…with the wife and tiny offspring. Favorite Coors Field food: peanuts (roasted, in the shell, unsalted) Favorite Coors Field beverage: Diet Pepsi / whatever liquor I happen to smuggle into the park (hidden in the hollowed lens stems of a pair of fake binoculars). For those of you not interested in baseball, here’s today’s must read piece (with thanks to Mal) update: Another blown save by Rockies’ closer Shawn Chacon,
June 20, 2004
June 20, 2004
Scenes from my driveway, special Father’s Day encounter
Deadbeat neighbor: “So, Happy Father’s Day, pal!” Me: “Thanks.” Deadbeat neighbor: “Get any nice gifts?” Me: “A mud cake. Covered in paste and bugs.” Deadbeat neighbor: “Yeah, I know. I helped the kid make it for you.” Me: “Bastard –“ Deadbeat neighbor: ” — Yup. The fire ants? My idea.”
June 20, 2004
Brautigan, Revisited – an American love story
Chapter 20: Lovers’ Compote Chapter 1. Chapter 2. Chapter 3. Chapter 4. Chapter 5. Chapter 6. Chapter 7. Chapter 8. Chapter 9. Chapter 10. Chapter 11. Chapter 12. Chapter 13. Chapter 14. Chapter 15. Chapter 16. Chapter 17. Chapter 18. Chapter 19. Here’s a delightful recipe for all you love birds, perfect for those quiet evenings at home: Take two pieces of ripened fruit and heat them slowly, ten to
June 20, 2004
Have confirmed their interest in accepting the Democratic Vice Presidentional nomination, 2004
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June 20, 2004
Happy Father’s Day post
The best thing about father’s day is the smile on your son’s face as he presents you with the gift he’s spent all week putting together with his own tiny little hands. The worst thing is having actually to eat homemade mud cake iced with Elmer’s Paste and sprinkled with fire ants, gnats, and mites.* Which does not, I assure you, taste like chicken. *an Atkin’s-friendly™ dish
June 20, 2004
Question
Does my pointing to this make me an “anti-semitism pimp”?* — or simply an anti-anti-Zionism pimp? Because it’s getting difficult for me to tell the difference these days… **** anti-semitism pimping update: Laissez mes personnes partir.
June 20, 2004
The protein wisdom “found” autobiography, part 1: “When I was a younger man, I hadn’t a care…”
“Foolin’ around, hitting the town, growing my hair…” **** courtesy Climax Blues Band. All rights reserved.*