Opens Tomorrow

Harrison Ford plays Branch Rickey.

Nico in Indianapolis

There is something grotesque to me about there being this wonderful steakhouse St Elmó, and then just up the street the linguistically repellant chain steakhouse “Ruth’s Chris,” whatever that means, opens up shop. I feel like the people should take to the streets with pitchforks to protest that shit. Similarly, we need to shut down the TGI Fridays in Union Square; let’s take a tactic from the anti-abortion protestors and make people need an escort to get a mudslide fifteen paces from the greenmarket.

Catching up with Nico.

From the Archives

I don’t know how long this will stay up.

It is put here with love.

Happy Easter!

From the Archives

And I mean the way-back days. Sheila Ryan Coiffed like a Pinhead. One of the first things I remember seeing in my early days here. For the record, I believe the chick in the photo is now a regular on American Horror Story Asylum. I am addicted.

Snowed-In Sunday

We have dug out the drive. We now have martinis. Dan’s in the bath. I’m watching this on Netflix:

I’m reminded once Daryl said something about digging when he gets mad. So I’m thinking of Daryl. And Cindy. And y’all.

My Bowie: Jean Paul Gaultier


Who was your Bowie?


Quick Report from the Seventh Circle.

I reported a few weeks back I had taken a new position with a rather large gubment employer. I’m happy to report I have completed training and have been assigned a shared cubicle next to the windows over-looking the southern courtyard. I share this space with a “perm” employee who works days. I have an overhead shelf and a rolling file cabinet to call my own. The only personal piece I’ve brought to set out is a photo of Danny in a frame hinged with a clock. I put it in the overhead when I leave. I clean up after myself. I have yet to “make production” of 4.9 document adjustments per hour–still have to consult too many manuals to handle the myriad possibilities. Still, I see a light at the end of the miles of hallways here. If another week or two I’ll be fine. I walk on my breaks. Many corridors are 200 yards long. On a good strut, I can eat my orange and make two laps on a break (about 800 yards). Time passes quickly when work is abundant.

I think I like it.

Also, you should see the wealth of diversity and humanity here. It’s astonishing!

Magnolia Swoon

magnolia swoon

After today’s snow, the Brackensbrown (evergreen) Beauties in the backyard bend under leaf caught snow. The tallest is eighteen feet, bent to  a third of its height as viewed here. Branches seem double-bent, but not broken. I hope it can straighten up when the weight is off.

From the Archives…

…I’ve been meandering back. I loved this question and thread.

From the Archives: Good Threads

Naming protocols.

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