Category: play
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Salinger
I’ve been listening to misty-eyed Salinger fans sobbing about what an All-American Novel Catcher In The Rye was and feeling more than awkward about my guilty little secret: It’s not my favorite Salinger novel. It’s good and all, but honestly I thought Salinger was a much better short-story writer than a novelist. And the only… Read.
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RLJ
OMG! OMG! OMG! Rickie Lee Jones is coming to town in February! OOOOgah! OOOOOgah! I’m gonna go get tickets TOMORROW! Do not wanna miss Rickie Lee Jones! Only thing is: She’s coming to the Barrymore. That could be a problem. The Barrymore has famously fucked up the sound when some of my favorite performers have… Read.
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cheese!
Remember photo booths? Plunk a buck and a half’s worth of quarters in the slot, climb into the crowded booth with every single one of the people you were out drinking with and poke each other in the eye while the flash went off at the worst-timed moments. Three minutes later the machine barfed up… Read.
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table saw table
The first thing you have to make with your new table saw is a table for your saw. Sounds like one of those No shit, Sherlock, answers, doesn’t it? “So what’s the first thing you made with your new table saw?” “A table, duh.” It doesn’t have to be pretty, as you can plainly see,… Read.
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waffle waffle waffle
My Darling B set her alarm clock to wake us at seven this morning so we could be among the first in line for the fund-raiser breakfast at the Dane County Farmer’s Market. A fabulous spread was planned and we love to support the market. When B’s clock tried to bleep us awake, however, she… Read.
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the final frontier
Our regular Saturday stop at St Vincent de Paul’s thrift store yielded only a few treasures this week. My Darling B didn’t find one old platter or kitchen gadget that caught her fancy. I, on the other hand, found a little treasure called The Cambridge Encyclopedia of Space. I’ve got so many books about manned… Read.
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in tune
My Darling B must have been receiving the same signals from the mothership I was getting. She was walking from the car to the ATM as I came out of the office building to meet her this evening. “I’m getting some cash,” she explained, “I’ve been thinking about pizza all day.” “That’s funny, I’ve got… Read.
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hoppy day
I’m enjoying a delicious bottle of Hopslam from Bell’s Brewing in Michigan. Truly scrumptious. My Darling B uses different words to describe it. If memory serves, she the words were, and I quote, “cat urine.” I’ll probably have to brush my teeth, tongue and uvula if I want a good-night smooch tonight. Read.
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caved
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fiat lux
Demolition is complete. Now begins reconstruction. Locked in the grip of this jerry-rigged vise is the base of a lamp we bought at auction some weeks ago. It’s actually carved from two pieces of wood somebody, a long time ago, tried to glue together with a tar-like, probably asbestos-based adhesive and, when that didn’t work,… Read.
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