July 2011
29 posts
Believe Again →
The neighbors’ backyard fireworks rattled the windowpanes and the air was thick with smoke, as another set of semi-strangers flipped their blackened hockey-pucked hamburgers on a portable grill.
Normally I would’ve been outside with a plastic cup and matching plastic smile, nodding that yes, I’d like onions on my carcinogens, please. Instead I sat nervously at the end of the bed watching...
Neko Case & Nick Cave: “She’s Not...
Wolves, Lower
[Scene: Last Thursday night, driving east on I-40 as the sun sets in our rearview mirror and an almost-full moon rises above the highway]
Him: What are you thinking about?
Me: That full moons make me think of werewolves. Lycanthropy is the ability for a human to change into a werewolf, but I always get that word confused with lycopene, the red part of tomatoes that keeps us from exploding into...
Wilco: “I Love My Label”
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