey Cristopher? Who cried “uncle” first, at the end of your ten-year stand-off? To quote my...
- Michael Smith: Ours is the kitchen.
- Amy Mabli: That’s what happens when you give the dogs the bed.
- Deron Bauman: Sweet Jesus.
- Michael Smith: Don’t we all.
- Pam: I have a story coming out soon in a ‘little mag’, Chicago Quarterly Review. An old friend recently...
- Pam: And I thought, somedays, that my work was meaningless…
- Pam: I remember Eggleston at the Art Institute in Chicago a couple years ago. He was elegantly dressed in a dark suit...
- Christopher Walken: Hey Clusterflockers, Realize y’all are hurting. I’ve been a really close friend of my...
- Marco: This works pretty well in mobile, more so in iOS
- Michael Smith: It was not the intent of management to imply all sissies are “namby pamby”. Management was...
- Rick Neece: I take umbrage with the term “namby pamby.” Some sissies are fierce.
- Carole Corlew: Shelia. Happy no big deal day. I would start your very own post but this phone is in semi rebellion.
for Sheila.
Thank you, Deron. For so very much.
that was a good week.
Yep. One that can’t be re-created.
But there will be more good weeks. Different, but good.
Quite sad and yet quite beautiful.
It would have made a good tableau for Cindy’s proposed Sad and Beautiful gallery, but now she will have to settle for the photograph. I’m sorry I did not think to preserve the realia, but I’m glad Deron was there to take the photo. And do whatever he did with the rodent.
Oh, and in the event Deron and I are being too cryptic: that is the dead rodent he discovered in my old bedroom as he was helping me sift through the contents of my childhood home in the wake of my mother’s death.
Did you find him that way?
he was in that shape, under some things on a desk, but I put him on top of the pile for the photo, if that’s what you mean.
Yes, both parts of that. He’s really very beautiful.
I have the tenderest feelings for that rodent. I do.
I found a rat skeleton when I was going through my dad’s stuff after he died in 2001, Sheila. His office (Dad’s — well, the rat’s too, I guess) was a barely converted garage, which we cleaned out in July, in Florida; I could hear my skin crisping each time I went from the garage to the dumpster in the driveway. I would’ve just chucked bales of crap, but on the first pile I tackled, I found his 1958 love letters to my mom underneath some blueprints from the 1970s. The whole scene was 1% disgusting, 97% paper trash, and 2% sentimental value.
Robin, I like the idea of ‘the rat’s office’. And your percentages match up pretty well with mine.