Dear Darling Ones, I’m a little blue today. This funk sprung out of nowhere and I even attempted to buy myself a plant to make me feel better and my inner voice said all petulant and cranky-like, I don’t want another plant. Let’s blame the funk on the weather. Things get moldy fast when it’s hot and humid. It’s been above 90º here in Minnesota for the last week. The bread I used to make a lunchtime sandwich yesterday, was…
Hello Darling Ones, Recently I made a joke on Twitter about how Paul Westerberg owns about 27% of my brain. His lyrics live in my synapses and they fire off without warning all the time. I realized to what extent this happens on Sunday when The Youths and I were shucking corn for dinner. As we were peeling back the husks to get to the silk I was all, “Rip, rip we’re gonna rip them out now.” They both looked…
Hello Darling Ones, Today, June 6th, is my birthday.* I am forty-nine years old. It is the last birthday of my forties. The first thing I did this morning when I woke up at ass o’clock in the morning was grab my phone to see what kind of greetings had flooded in while I was sleeping. Being that it was 5:37 a.m. there were none, but a lone email from Astro Poets with my weekly horoscope, pictured above. It made…
Hi Darling Ones, Here’s a thing that I didn’t expect to happen: I like Soberish, the new Liz Phair record. A lot. Frankly, I’m kind of shocked by this development. The singles I’d heard off the new one didn’t do much for me, and I was disappointed by that “live” stream. So I did not expect much going into this, her first new record in eleven years. In case you are new here and haven’t memorized the 21-years worth of…
Dear Darling Ones, I am not a joiner. Like Groucho Marx, I don’t want to be a part of any club that will have me as a member. Some of this comes out of self-preservation, rejecting people before they can reject me. Some of this comes from snobbery. I tend to think anything that is wildly, insanely popular across a broad range of people is bound to be mediocre.* Because of this I rarely take part in the reindeer games…
Hi Darling Ones, My brain is pretty much a never-ending jukebox. I sing songs I know, songs I don’t know,* songs I make up, and nonsense jibber-jabber constantly. I am the star of a very special musical in my mind. The only time I turn it down is when I’m sleeping it off. Ha! I just wanted to get that line in because I love that song. But for real, the only time I turn down the music in my…