Category Archives: Before 2009

My head is made of pocket lint and cotton candy

I went to a music festival last weekend.  Foghat and Blue Oyster Cult played as the big draw acts.  They shot fireworks in honor of their righteous guitar solos.  Old men in leather caps and tight jeans air guitar-ed and … Continue reading

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Pause With Me

We all see reminders every day, how fragile we are as humans, reminders that there is an irrevocable End, but we can keep moving on. If it’s some boy you never met five blocks over, even better if you can … Continue reading

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Win Butler, Dream Man

I’m a little in love with Win Butler, well, a lot in love with him.  You know, but don’t worry, he’s totally into all the stalker gifts I send him through the mail, all those make-shift shrines and what not.  … Continue reading

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Kicking Ass

I used to watch UFC bouts with my in-laws back in St. Louis.  We’d grab some beer, some pizzas, and watch two guys beat the splattering blood out of each other on their television screen that was as big as … Continue reading

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I keep disappearing.  Part of it is because I’ve actually been out in the world, walking through neighborhoods, humping my bike through pot holes and shards of glass.  Part of it is because I don’t feel much like communicating, even … Continue reading

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The Past Is Never the Past

Someone I knew a long time ago, when I was reckless and running through the streets because I liked the way the night air felt on my skin and I liked the risk of a girl alone at two a.m. … Continue reading

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Douche-bag Patrol

This in from Humid City, a real asshole patrol.  I’ve been wondering for a couple of weeks now why the city would use ugly, defacing, deadman gray to cover up graffiti, which, let’s face it, isn’t near as offensive as the … Continue reading

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Playing Housewife, Playing Writer

  Now I get what Betty Friedan was talking about.  I read The Feminine Mystique when I was 20, maybe 21, and the first half of the book I was going, Yeah, that’s right Betty. But then the second half … Continue reading

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Mingus Rude

This is how my dog, Mingus Rude, enjoys New Orleans: she somehow maneuvers her way onto the cushiony areas of our house while convincing unsuspecting humans to sleep on the hard floor.  That passed out fella there is my brother, … Continue reading

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My Head is on Backwards Today

I’m considering not leaving my house today.  I know it’s a fine edge, since I trip here often, and then before I’ve even blinked or slept it’s been three weeks since I’ve been able to walk out my front door … Continue reading

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