December 2010
14 posts
“A fat black fly sits on
A scrawny brown boy who sits on
A dusty cracked curb...”
– Teresa Kistler, poet in Steamboat Springs, from Voices of the Valley
The eclipse is so beautiful!
dammitjean:
Meanwhile, Rusty is fighting our Christmas tree to the death.
I can’t see it! There are too many clouds in the way!
Also, my cat’s name is also Rusty. These two fine gentlemen need to meet. Perhaps together they can defeat the notorious Christmas bush.
There are two kinds of tippers in this world
No, not the “good” kind and the “bad” kind. They exist, but so do the “tip-exactly-what-the-protocol-of-the-culture-you’re-in-at-the-time-states” types.
If you’ve ever worked in food service, you’ll know that you either get people who tip a whole number, simply adding $4 or $5 to the bill total. Or there’s the kind who tip exact change,...
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This art installation would do really well... →
Seriously.
Somewhat creepy, but actually quite cool.
10 books written in an untraditional style.
This list is fascinating. Some of this information I knew already, but the following two are particularly fascinating.
I knew about this one:
Baby Shoes, by Ernest Hemingway
According to legend, Ernest Hemingway created the shortest short story ever told. While having lunch at New York City’s famous Algonquin Round Table, Hemingway bragged that he could write a captivating tale—complete with...
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My night thus far:
Get off work two hours early.
Recieve pep talk on my personal integrity from my mother.
Walk home in snow. Dumping snow.
Come home to roommate cooking potato, bacon, and cream cheese soup.
Consume said soup.
Plans for the rest of the night:
Venture forth into the night to participate in a white trash themed surprise party for boss’s boyfriend.
???
Profit
