… I’ve been seeing this phrase pop up a lot, recently, and it’s a pretty good summing up of how I’ve felt about the things I’ve written so far. Weak tea: fills the cup, but there’s not much there.
Mostly I’m down on the things I’ve chosen to write about. This past [...]
Still no working gasline, so our landlords provided us with a two-burner Coleman camping stove which runs on propane and, if the warning labels are to be believed, will kill us in our sleep using only carbon monoxide. It sounds like a jet engine when running; I’m making my first cup of hot tea [...]
Kate’s back in New York for a three-day conjugal visit / book unpacking frenzy. I’ve never lived by myself, so when in years past friends have talked about the wonderful perqs of only having your own hair to pick out of the shower drain or not having anyone to blame for leaving two bites [...]
I Am Making a Difference (Ftrain.com)
Man, I loves me some Paul Ford.
Rather than purchasing goods made by overseas laborers—who are often forced to work in unsafe conditions for low wages—I have kidnapped and enslaved a group of neighborhood children and chained them to a bench in my garage, where they make my clothes and build [...]
… and not in an “on the street” kind of Glenn Frey manner, no. Rather: The heat pipes in our apartment are hot to the touch. The ambient temperature in most rooms is well above 80 degrees, though whether that’s just residual heat from the day or due to the heat being on, I don’t [...]