songs in my head: grace slick must die edition

We were at a local street festival on Saturday, and this was coming out of the PA system while my daughter was trying to off herself in the jumping jack.  I had gotten rid of it later in the day, probably knocked out by the Cubs’ division clinching victory, but it came back with a [...]

songs in my head: unfortunate bathtime double-entendre edition

I’ve mentioned before that I’m the father of a preschooler, and as such, the traveling music in our car is significantly different than it was, say, five years ago.  Actually, it would be more accurate to say three and a half years ago, since during the first year of our daughter’s life we figured she [...]

songs in my head: strung out hobbit edition

We all have people in our life whose innate goodness seems immutable.  They are kind.  They are sweet.  There’s not a dark atom in all their soul.  There is a certain ineffable innocence about them, a sense that they are incapable of being corrupted by external evils, and have never themselves had an aberrant thought. [...]

daily haiku: seen on the street edition

cocky guy, with your ear bud blooming, watch your step, a car is looming

unfinished novel syndrome

Along with this little experiment in literary torture, I have a baseball blog that I’ve been busily neglecting – but that’s another story entirely.  The point is, a few years ago, one of the other blogs that we share space with decided to play a winter-long, baseball-related version of the game show, Jeopardy, essentially utilizing [...]

songs in my head: powdered wig edition

I was listening to NPR this morning.  They mentioned the name “David Petraeus.”  I immediately shortened his given name to “Dave” in my head, repeated, and shifted tangentially to what’s below.  Welcome to my hell.

daily haiku: morning coffee edition

bitter, round and hot infusions of electric waves rouse the monster

squirrel: friend or nemesis?

This morning I was sitting at the table our laptop lives on, which is next to a large window that looks out onto our street.  We’re fortunate enough to live in an area of town where someone took care at a point in history to plant trees, mostly oaks, as far up and down the [...]

daily haiku: torrential rain edition

sheets to drops to sheets chaos to peace to chaos then fine, clean green scents

grocery store radio: great enemy, or greatest enemy?

When it comes to tunes, or really, any aural pattern, melodic or rhythmic, my mind is a sponge.  A great wet, sticky, voluminous, disgusting, unwashed, pox-ridden sponge.  It absorbs all it comes in contact with, creating a horrifying miasmic amalgam rivaled in odiousness only by the bilge of a freezer trawler. Needless to say, this [...]