For anyone wondering about the follow-up on yesterday’s post… …Radley’s home. He got through it as well as can be expected and fully acquainted his new vet in his unique charm as a patient. Thanks to everyone who passed along well wishes. (Posted simultaneously to “Jelly-Town!”) Continue reading One day I know there’ll be a place called home
So here’s what happened today. This morning, shortly after midnight, Radley–you remember Radley–woke up and started whining to go outside. This is a little unusual for him since he typically makes it through the entire night without difficulty. Lately, though, he’s been having some trouble urinating, which we chalked up to an urinary tract infection, an ailment he’s had once before. He just completed a round of antibiotics on Friday and we’d been trying to discern, without much luck, if it had helped him or not. Our plan was to check how it went for him when we woke up … Continue reading
Nineteenth in a series… (Posted simultaneously to “Jelly-Town!”) Continue reading Jesus please meet me at the centre of the earth cos these wings are gonna fail me
While I’m sorely tempted to basically steal someone else’s very funny joke to describe how I feel today, instead I’ll just modify a picture recently posted by a friend of mine. That guy there looks the way I feel. Sometimes … Continue reading Touch me, I’m sick, yeah, touch me, I’m sick
One of the enduring pleasures of being a devoted fan of music is the hunt. Even in the long-tailed world of Amazon and the other well-stocked purveyors of recorded music out there in the wilds of the Web, there’s still a unique joy to be found in perusing a new record store, especially one with abundant used bins, discovering lost little gems or that album you’ve always wanted at a price that’s irresistible. The one and only time I was a patron of the Minnesota Monstrosity, I went in under the delusion that have more retail space would mean a … Continue reading One for Friday: Robyn Hitchcock and the Egyptians, “Madonna of the Wasps”
Blow Out (Brian De Palma, 1981). De Palma is a fascinating figure to me. He emerged with the film school generation of the seventies, standing shoulder to shoulder with the likes of Scorsese, Coppola and Spielberg, indeed earning the most rapturous reviews bestowed upon any of them by the grand doyenne film critic of the era. To this day, there are a fleet of people who will proudly stand up and talk about every scrap of his output as if it were the needs to be studied with the unwavering attention usually reserved for the peak offerings of Welles or … Continue reading Outside it’s a bright night, there’s an opera at Lincoln Center, movie stars arrive by limousine
This is showing up everywhere online today, but it’s worth repeating. (Posted simultaneously to “Jelly-Town!”) Continue reading You make my heart sing
There are so many things I never could have imagined I would someday see. (Due credit: Cinematical found this before I did.) (Posted simultaneously to “Jelly-Town!”) Continue reading Time is all that keeps up blind, we dance around these sleepy rhymes
I’m clearly catering to right sort of individuals here at “Drilling Holes in the Wall.” (Posted simultaneously to “Jelly-Town!”) Continue reading Look out honey, cause I’m using technology
“Sunrise–generally a rural event, in cities a mere abstraction–is still an hour and a half away. The city’s appetite for Saturday work is robust. At six o’clock, the Euston Road is in full throat. Now occasional motorbikes soar above the ensemble, whining like busy wood saws. Also about this time come the first choruses of police sirens, rising and falling in Doppler shifts: it’s no longer too early for bad deeds. Finally she rolls over to face him. This side of the human form exhales a communicative warmth. As they kiss he imagines the green eyes seeking out his own. … Continue reading Great Moments in Literature
