Entries Tagged as 'memory lane'
Sweet Clementine
Did you know that yesterday was Blue Monday? Allegedly it’s the most depressing day of the year. Nice. I am glad to have participated in the worldwide pity party.
Blue Monday was the talk of the office today, well until Heath Ledger was found dead. But this Blue Monday phenomenon was news to me until [...]
Not such a smart kid
In a comment earlier today Shokku reminded me that I should remember to see things with my child’s heart. And while I appreciate the sentiment, I have to say life has gotten much better since I started engaging my brain in, well, thought. I was not the most logical kid/teenager ever. To wit, a list [...]
Read moreHe was a button down oxford and I was the grunge flannel
So there I was sitting on a folding chair on the lower level of the Barnes & Noble at the Galleria. I was supposed to be reading through the stories for class the next day but I was mostly eavesdropping on Jim Walsh’s mom introducing him to all his old neighbors who had shown up [...]
Read moreSupergenius vs. The Trees (or who stands talking to a strange man with a saw in his hand?)
Each morning as I approach the gates of Hell, Inc. I have to do a drunken bob and weave up the sidewalk to avoid getting scratched by the delightful crabapple trees that line the walk.
I don’t bat the low-hanging branches away from my face, because it just seems really angry. And, hell, I am [...]
Come here mama and dig this crazy scene
We used to go to the Golden Chair because Anderla had a thing for Eau Claire rockers and I had a thing for cold, cold beer and darts. The Chair, as we called it, was owned by one of the EC Rockers, or an EC Rocker wannabe. I can’t remember anymore. Rumor was that Daddy [...]
Read moreIn honor of FFJ’s birthday
A few weeks ago, I confessed to FFJ that how the very first time we met, I totally rolled my eyes when she said her favorite author was Shakespeare. I told her it wasn’t until much later that I realized she wasn’t just naming ol’ Billy because it was the only author she’d heard of, [...]
Read moreon having sex for the very first time
as part of my research for ‘The Short Story that was So Shitty it Made the Baby Jesus Weep’ I dug out my journal from 1993. while reading about my pathetic, never-ending, and ultimately unrequited crush on Johnson, i found this little bit about having sex for the first time (which was not, incidentally, with [...]
Read moreall my features set me free
i think i’ll be spending a goodly portion of this week stuck in 1994. i’m a little pissed that i left The Short Story that was So Shitty it Made the Baby Jesus Weep at home. because much like the 21-year-old i was in April of 1994, i don’t want to be doing any of [...]
Read morewelcome to a very special 1994 of my mind
the short story i am working on (yes, i am working on it and it’s not even due for another 4 days) is set in 1994. it’s a period piece, i guess. it’s weird because i’ve never written anything with a definite time-setting. most of my stories take place a vague sort of here and [...]
Read moreonce i thought my innocence was gone, now i know that happiness goes on
the summer before i was in 7th (or it might have been 8th) grade i spent most of my time here in Shakopee (where i live now), instead of home in Blaine (a suburb on the other side of the cities, about a hour from here). i spent the summer at my Grammu’s house with [...]
Read morei don’t think i can handle this, a cloudy day in metropolis
so last weekend i was contacted by a journalist who is writing a story about superhero tattoos, specifically Superman tattoos. she had a bunch of questions asking me what it means to me, whether i was happy with it, why i choose it, and what kind of reaction/feedback i get about it.
i have absolutely [...]
i am apparently staying golder than i thought
more and more lately, i’m beginning to think that i might be emotionally retarded. i’m afriad to admit this, but i’m not sure that i have ever grown past junior high. i haven’t quite floated this theory out to the general public. perhaps we’re all emotional-8th graders. i still have to do some more research [...]
Read moreon missing the state of the union and other things
i missed the W’s state of the union speech last night. i was much too busy at the OG with wendy driving the waiter insane, being carded for a glass of wine, and listening to the old biddies behind us bitch that their food came out too fast.
however, i managed to catch the last two [...]
trying to make it far enough to the next time zone
i’ve spent most of the post-bowling evening listening to The Bootleg vol. 1: Commemorating 35 Years at First Avenue and reading through old, old, old iwilldare.com archives. i guess this is the time of year for reflection, so it is a bit appropriate. some of that stuff is hard to read. so hard to read [...]
Read moreand sometimes your life really does seem like some sort of weird tv movie
a little over a year ago i wrote a piece on bittersweetheart about being an ugly 8th grader. the whole thing was inspired by reading Lucy Grealy’s Autobiography of a Face. on bittersweetheart i talked about a boy who teased me mercilessly in junior high.
here’s where it gets all tv movie like.
earlier today a woman [...]
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