My son wants bacon made out of coffee for me and bacon made out of orange juice for him.
Leave those pigs alone!
But keep the bacon coming.
Cecil Vortex
A thing
A thing a day a written thing a thought a memory a day it's not too much to ask too much to do.
Monkey Vortex Radio Theater
Shhhhhh. Monkey Vortex Radio Theater, now on the air. Take it for a spin (and let me know whatcha find confusing and/or broken), here.
In Florida
In Florida, the land of the dead for me. All those memories of bouncing on airboats through swamps, and wandering around exotic bird parks, and listening to King Crimson on the wide lawn under the wide sky by the reflecting lagoon.
And sometimes driving, sometimes walking over to my great aunts, and uncles, apartments for bowl snacks and conversation.
There was that one time -- Meyer borrowed our walkman. Suddenly volume spun all the way up, all the way up he could hear again. Oh my god such a smile.
All gone now, that gang. There were two Irvings.
And all alligators gone. All tennis courts gone. All rec centers gone with miles of immaculate green felt pool tables.
Key West too.
And Florida is for me. The land of the dead for me.
I want to build a house
I want to build a house with Richard Brautigan up on the third floor.
Looking out a large window at open land hands on the windowsill.
Wearing that old hat that old vest those old glasses.
He looks good.
x-post: Zogby late to the party, calls election for Kerry 24-hours after Vortex
Political aside: 24 hours after my all-imprudent edgewise post, below, big-time pollster John Zogby arrives late to the dinner party. But wait: we’re wearing identical sports goggles! Confused? Engraged? Perhaps a little…peckish? You should be. Read more about it here.
x-post: Vortex loses all historical perspective, calls election in May
Political aside: New all-imprudent edgewise post in which I manage to forget 8 out of 9 key Lessons of Dukakis and declare this the week GWB lost the election, here.
Bad-ass astronomer
Do you know how many stars up there -- how many of those nighttime naked-eye stars-that-you-can-see are part of our local little galaxy?
Not off in the broader universe representing some distant cluster.
Just local twinkle. Milky Way shine.
Do you know? Do you? Do you?
How about all of them?
Motherfucker.
x-post: The devolution of Sean Hannity’s mind (with poll)
Political aside: New dailykos post, including a sub-scientific but partly binding poll on the scope, speed, nature, and intensity of Sean Hannity’s directional decay, here.
Me too
My son cried out in the middle of the night
and I went to him and I picked him up
and I cradled him and we rocked for a bit
in the sliding chair
with a blanket over both of us.
And then either he peed on me or I peed on him.
I’m not quite sure.
But I think he peed on me.
And I was three-years old again
except now
I could clean myself
and I was laughing.
So I dealt with the pee
that he’d piddled on me
while my wife cleaned up
our boy and the chair.
Then we called it a night
and he slept straight on through
all dry, all clean.
Me too.