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In light of some confusion over my previous post, which began with a fictional short story based on the ongoing childhood of yours truly, I'd just like to make one comment: I am not thirty-two years old. Actually, I have over a decade more to go before I become that. So, now that we've cleared… Continue reading That’s raddish
The year the sukkai stopped running, a short story It has nearly been eleven years and a month since my twenty-first birthday. I still recall this year's birthday dinner. It was a can of sardines swimming in yellow olive oil, with a couple spears of sweet pickled celery, on a slice of bread that basked in better… Continue reading The year sukkai stopped running
Where I am, the high tops of conifers are draped underneath a veil of fog just thin enough for a few branches to poke through. The ground is missing the crisp touch of frost, and is instead drenched in a blanket of condensation to be lifted once the day begins. This is not quite the… Continue reading Two and Fifteen Gifts
Deep into Friday night, when the Internet usually creeps the closest it can to something remotely akin to repose, sparks flew. The world was bellowing its plea in three words: pray for Paris. Those who understood the heaviness of those words and the price of prayer knelt on their knees to pay just that. Some who have only… Continue reading Eggs for the better
It's the ordinary things that seem important to me. This Sunday I enjoyed the rare luxury of having the entirety of an afternoon liberated from any obligation to weigh it down. So I went see the lovely mister Alex Colville at the gallery across the bridge. If you're anyone like me, regardless of the reason… Continue reading On Alex Colville
I don't believe in twisting yourself into knots of excuses and explanations over the food you make. Julia Child (1912-2004) Neither do I, Jules. And for that matter, I don't believe in twisting myself into knots of excuses and explanations over the food I eat. Food was, before cloth became fashion, before sticks and stones evolved into… Continue reading confidence, confessions, and a confit recipe
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