Me: “So, Martin Luther posted those 95 things that he disagreed with right on the door of the Catholic Church.” My 12 year-old son, R.: “Why didn’t he just post them on his blog?” I never thought I’d be one of those parents–the homeschooling kind….
I was sixteen, and darkness had fallen and we’re riding our bikes. The boys I’m riding with turn onto 95th street and I follow even though we’re headed towards a white neighborhood. I figured we were going to turn around as the first set of…
(It’s one thing for a knockout brickhouse to make such specific demands for a husband as we see below, at least you’d have something to look at, but an overweight woman (this is Craigslist after all) that is too ugly to actually be captured on…
Associated Press reports that astronaut Scott Kelly, currently orbiting some 236 miles above earth aboard the International Space Station, will be joined early next year by his identical brother Mark, who is also an astronaut.
Open Letter to Charles Frank “Charlie” Bolden, Jr., Chief Administrator, National Aeronautics and Space Administration (NASA).
Dear Administrator Bolden:
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Displaced Aggression League Report — Week 10
An Irish friend once shared the story of a neighbor who went to a pub to see a girl he was seriously smitten with. He downed pint after pint to steady his nerves as he waited for her to arrive, and when she finally did, he barfed all over himself while trying to ask her out. As my friend sadly put it, the young man was skundered.
Note: the acronym (CMA) is a University Of Texas at Austin building name abbreviation for the College of Communication Building B Hey guy who draws on the elevator doors every day with his nose grease. I just thought I’d drop you a line and tell…
The second day I was scheduled for a twenty-five minute sauna, followed by Thai massage and acupuncture. In short, this implied being cooked, beaten and stabbed. The sauna is pretty straight forward: cedar box at 130 degrees Fahrenheit just to soften you up before the massage. Fantat didn’t tell me that I wasn’t alone in the sauna. They stuck me with the Tea Bagger from Kansas. True to form, he didn’t think it was necessary to cover his man parts while he was in the sauna. For him, the Caribbean meant going au natural. Worse yet, while he was rearranging and scratching his package, he insisted on babbling about the oil spill in the Gulf being a hoax put on by the Hollywood-Leftist controlled media.
on Sunday
I fix the light out back
get some groceries
burn old branches
in the backyard
under the giant oaks
drink beer in the shifting sunshine
1. My old dance teacher Miss Maryanne. She was a little strict and wanted us to learn our steps. She talked the whole hour and I couldn’t enjoy the music. 2. My old gymnastics teacher Miss Gabby. She was nice but wouldn’t stop talking. I…
I have drifted a bit, getting away from the simile and metaphor business, and wondered aloud about what makes up an undergraduate experience. Is it all about books, libraries and papers, or does it have something to do with late nights, binge drinking and waking up in a strange apartment naked. Come on! We’ve all been there. You go to the bathroom, trying to remember the name of the person in the bedroom, look into the mirror and see the fear in your own eyes.
I did half a post or something on The Rolling Stones a couple of weeks ago. A friend of mine had griped he should not have to teach college freshmen who’d never heard of the Stones.
This complaint was communicated to me via a one-line text, a little ping of middle-aged misery between two pals, both veterans of too many bar bands.
The joke was on us, of course.
Here’s another drink, my own. It’s good, y’all.
Cherry Baby
2 oz gin (I recommend Plymouth or Citadel.)
1 oz Cherry Heering
1/2 oz Cynar