Category: Odds N’ Ends

Travelogue

Six summer weeks on the road, traveling from my New Orleans base back to my Twin Cities home turf. Let’s call it a ‘working vacation’…that I now could use a vacation from. The trip itself was mostly a success, but while living in the south, sometimes a return to my Midwestern roots leave e scratching … Continue reading Travelogue

Jottings from a pocket notebook

Yes, English teachers get spring break, too. A few days in to mine, all I can say is that the bulk of the items on my ‘to do’ list are not getting ‘too done.’ ‘The best laid schemes o' mice an' men Gang aft a-gley, [often go awry] An' lea'e us nought but grief an' … Continue reading Jottings from a pocket notebook

2012 Leftovers: Scraps, tidbits and what-thas…?

The ever-present-in-my-back-pocket Notebook of Niftiness (NON) becomes something of a Rubbermaid tub throughout the year; while many of the ideas and tidbits make their way into a post on either this blog or into a full-fledged poem for my poetry blog, some just languish there, out of sight, out of mind, but safe in the … Continue reading 2012 Leftovers: Scraps, tidbits and what-thas…?

Signs of the times

Oh, sign, sign everywhere a sign Blocking up the scenery, breaking my mind Do this, don't do that, can't you read the sign - Five Man Electrical Band, 1965 Oh meme, meme, everywhere a meme clogging up my Facebook, beating on my mind animals, politics, cutesy kids clogging up the scene everything’s a statement, everything’s … Continue reading Signs of the times

Random thoughts and sporadic observations

‘Huh, whatttayaknow!’ category, take 1: I casually learned something recently about one of my favorite types of bread: In Italian, “ciabatta” means ‘an old worn-out slipper.’ I get where the name came from; coming out of an old Italian oven back-in-the-day, it’s what they looked like.(see pic above) Now I like ciabatta bread, so this … Continue reading Random thoughts and sporadic observations

Post-it-Notes and scrap paper notations from throughout the year that were scrunched up and stuffed in my pants pockets and forgotten about. The ones that didn’t go through the laundry.

One of my favorite overheard  lines of the year: A guy was sitting in a New Orleans restaurant nursing a beer and waiting for his order, complaining that the beer was cheap but wasn’t very cold, when the waitress walked up with his po-boy and said, “Here – wash your beer down with this.” Things to … Continue reading Post-it-Notes and scrap paper notations from throughout the year that were scrunched up and stuffed in my pants pockets and forgotten about. The ones that didn’t go through the laundry.

Store stories

Monday was Labor Day, and for me it was very odd: there was no MDA telethon…well, there was, for about an hour and twenty minutes or something on Sunday night. But, Labor Day sans Jerry Lewis just didn’t seem right. It’s like going to the mall the Friday after Thanksgiving and finding out that mall management … Continue reading Store stories

“I think I can, I think I can…but I prefer my beer from a bottle, thanks.”

The marvels of modern technology. The week leading up to my anniversary, Facebook kept reminding me…it was my anniversary. Contrary to popular stereotype, perpetuated by television sitcoms ad nauseam, most men I know do not forget their anniversaries, and can recite the date when asked. My first thought about this was that whoever programmed this … Continue reading “I think I can, I think I can…but I prefer my beer from a bottle, thanks.”