Archive for August, 2005



Things my mother has said

Published on 11 August 2005

“That rain is coming straight down!”
“If you don’t finish your supper, you’re going to dry up and blow away.”
“Katie bar the door!”
“Lord willin’ and the creek don’t rise.”
“Whatever pleases you tickles me plumb to death.”
“Want to split a piece of gum?”
“This gum is about to wear me out!”
“You know, after we saw the way the […]


Hell, heck, and hashbrowns

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I’ve had off-and-on insomnia for the past several weeks, the kind where I wake up at 4:00 or 4:30 and can’t fall back asleep. It’s all my stupid brain’s fault. It won’t quit mulling over stuff I need to do for work, fretting about my parents’ health (or lack thereof), reminding me of errands and […]


Summer’s bounty

Published on 9 August 2005

Our organic produce delivery last Friday included sweet corn, green beans, kohlrabi, carrots, and broccoli — none of which I feel like preparing for actual consumption, as that would involve spending time in the suffocating kitchen. Also: peep my first home-grown tomato!
What I’m really craving are (non-banana-based) smoothies. I wonder if I could get […]


Cultcha, kulcha

Published on 8 August 2005

Korma chameleon and then some.


How to make me happy

Published on 5 August 2005

Instead of being annoyed that I had to work late the previous night and missed dinner out with a friend of yours from DC, bring home a book I wanted but didn’t know you knew I wanted (in this case, Davy Found Rothbart’s new collection of stories, The Lone Surfer of Montana, Kansas) — and […]