Posted in navel gazing on June 17, 2008 | 6 Comments »
The group of people I associate with is profoundly incestuous.
“How incestuous?” asked The Chef, who has only recently been introduced into this circle.
“Let me illustrate,” I replied. And so I made the Romance Wheel, with lines drawn between the names of anyone who had either had a relationship or seriously considered it. When I was [...]
Posted in navel gazing on June 10, 2008 | 4 Comments »
I should get down on my knees and thank God every day that though I was raised in suburbia, I am not a suburbanite.
The extended family, the pull in the blood that says “I know this place,” that’s all connected to the mountains. I can drive between sheep grazing up the steep, grassy sides of [...]
Posted in navel gazing on May 29, 2008 | 3 Comments »
The Wookiee: I was driving around today and realized — I really am a cynical optimist. I believe things will turn out okay, in spite of everyone’s best efforts.
Robin G: Ah, see, and I’m a romantic pessimist. I believe everyone is generally trying to do good, and that’s why we’re doomed.
The Wookiee: Hmm.
Robin G: Hmm.
Posted in navel gazing on May 26, 2008 | No Comments »
I think I can speak for the entire Midwest when I say it’s about fuckin’ time.
Posted in navel gazing on April 21, 2008 | 1 Comment »
After a long week of panic, exhaustion, depression, and overstepping my bounds — you know, the usual — I got a chance on Sunday to do laundry.
Now, I don’t like doing laundry, and every Sunday at eight AM, I lie in bed and come up with increasingly creative ways to get out of it. I’m [...]
