I’ve had one too many fucking nickels pulled out of my ear, the younger of the two men said. He was sitting on the floor, wearing a hooded sweatshirt, pajama bottoms, and badly worn bedroom slippers. He had declined the offer of a seat on the sofa, choosing instead to slump down against the wall … Read more
A few nights ago, we started a dinner partywith a cheese tasting. I would have posted pictures, but it was like a frenzy. Honestly people. Old Kentucky Tomme / Capriole Farms, Indiana This was an aged, raw milk goat cheese (much like my beloved Humboldt Fog). It develops a natural rind that helps develop the … Read more
Jesus H. Tapdancin’ Christ on a popsicle stick I’m busy. So I’m going to be lazy and lead you to an obituary of a very interesting person. I love characters like this, and would’ve given up fifteen weeks of coffee and beer (not mixed) to have sat with this gent and just listened, over drinks, … Read more
Not much going on ‘cept the cheaper showing of Cat on a Hot Tin Roof. Tonight it’s fifteen dollars as opposed to the usual eighteen. How many times can she recycle one secret, you ask?
The way you throw your head back and show your broken teeth to the stars. How you laugh laugh laugh, nodding, your eyes pinned back to your perfect ears. I love that. The places you take me and the way you allow yourself to be taken, wherever you might be, so suddenly by sleep– I … Read more
Early Berleson had long since grown accustomed to the static routine of his middle years. He would sleepwalk through the day at work, make his way home in a sort of empirical blackout, and then, eventually, the night would just fall out from under him and leave him floating in murky space, listening to the … Read more
Jake’s first corndog I swear that I have been on an aggressive veggie and lean protein diet for the last week in preparation for the upcoming marathon. That’s right, I mean the Great Minnesota Eat Together. Because that’s what it is, a marathon. Beyond the the must-have vanilla ice cream cone from the dairy barn, … Read more
I came to America so I could be free to read whatever I wanted Remember Elian Gonzalez? I remember him mostly for how crazy they are in Miami about the whole Cuba thing…and how any politician who hopes to make it in Florida better keep that in mind. Today on NPR, there’s a story about … Read more
Show me the money Imagine the inner conflict. You’ve spent the last few months trying to convince Minnesota voters that you aren’t the Bush administration’s lap dog, despite voting with them 97 percent of the time. You are, despite the overwhelming evidence of the past few years that lying to the voters is a great … Read more
I’m off for a four-day hiatus, dear horticulture converts. But before I check out early for the week, I thought I’d leave you with these Wednesday through Sunday highlights: Technically, I’ll be in or near the twin towns to do stuff. So, one item on the to-do list is Torch Theatre’s reprise of Cat on … Read more