Category: play
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ice cream
My Darling B was up until midnight making ice cream last night. Actually, I don’t know how late she was up. I went to bed at about eleven and laid there reading a book until eleven-thirty, but I could still hear the ice cream maker churning when I turned out the lights, and she had Read.
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coffeeless
For a significantly large part of the day yesterday we had no coffee. I find it just a bit hard to admit this because in our house I am Java Man, responsible for making the coffee, maintenance of all coffee-making gadgets (I have a growing collection, natch) and, most important of all, ensuring there is Read.
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wrong wrong WRONG
You are looking at one of the most colossal failures to come from my work shop in recent memory, or even long-term memory. I can’t remember the last time I did something this mind-bogglingly stupid. Every time I look at it, I want to drink myself into oblivion. Okay, not oblivion, just until it’s funny. Read.
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tickets
This is where it all starts: People waiting in line (in this case, at Star Liquor on Willy Street) to buy their tickets to The Great Taste of the Midwest, which is quickly becoming the biggest celebration of craft beer in the nation, to say nothing of it being the most sought-after ticket in town. Read.
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practice
I was practicing dance steps with My Darling B in the front room last night, which is quite a feat if you take in to account that our living room is about the same size as the bed of a pickup truck, and we can’t remember dance steps to save ourselves. Actually, our living room Read.
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that was the day that was
On this misty, crappy, cold day we declined to make the usual weekly circuit of the farmer’s market, so instead My Darling B offered to take me to Plaka Taverna for brunch. Plaka used to be Cleveland’s Diner, one of our favorite places to get breakfast on a Sunday, and they still serve what they Read.
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WFF final day
Our first film of the day was a short documentary, Growing In Knowing: The Gateway to Midvale Garden. Scrap metal artist Erika Koivunen gets the kids of the Midvale Elementary School to bring her boxes of scrap metal, and she shows them how she makes a garden gateway out of it. I would have given Read.
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WFF day four
They gave us ballots we could use to rate each film we saw, 1 being the worst and 5 being the best ratings we could give. I gave films a three if I thought they were merely average, four if I would have recommended them, two if I would not have recommended them. I saved Read.
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WFF day three
Last Train Home told the incredible story of migrant workers in China who have left their farming communities to find jobs making exportable products in urban factories. Every year, 130 million of them travel home to visit their families and celebrate the Chinese new year. The scenes of thousands of travelers stampeding through the gates Read.
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WFF day two
The Topp Twins was a fun, heartwarming documentary about a couple of farm girls from New Zealand who grew up to become pop-folk singers, talented actors and comedians, successful fighters for civil rights and powerful activists for the country’s anti-nuclear fight. They threw in a generous helping of loving warmth from the bosom of the Read.
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