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Archives for December 2009

Signs of the Times, Offline Edition

Over at The Onion AV Club, they’re making pop-culture resolutions. Interesting: several resolve to spend more team reading, you know, books, and two of them actually resolve to spend less time online.

Take that, machines (he blogged).


So on Christmas Eve, I played “Fairytale of New York” for my mother. Then I played it for her again. There was a lot to do, but to my surprise, she stayed put.

“What are you doin’, Ma?” I asked about halfway through the second listen.


I coulda been someone/Well, so could anyone…

Close Together, Worlds Apart

Carrying my eight-month-old down through the yard to check the coop for eggs, I hear the voice over the megaphone from the helicopter circling overhead, telling me to call 911 if I see a black man with cornrows in a Raiders jacket and black pants.


I just received a stern NPR lecture on the American fascination with irrelevant, sensationalistic “news” from the head writer for The Wanda Sykes Show. Special scorn was heaped on the furor over Tiger Woods. Over on the show’s website, two of the three featured video extras concern, yes, that’s right, Tiger Woods. The other: former porn star Jenna Jameson. Buh-bye, 2009.


Pre-emptive request: please don’t anyone refer to 2010-2012 as the tweens. Kthxbai!

Mr. Godsbody’s More Recent Finest Hour

Christmas Eve, 2009

I wrote a story!

Me and another guy go back and forth a bit about Ye Olde Christmas Spirit. Good times. And a bonus DFW reference at the end!

Mr. Godsbody’s Finest Hour

Youth. Giant hair. A full bottle of wine in a single glass. They were heady days. If I ever get around to writing a book on wine, I want this for an author photo. Thanks to Smokee for the image.

Winner, winner, Christmas Dinner

Yeah, I know food photography is tricky, and can often look less than awesome. Don’t care. Tenderloin, tarragon-shallot reduction, creamed spinach with deep-friend shallots, lemon roasted potatoes. So very happy. Thanks to Danielle for the pic!

In the Desert

In the desert
I saw a creature, naked, bestial,
Who, squatting upon the ground,
Held his heart in his hands,
And ate of it.
I said, “Is it good, friend?”
“It is bitter – bitter”, he answered,
“But I like it
Because it is bitter,
And because it is my heart.”

~ Stephen Crane