"…something like the supervisor of an entire team of political agents…"
Cecil Vortex I can taste it. Well, almost. I can sort of taste the taste of it. The soft peg-like extensions. The way they protect me from poison help me sort out those five sensations. It tastes good. So far. That safe taste of a taste. We’ll see how much I like the real thing.
We’ve all noticed that many top Hollywood-type stars have sidekicks. And yet, it’s amazing to me that here in the 21st century, there are still literally dozens of A-listers who wander the streets alone, no shoulder to cry on, no raised hand to high-five. For example: Carrot Top. I think I’d make a pretty darned … Read more
Coulton’s the creative cohort of John Hodgman (author of The Areas of My Expertise). He’s also borderline irresponsible. Best known for Flickr, a brilliant song/video written around images found on the image sharing site, Coulton’s been putting up a free song a week on his site for, well, a while. Coulton’s music is a little … Read more
This Saturday night I’ll be hosting an old-fashioned mic-less open mic at a great local bookstore – Wilmot’s in Alameda (478 Central Avenue, Alameda). Comestibles will be provided courtesy of a fantastic local Italian restaurant: C’era Una Volta. And a bit of the grape will be poured by my favorite local wineshop: Du Vin Fine … Read more
Gold, polygonal shapes. Rectangular bars, hexagonal prisms, discs, truncated octahedrons with soft fuzz edges and little black legs popping off their sides. They were fighting each other in tar-crackled dirt by a roadside stop. A few feet over they were bobbing around this pond the little ones dunking the larger ones with unnecessary ferocity. Someone … Read more
There’s a Kenneth Cole poster outside of Nordstrom’s that shouts out: “You are on a video camera over 20 times a day. Are you dressed for it?” Cole is known for its hip, ironic, outrageous statements, all in the name of selling clothes. And hats off for another winner there. But this one, I think, … Read more
Scraped knee so tough his eyes dry up when the pants tear through and a red pearl forms only sand drifting out of his eyes. Swirling crystals enough to dust his durable stegasaurus band-aid.
When I transact toward an espresso my intent is to drink the liquid part. The cup and plate (and the spoon &c) would remain the shop’s property. Really, I just want to make sure no one’s upset or confused (or surprised &c). I don’t want to lay down my clink, then find out too late … Read more
Which relates to the adventure of the enchanted blog, as well as other foolishness that must be recounted. Apologies for the late post this week — real life intruded. I’m still about 65 pages from the finish line my own self — just got through the enchanted head section. “…this is enough for me to … Read more
I have no idea what this means, but it turns out that if you take 1 part conservative pundit Charles Krauthammer, and blend it with 3 parts conservative pundit Ann Coulter, the result looks suspiciously like Fabio’s hard-living older brother. conservative pundit Charles Krauthammer conservative pundit Ann Coulter conservative super-model/pundit Fabio Krautcoulter?