Category: play
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Engulfed
David Sedaris’s laundry list of the worst ways to die, from When You Are Engulfed In Flames: My list of don’ts covered three pages and included such reminders as: never fall asleep in a Dumpster, never underestimate a bee, never drive a convertible behind a flatbed truck, never get old, never get drunk near a… Read.
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Stop already
Please, WOLX, please stop playing “The Pina Colada Song.” My generation put that song at the top of the pop song charts so many moons ago, but we never liked that song. We bumped it up the charts by mistake. Haven’t you ever drunk-dialed a request line and asked them to play a song that… Read.
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My Little Datsun
I drove a little Datsun coupe while I was stationed in the United Kingdom. I didn’t intend to get a car but, when I got the chance to move out of the dorms after living there a year I took it, and I would have to buy a car to commute. Riding the bus wasn’t… Read.
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The Man From Laramie
Wow, they just don’t make movies like The Man From Laramie any more. For one thing, nobody likes movies that corny now. For another, there’s no Technicolor. I really miss Technicolor. The university puts on a show that’s open to the public and free, courtesy of the film studies program. I think we went to… Read.
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Hover
We did quite a bit of hovering the other night, not very well, but we’ve only just begun learning how to. It takes a little practice, but with persistence you, too, can hover. Besides floating above the ground with no visible means of support, hovering is also what our dance instructor calls a step in… Read.
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Celestial Steam Locomotive
And now it’s time for another installment of: Ask A Stupid Question! Long-time readers of this blog – and they are legion, I assure you – know I have a great big thang for steam locomotives. The way I gush over them makes people feel as though they shouldn’t be watching, really. I’ve learned over… Read.
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Umami
My Darling B spent just about all day in her garden yesterday, happily digging up a four-by-eight plot of ground, then inching her way along on all fours poking holes in the dirt and burying seeds for lettuce and peas and I don’t know what else. When she finally came indoors late in the afternoon… Read.
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The Last Breakfast
Next week, the Dane County Farmer’s Market returns to cap square, so this morning was the last time we could go for breakfast because they only serve while they’re in their winter quarters at the senior center on Mifflin Street. I was sort of hoping for waffles or a big pile of pancakes, but I… Read.
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Lunch
Spaghetti for lunch today, same as yesterday and the day before. And Wednesday night. And Tuesday night. My Darling B made an everlasting batch of spaghetti on Tuesday, or as close to everlasting as you can get on the human scale of time. There’s still a huge frozen chunk of leftover sauce and forty-two dozen… Read.
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Coop once again
I realize I posted a quote from Michael Perry’s Coop just yesterday, but I can’t help bringing this one to your attention today. Consider this a forewarning. I have a feeling this book’s going to be pregnant with quotable material. Sometimes during the day when the cows were settled we kids went to the barn… Read.
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