Category: daily drivel
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Farnsworth
I remember only the very last part of the dream I had right before the alarm clock began to bleat: I was at a dirt-strip airfield waiting for a hop on a plane out of some little banana republic, and when it finally came and I climbed aboard I took one last look out the… Read.
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Cutting a rug
Did a little foxtrotting last night, a dance that turns out to be almost entirely different from the foxtrot we learned when we started taking lessons about a year ago. Turns out there are two versions of the same dance, our teacher says, a “slow foxtrot,” the step we learned originally, and a just plain… Read.
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Ride the Elephant
While I was out for my lunch-hour walk around the neighborhood, I stopped in at a local bakery to pick up an after-lunch snack and heard the gal behind the cash register, who was talking with the guy ahead of me, pass a disparaging remark about Republicans. I knew her from previous visits, so when… Read.
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Tractors. Cows. 14. A Monk.
My Darling B and I spent all day yesterday in downtown Madison and all we saw was a lousy two hundred thousand union supporters rallying around the capitol! Man, did we feel ripped off! We started off the day normally enough, washing up and heading into town to stock up our pantry with various and… Read.
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Mad Union
It’s hard not to sit down and start typing out some drivel without wanting to babble about what’s happening lately in Mad Town, so I might as well surrender to the urge. You must do what you feel is right, of course. My Darling B’s at an emergency meeting of her union as I type… Read.
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Don’t call me Shirley
There is surely some weird-ass shit going on in Madison tonight. You might’ve heard that the senate passed the part of the so-called budget repair bill, the part that does away with collective bargaining. I don’t know understand the legislative system well enough to know how they can pass part of a bill, or how… Read.
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Timber!
On my morning break I happened to look down at the palm of my hand while waiting for the microwave to boil water for a cup of tea and I noticed that there was an impressively large chunk of wood sticking out of the side of the pad at the base of my little finger.… Read.
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So Close
My Darling B has been in the kitchen all morning stewing a batch of chicken thighs in saffron and a bunch of other yummy-smelling stuff, in preparation for turning them into meat pies. After stewing them, she piled them on a platter, placed the platter on the dining room table, then went to work on… Read.
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Talkies
Tickets went on sale for the Wisconsin Film Fest at noon today. We had the films we wanted to see picked out the night before and sat waiting with the web browser of the most dependable computer in the house parked on the film fest web site, mouse-clicking finger poised ready to hit the “buy… Read.
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Bowling with the stars
Daryl Hannah dropped in for a visit last night. We all hopped in the car and drove over to the local bowling alley to bowl a few lines, as you do when a major Hollywood star stops by. And then I woke up. Whatever happed to Daryl Hannah, by the way? I can’t even remember… Read.
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