I was a victim of crime tonight. Well, Ruby and I were. While I was happily chatting about the creative process, borrowing books, and angst at Grumpy’s, some bastard was breaking into poor, lonely Ruby sitting in the parking lot at the Open Book.
Of course the only reason that I know this is because a [...]
Victim of crime
These are my pants and I am crapping them
9:46 a.m.: Three pages but I think the story is starting to make sense in my head. Now if I can just get it to make sense on the page. I am sure everyone wants to read about the physicist/bowler. I know I kind of do. Work is being nicely cooperative and I’ve got Liz [...]
Westerberg is gonna be at the Fitz in June
From todays Cross Currents, the newsletter of 89.3 The Current:
We here at The Current are super-pleased to announce the line up for our next Fakebook event, the final in this year’s series, taking place June 16 at the Fitzgerald Theater. Those of you who have been following the Minnesota music scene for the past 20 [...]
Cockity Jones
My still as yet untitled, unwritten, and barely thought about short story is due in roughly 30 hours. I haven’t even gotten so far as to save a blank Word document as a sort of placeholder for the story that will flow magically from my fingers.
I’m afraid I’ve become victim of my own cockiness. I’ve [...]
Sweet Caroline
“I can’t wait to show this to Caroline.” Max climbed into Ruby’s front seat clutching a Ranger Rick sticker he had just gotten in the mail. It said he was a junior member of the National Wildlife Federation.
“Who is Caroline?” I asked. We were going to Chipotle, since Sister #4 wanted it one more time [...]
The last time ever grows ever near, or the Star Tribune does our little bowling alley proud
The Strib article about the bowling alley is up. The accompanying photo gallery even has a pic of my dad on top of one of the machines. The article is cute and sad. The reporter did a good job getting my mom’s voice down, which is awesome (and those of you familiar with my short [...]
so much water adapted to screen
News to me: Raymond Carver’s story “So Much Water So Close to Home” has been turned into a movie called Jindabyne. Interesting.
The day before yesterday
A week or so ago as my posse of co-workers were debating the paternity of Anna Nicole Smith’s daughter, I told them about how much it bothers me when our entire country becomes obsessed with some stupid celebrity hooha.
I tell them how of all the things that struck me about post-9/11 TV one of the [...]
But I’m not afraid anymore
I just shuffled past roughly 54 songs of Eurydice’s 7537 songs to find one I wanted to listen to, and landed on Belinda Carlisle’s “Heaven on Earth.” I thought you should know.
Bookclub Bitches: I was not thinking Arbys
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In this installment of Bookclub Bitches, FFJ and I discuss Remainder by Tom McCarthy and we stay relatively on topic until she brings up Adrien Brody and Arbys. It’s all down hill from there.
Mighty Parking Lots punked
As I mentioned before they are gonna tear down the bowling alley to put up a parking lot. So when my cousin Wendy suggested we gather together for a final Chromey v Chromey, everyone was pretty game even though we just had one in November (as is tradition).
After arriving an hour late to Sister [...]
Concealing my secret identity
When I arrived at the eye doctor’s office today I was most disappointed that Dr. Love would not be attending to my eye-care needs. Last year when I went for my exam, I had a strawberry-blond cutie with swanky glasses asking me which one was clearer 3 or 4 or 3, okay how about 4 [...]
Gobs and gobs
You know nothing good is going to come of a night where the topic of rectal bleeding includes the words gobs and gobs. Really. I’ve come to the conclusion that most writers in my class are sick fucks. Ashes in hotdishes? Marbles in dead mom’s mouths? Rectal bleeding? Mortuary sciences?
I’m like Suzy fucking Sunshine compared [...]
God bless you, Mr. Vonnegut
Kurt Vonnegut has died. He was 84.
The strength of my reaction has stunned me. I knew something was up when I got to the PC this morning and found the screen littered with blinking IMs. . . ‘Did you hear?’ ‘Sorry about Vonnegut.’
I had not heard. I had blissfully turned in early with [...]
I need a favor and I hate asking, but well . . .
First of all, I just went to the bathroom and noticed my hair. I look like I just rolled out of bed. What is wrong with me?
Second of all, Okay, second of all I need a favor. I hate asking for things, as you well know, but here I am. As some of you may [...]



