So Many Pieces Torn From My Heart

Turkey Testicle Festival They just had a story on my local NPR station about this. I was sure they were pulling my leg. I ran a quick Google on it. It really exists. Turkey leftovers no longer sound quite so appealing. (Make sure you check out The Turkey Testicle Festival Song while you’re there.) Can…

No, the mystery plant has not yet bloomed, and it’s starting to drive me nuts. The largest of the buds is now nearly two inches long and tubular. This is what it looked like yesterday” The bud turned white sometime during the day today, and is just starting to part at the tip. It doesn’t…

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Francis Dunnery’s album is well worth looking into, although it’s only available through his web site and a few other places like xpn.org. I’ve heard this song quite a few times over the past weeks, but this morning it hit me hard. Wounding and Healing of Man by Francis Dunnery I don’t know if I’m…

I don’t come back here much anymore. I miss what my diary used to mean to me, like I miss so many things that got left behind that you can’t return to. Yeah, I know … that’s life and all that. Still, time as a one-way arrow sucks. I’m doing OK, liver-wise. The past few…

I’m sitting here at Big Name Book Store behind the charity gift wrap table. I am by myself. That’s pretty nearly literal, as the store is nearly devoid of customers. At least half of the non-employees who are here are located in the café drinking stuff out of tall white paper cups with sippy lids…