Category: daily drivel

  • can’t hear the quiet for the trees

    Recently on an Amtrak train, a fellow passenger across the aisle from me in the Quiet Car was involved in an animated cellphone conversation about a real estate transaction. The conductor came through and said: “Sir, I must ask that you refrain from using your cellphone. You are in the Quiet Car.” Annoyed, he looked… Read.

  • bubbly batch

    Same batch, eight hours later: I kept thinking about the head of kreusen building on top of the wort as I was trying to read myself to sleep last night. Finally, I gave up, got out of bed and stuck the blow-off tube down the neck of the carboy. Good thing I did, because the… Read.

  • LIFE!

    LIFE, DO YOU HEAR ME! GIVE MY CREATION … LIIIIIFE! Last time I used this particular strain of yeast it took a little more than twenty-four hours for fermentation to kick in. This time it took almost fifty-four, and I had to baby it. I thought it might be too cold in the basement for… Read.

  • marie

    I don’t know how I forgot to tell you this story: On our first day in New York City we went for a walk down a busy street, I forget which one. As we walked, we slowly overtook a man who was very easy to pick out of the crowd, even while he was still… Read.

  • spittle

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    Bonkers is still plugging along in spite of whatever’s wrong inside his head, but the going’s starting to get a little rough. The poor guy has been having trouble swallowing for a while, occasionally leaving little puddles of drool around the water bowl and food dishes, but the problem, whatever it is, has been getting… Read.

  • book snack

    The only fit snack while reading is the olive in a martini. — P.J. O’Rourke Read.

  • eye roll

    My Darling B has leveled a challenge: She believes that, if I were to tell anybody how many typewriters I own, I would get an eye-roll from practically everyone. Well, here is a group shot of every typewriter I own: On the far left: A Smith-Corona Silent, one of the first typewriters I bought from… Read.

  • neon

    While walking up Baldwin Street the other night, I happened to be looking right at the Crystal Corner Bar when they flipped the switch on all that neon. Wow! Read.

  • belatedly

    “Guess what tomorrow is,” My Darling B asked me as I was cleaning up after dinner. I thought I knew what she was getting at, but I didn’t want to just blurt it out, so I said, somewhat obtusely, “Tomorrow’s the fifteenth.” “And that means?” “Duh. Fifteen percent off wine at the liquor store.” “Right,”… Read.

  • plastic

    And the greatest arrogance of all: Save the planet! What? Save the planet? We haven’t learned how to care for one another, but we’re going to save the planet? Besides, there is nothing wrong with the planet. The planet is fine! The people are fucked. Compared to the people, the planet is doing great! The… Read.

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