Sometimes when I shovel
Sometimes when I shovel my head gets hot so I take off my hat and throw it in the snow. Then I pretend it is an animal I have just killed with my bare hands. Sometimes when I shovel I pretend that I am two miles tall and I am chipping away at glaciers that come up to my knees. Did you know that when chunks of ice fall off a glacier it’s called ‘calving’?...
It’s not about debating the dangers of BPA. It’s about stimulating Maine’s salon industry: The political debate over bisphenol A is heating up in Maine after Gov. Paul LePage’s recent comments questioning whether the controversial chemical is as dangerous as many scientists claim. … LePage said he has yet to see enough science to support a ban on BPA, a common...
It is February. Ice is general. One notices different degrees of ice.– Anne Carson, from “Some Afternoons She Does Not Pick Up the Phone,” a poem in Decreation. (via mcnallyjackson)
The Wisconsin-Egypt comparisons have been making...
The “Wisconsin-Cairo” meme caught fire last week when Republican state representative Paul Ryan went on Morning Joe and said “it’s like Cairo has moved to Madison these days,” and right away I assumed this was strategic hyperbole: surely Ryan knew his remark would ricochet around the echo chamber, at least planting the seed in some people’s minds that the...
An utterly delightful video about Nikki McClure, via the best (only?) Los Angeles-based pickling blog.
A sketch in which there is a referendum on a referendum on referendums A sketch in which a young man decides to surprise his girlfriend by screenprinting his tattoos onto a long-sleeved shirt for her to wear, not knowing that she is out getting his favorite screenprint tattooed on her arms A sketch in which there is a cover band of a cover band A sketch in which the editor of a local...
On the agenda
Moose sirloin (am pondering marinade ideas) Brussels sprouts (roasted with olive oil and coarse salt and shallot pepper) Alice Medrich’s fallen chocolate souffle cake (rejiggering to be gluten-free, I’ll report back if it works) A perfectly nice bottle of Merlot (Wine guy: “Well, this is my first time recommending a wine for moose….”) I cannot make fun of...
There are two kinds of people in this world
Those who say “I’m going to South by Southwest” and those who say “I’m going to South by.”
Headless chickens. Owl in rehab. →
Headlines I have read and loved
On Living Alone or Being a Freelancer or Both
diana-vilibert: Extroverts are sometimes concerned for me. Don’t you spend a lot of time alone? Don’t you sometimes go full days without speaking to another person? I do, but this doesn’t bother me. What bothers me is when I realize, often mid-sentence, that while I may have not spoken to a single person all day, I have spoken to my cat. Often making some iteration of “Who’s a little muffin...
I seem almost always to be stuck in this little slice of history we call the...– There are certain loops I make on foot in the early mornings when I am trying to think (or not think) about things, and I thought of this passage today, as I was floundering along a hill on snowshoes through knee-high drifts, not unlike a dog or a bird or a lemming or a groundhog or any other...
For the record, on frivolous legislation
Team wild blueberry pie.