Ann and I would see eye-to-eye more often if I wore six-inch heels First, let me call attention to Steve Perry’s blog over at City Pages. He had the great idea of starting a Katherine Kersten haiku contest and he’s got some hilarious entries. Check it out. And, while we’re on the topic of blithering … Read more
The eyes of Texas…and the brains Two months ago, all us folks at the Rake were asked to name our favorite Texans. One of the knuckleheads who works here answered George W. She admitted she’d done so just to piss me off. I told her, though, that it didn’t bother me at all, but she’d … Read more
You can’t just plop your heart on the table every day, prod it with a fork, and expect it to give up its secrets. It can’t be shoved or bullied, and has never stood for interrogations. It speaks when it’s good and ready, and when it has something to say. There’s no small talk in … Read more
I have no one to blame but myself, I know that. I clearly blew what might have been a career-making opportunity. I’ve been trying all night to take the advice of my boss and look at this whole unfortunate situation as a ‘coachable moment,’ but it’s not easy, and, frankly, it really does make me … Read more
I foment world revolution and all I got was my face on a lousy t-shirt As one commenter on this blog said yesterday, this IS like making fun of the retarded kid. Ok, one more round of cruelty today then I promise I’ll leave them alone for a while…at least until I feel like it … Read more
Style beats substance every time Gee where do I start on the Strib’s redesign/repositioning? First, I guess anyone who’s been paying attention has heard the Strib was undergoing a redesign. It debuted today, and I must say I find the use of the pastel colors in the flag the most striking use of pastels since … Read more
Odd shard, the moon. Last call. He lugs his iron head through the brass-clanging days. The dull trash-can gong of winter, a throbbing that starts in his fillings and swells clear up straining against the black cap of his underskull. Snow swept, dead silence, dead Saturday folding into Sunday morning. What is fog and what … Read more
This one guy, every couple weeks it’s these amazing places you can’t even believe, mountains and him standing in water or strung up on a cliff and hanging from ropes. He’ll bring in ten or twenty rolls of film at a time, and it’s gotten so that I look forward to seeing him come through … Read more
Long, long ago, in the sweltering twilight of an August night roaring with cicadas and the vacuum hum of a lazy small town in retreat from the heat and the falling darkness, the yards and sidewalks abandoned for living rooms and television sets (the wobbling blue screens of which we could see through the dark, … Read more
Dumb and Dumber A very smart friend of mine…and I mean VERY smart…once said to me when I asked her how she’d accomplished so much at her very young age, “I always try to be the dumbest person in the room.” Now that was damn near impossible for her, I thought. But, she continued, “That’s … Read more