Surprise!
I liked this moment in Jonathan Carroll’s The Wooden Sea:
What is more gratifying than to lie next to your partner in your own bed mornings, thoughts just beginning to take shape, sharp-edged early light coming through the window and warming a patch of floor where your shoes are mixed with hers from the night [...]
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Satisfaction
Posted in pick up and read, the wife on April 3, 2009 | 3 Comments »
Surprise?
Posted in idiot box, review, the wife on April 8, 2008 | 1 Comment »
The wife and I are big Kristen Wiig fans. We got to see her with the Groundlings the summer before she started with SNL. She did a Target cashier character in her first season that gave me hope for post-Fey SNL. She commits to these nutcase personalities in a way that reminds of John Belushi, [...]
Remember 2007?
Posted in Waterdeep, all and sundry, in which I totally geek out and alienate my readers, review, the wife, truth that goes crunch, up over my head on January 15, 2008 | 8 Comments »
Before I begin, let me just say, you won’t earn my love by reading the whole thing. It’s just nice to know you.
I’ve been so busy putting together a list of the Greatest Recordings Known to Humankind, 2007, that I didn’t have time to get around to this list of Albums I Really Liked This [...]
The Lovers, the Dreamers, and Me
Posted in all and sundry, civilization schmivilization, found it on the internets, me me me me me, the wife on May 24, 2007 | 4 Comments »
I’ve been a Pajiba reader off and on, and enjoy the unusually smart and fair-handed “Jesus, etc.” column editor Dan Carlson provides, on and off. Oh, and it’s also often hilariously on the mark. A few weeks ago, I added my name to a little group of same-church-traditioned bloggers, and, checking some of the other [...]
Let’s Think of Something to Do while We’re Waiting
Posted in Mr. Rogers, civilization schmivilization, the wife, the young'un, theosmattery on January 15, 2007 | 1 Comment »
My wife showed me a clip of “Mister Rogers’ Neighborhood” she’d watched with the young’un about what people call their grandparents. First, he played a recording on a tape recorder (which is not magic, and Mister Rogers did not go into and talk out of, but somebody invented) of grandparents telling what their grandchildren call [...]



