The war being waged against women in 2012 finds me spending a lot time in a heart-fluttering ALL CAPS rage. There’s so much rage and fear and utter incredulousness that I don’t even know what…
Date Archives February 2012
One of the sweetest love stories I’ve ever read
John Green’s The Fault in Our Stars the sweetest love story I’ve read since, well probably Steve Brezenoff’s Brooklyn, Burning. I thought it would be a longer period of time between sweet love stories. I…
Confessions of a wannabe: I often have awful taste in music
For most of my life I’ve wanted to be a musicgeek. A musicgeek like guys are musicgeeks, memorizing record labels and producers and studio musicians like they’re some sort of baseball stats. I wanted to…
The sadness zombie
I don’t like zombies. I don’t find them funny or offensive or ironic or anything but annoying. And yet here I am describing myself as a sadness zombie because I can think of no other…
In memory of Madison (1995-2012)
He was named after my favorite U.S. president, James Madison. What else is a sassy twenty-three-year-old PoliSci major to name a beautiful orange kitten? My dad had suggested Cinnamon, because apparently he thought I was…
Like nephew like aunt
After we finished cleaning up the dinner dishes, The Tibbles and I retired to the living room where they immediately began debating what movie they would watch. There were many shouts from Cade and Nolan…
The Zac Efron email chain
At first I thought it was just spam that slipped through Gmail’s filter. It happens. The subject: hot efron lookalike bottom. I didn’t open it, just clicked Spam and was done. The email promptly forgotten….
Redirection
Later today as part of my Re-evaluating Personal Artifacts project I’m going to put into words the pain of listening to Jewel in 2012 and try to remember why I liked this dreck in 1995….
Whitney’s death brings out the assholes on Twitter
My niece and nephew, Jaycie and Max, have reached the age where they’ve become big fans of Saturday Night Live. At fourteen and thirteen, they’re probably growing right into SNL’s target audience. I can say…
The Book of Drugs
I’m a big believer in that adage about not meeting your heroes because they’ll just disappoint you. The same can probably be said about reading memoirs by your heroes. Ignorance really is bliss, people. What…