December 2009
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Last night I celebrated the Feast of Porksgiving, the 2nd annual fete of my other-white-meat loving food club. Years ago (seven, I think we concluded after some debate), when we assembled, the plan was to convene every few months or so to eat at different barbecue-oriented restaurants in the city. But time, and now economic factors, life and its varying intrusions and the way we have not so many...
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I quite enjoyed Fantastic Mr. Fox, though further down my row was someone who laughed at exactly the same jokes I did, all of them, even when others would just give a slight giggle or ‘ha’ this fellow matched me for pitch and exuberance at every beat, which was ever-so-slightly creepy to my mind. Oh, my mind. So! I cannot see Roald Dahl’s name on the screen without being...
Was there a band, in college, that was comprised...
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My mother quit her job today, or rather “retired” as she put it. This was not a shock and a long time coming, as she was really only putting in one day a week. But it came on the heels of the dismissal of her boss. My mother has worked, for well over a decade, for a local newspaper, a community newspaper, one that publishes weekly and is a source of information for a segment of the...
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“You little whey-faced hermaphrodite…”
—The line appears in Charlotte Brontë’s Corner Dishes. Daphne du Maurier, in the interesting but often marrowless biography The Infernal World of Branwell Brontë, thinks “the curious dialogue” rather to have been her brother Branwell’s invention. ANYWAY! My new favorite insult? I do believe so.
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Contrary to my mental well-being, I am doing the whole NaNoWriMo thing. Again. This time for the hat trick. I started late so I’m already under the word count gun. Thus far the best, and by best I mean the only semi-coherent, portions of this ‘novel’ involve drag queens screaming obscenities. So, it’s Pulitzer Prize for Fiction bait, obvs.