Even though she does not read this website, because today is her birthday, here are a couple of photobooth pictures of my friend Heidi and me in disguise at a Kmart, c. 1991. (more…)
Once, when I shared an office with Mr. Floon, he was sitting at my desk looking at my calendar and I had these first three lines written in the margin. He said, Did you write this? I said no. Oh, he said. That’s too bad. I thought you were a secret genius. (more…)
Last night I was trying to finish up a top secret research project and talk to Larry at the same time. We have a mystery light in our house with no lightswitch to control it (the light has a fixture, lightbulbs, etc., but no switch). I vaguely heard him say something about cutting a hole in the wall, but my mind was fixed on the top secretness….and the fact that America’s Next Top Model was about to come on. (more…)
Only three more days, my friends, three more days. Can you quit your bitching now? (more…)
I usually hate it when writers refer to what they do as their “craft,” but since it’s Dylan Thomas, I’ll give him a break. (more…)
Today Mississippi “celebrates” the absolutely worst holiday ever by closing state-run agencies and institutions. (more…)
In which Billy Collins encourages you to write in your library books for his amusement. (more…)
I’ve seen this quiz on several blogs, and after doing it and discovering with no surprise or suspense that I was 65% General American English and 35% Dixie, it reminded me of when my friend edward (he insists on having his name in lowercase), who is from the Midwest, came to visit me when I lived in Birmingham. (more…)
I finished Brad Watson’s The Heaven of Mercury yesterday. Wow. (more…)