bites Blogness Just a quick note to say that I've restored my blog presence. Much of this content, maybe all, is from a number of iterations ago, versions of me that I identify with but who are no longer me. I'm leaving it mostly untouched.
bites A Boy Named Sy You need to know about A Boy Named Sue, a song written by Shel Silverstein and made famous by the man in black himself. Fun story, right? But who would name a boy Sue for real? Well, funny story... I was talking to a Danish couple who came into the
bites Exiting the Bus Last week on my way to work, I stood at the front of the venerable 4A bus waiting and balancing as the driver slowed for the St Kjelds Plads stop. I had adopted a leisure stance, and the obviously in-a-rush patron behind me was cramping my style. As the bus
bites Breakin' the law My 8-year-old niece asked me last week why I don't have a girlfriend. "I don't know," I said, "I just don't." She seemed to let it drop after that, and I continued to talk to my sister. My niece, however, was not content to let it
bites The chickens are not organized! I'm in a shuttle bus riding to Rochester from Minneapolis right now. (I'm blogging from my phone.) So we just drove past a truck packed with cages which were, in turn, packed with chickens. As we passed the truck, I watched the chickens. Some were poking their little chickenheads out
bites Check and mate I collect talented people. One day I will buy an island and invite them all to move there. Or perhaps I'll grow large enough that the earth becomes my island.
bites Too early, the morning So I woke up this morning and bought The Man Suit, authored by the illustrious Zachary Schomburg. Now I have to forget about it so I'm surprised when it shows up. I love surprises.
bites Lockjaw Last night I dreamed that I was running around a place where I lived, not my current apartment, but a place with blue overtones and lots of shadows. I couldn't open my mouth, and I was having trouble breathing. My teeth were stuck together, and I was panicked. Every time
bites A New Years Toast Raises Glass Here's to the past; may it administer lessons gently. Here's to the future; may it comfort us to our dotage. Here's to beginnings; may they bring stories both fulfilling and uninteresting. Here's to endings; may they bring satisfaction and closure.
bites Boxes of Stuff I received several boxes of books and random other things from my dad, and I spent the evening looking through them. Some finds: A NES controller; a ninth grade assignment to write my own eulogy, in which I blamed a faulty parachute for my death; a how-to book for breeding