“The first thing I did in the hotel room was unplug the toilet.”
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New Year
Saturday, September 19, 2009
L’shana tova to all the tribe members out there. Get yourself inscribed before you wreck yourself.
Casualties of Packing
Friday, September 18, 2009
- Shin, 1, left, barked
- Toe, 1, right little ‘un, broken(?)
- Glass, 1, stemmed, placed on table with force, shattered
- Shirt, 1, cotton, absentmindedly used to open grenadine
- Tequila, reposado, not dead yet
Nerdgasm
Thursday, September 17, 2009
Hunting down a bookshop that’s breaking street date by five days? One of the highlights of the week.
Overheard conversation:
- Then a K9 cop came down the aisle while the train was between stations.
- Guess they were looking for bombs. Or drugs.
- Probably not drugs.
- Liberals. Must’ve been a liberal sniffer.
A while back I stumbled on a succinct word to describe something which cannot be described by conventional language and scribbled it down on a scrap of paper. Now I can’t find the scrap and am at a loss to describe how annoyed I am.
Don’t Mean Nothing Later
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
Melatonin: peyote for the over-the-counter crowd.
Another dream: backyard of the row house, a yellow boombox (single cassette deck and broken) with orange extension cord snaking away. It smells like the beach.