Hi Darling Ones, The other day I made my favorite soup, pasta e fagioli, and focaccia for dinner. This was the first time I ever made focaccia. While I love all kinds of foods made using yeast, making those kinds of foods is not my favorite. Yeast requires faith and trust, and I hate those things. Yeast turns me into someone who prays to a higher power, another thing I am not a fan of. Yeast is a finicky bitch…
Why I Tell My Toothpaste to Fuck Off Every Night
Dear Darling Ones, I’ve worked in marketing for the better part of twenty years. One of the side-effects is being inordinately invested in redesigns and rebranding. Also, being a sucker for good packaging. This is kind of annoying because I long to be an anti-capitalist renegade, and not an “oh! that’s pretty I must have it” tool. Holding two diametrically-opposed opinions at the same time is one of my superpowers. Geminis represent! Another thing about me, which has nothing to…
There is No Jodi. There is Only Catghan.
Hey Darling Ones, You know those regular gym-goers who get up on their high horse and become smug assholes who complain and mock the people who clog the gym after the start of a new year? They’re the worst. Guess what? I discovered that I am a very close cousin to those very same smug assholes. Only instead of being a jerk about new gym goers, I’m a jerk about writers who start Substacks (or re-start their much ignored Substacks)…
A Cool (Not) Dry Place
Hi Darling Ones, I don’t know if this social media phenomenon happens everywhere, or if it’s unique to the Twin Cities area. Or maybe it’s a particular trait found in the people I follow on social media. Anyway, my very favorite thing on social media is when we have some sort of striking weather event and you find everyone sharing pictures of it on Instagram or Twitter. I love this so much. I love how full-ass grownups still marvel at…
This Really Happened
Hey Darling Ones, I am not dreaming as I write this, but please forgive me if I go astray. This morning I had a frustrating dream about trying to take a picture of an implausibly pink sky. In the dream I was trying to capture the color of the sky because I didn’t think anyone would believe me. Or I would forgot about it before I woke up. I was delighted as fuck when I woke up around nine this…
I Guess We’re Doing 2023 Now
Hello Darling Ones, I can’t remember which Westernerd put Marah’s “Why Independent Record Stores Fail” on a Mix CD for me, but it is a song that went straight to my heart the moment I heard it. This was also the song playing on a loop in my head the past two days as I got a head-start on my 2023 intentions by moving my records from the dining room into the living room. If you don’t know the song…