Archive for March, 2009

Sucking the marrow

Monday, March 30th, 2009

Latest entry to carnivorlicious discovery list: bone marrow with oxtail marmalade (seen here half-devoured).

Marrow with oxtail marmalade

No Redoubt

Sunday, March 29th, 2009

A volcano’s been spewing ash near Anchorage, and 95% of the people reading this didn’t know it till now.

Cozy Vermont

Friday, March 27th, 2009

So this amazing Woodstock Inn birthday surprise of hers has turned out to be a real one for both of us: this is a very nice place.

Try not to try too hard

Thursday, March 26th, 2009

Halfway to ninety and enjoying the ride.

Poetic Roadsign

Thursday, March 26th, 2009

ME: “Frost Heave signs call to mind a nausea-stricken NH poet.”

STUDENT J.Dub’S MULTI-LAYERED EXISTENTIAL RESPONSE:

Drink me

Sunday, March 22nd, 2009

Jones Organics Bottle Cap
My first Jones Organics cap has added a tinge of dread to the day. What other designs do they sport? A gun icon? A radiation symbol?

Classical Comedy

Saturday, March 21st, 2009

I’ve just thanked my 85-year-old dad for introducing me tonight to the side-splittingly uproarious comedy routines of the late Victor Borge.

Nonsubstantiation

Friday, March 20th, 2009

You know, it’d really be fun to have something of pith and mo·ˈment to say right now. But I don’t. So you’ve wasted your time. Apologies.

¡ǝǝɥʍ

Sunday, March 15th, 2009

˙ʎɐpuns ɯnɥ-oɥ ǝsıʍɹǝɥʇo sıɥʇ uo ƃuıuıɐʇɹǝʇuǝ puɐ ʍǝu ƃuıɥʇǝɯos ƃuıɹɐɥs ɹoɟ ‘nlɐpuıl puǝıɹɟ plo ‘noʎ ʞuɐɥʇ

Rhythm and melody

Saturday, March 14th, 2009

I’m discovering that, while often mundane, 12 of 12 has come to temper my midlife ambivalence with cadence and reflection.