Wednesday, September 29, 2010

Sinny qua Non

This belongs in a strip mall with Duggar Family Planning and Milken & Madoff Investments.

From Kate.


Devo was showing a little lipstick on a walk the other day, so naturally a small child appeared out of nowhere.

"Why does your dog have that pink thing?" she asked.

"Because he's a boy," said Dan.

It turned out she was referring to a different pink thing entirely -- a skin tag on his leg -- but whatever.

Thursday, September 23, 2010

Wing Haven

We're visiting the Iglfolks this week, and yesterday I left the compound for the first time since Saturday, when we arrived.

The draw was Wing Haven, a quirky garden and bird sanctuary in an unlikely location: a residential area near downtown Charlotte. I'd heard rumors that there were some nice old neighborhoods within the city's numbing, soulless sprawl, but this was the first time I'd seen anything historic there since the Ramesses II exhibition when I was in college.

From a decidedly inauspicious beginning in 1927 - one city lot with a single tree in the red Carolina clay - the garden eventually grew to three densely planted acres, an oddly successful mix of manicured formality and natural landscape. With narrow, comically buckled brick paths, it wasn't exactly wheelchair friendly, but I took my time and saw almost all of it.

Photos by Dan.

Thursday, September 16, 2010

Word of the Day


From Alan, indirectly; Kristine; and Jason.

Quote du Jour

From a friend:
"i work with a guy who has tourette's. his is more
murmuring and twitching and less screaming CUNT
at staff meetings. i wish it was more dramatic."


I laughed the whole way through, but especially during the playground and hospital scenes.

I want Bobby Cannavale to be my personal trainer. And my lover.

Looky Loos

From Clark.

Enter in the Rear

©2010 Bernie Hardgrave

Monday, September 13, 2010

Walk 'n' Roll

These days, I type about as well as I play the piano – which is to say, with the skill and finesse of a drunken manatee. So I’ll keep this brief.

On October 17th, I’ll be celebrating a favorite annual tradition: the Walk to Defeat ALS. This is the 11th year for the event and for my team, the Jackals. For me, the walk is an early Thanksgiving, with many of my favorite people gathered in support of a great cause.

That cause, as most of you know, is the ALS Association’s DC/MD/VA Chapter, which has done so much for me over the years. The superlative staff – many of whom have become my personal friends – help people in my situation keep our heads afloat in these choppy waters by offering assistive technology, medical equipment, and monthly resource groups, to name just a few of many services. These indispensable programs are made possible only by the generosity of people like you.

I hope you’ll consider sponsoring me for the walk. Support in any amount is greatly appreciated, and contributions are fully tax deductible. Just click here.

If you’re free on the 17th, consider joining the Jackals on the Mall. We have a terrific time, and there’s always room in the pack.

Tuesday, September 07, 2010

A Poke in the Eye

Stuff You Should Know is a quirky podcast I often listen to, and I learned of this incredible story on the "How Lobotomies Work" episode. The doctor is the same one who ruined Rosemary Kennedy.

Stuck in the Middle

My friend Marty contended that Marie is the generic middle name of the American female. It's certainly one of them, I agreed, but there are others. Ann, for instance. Sue. Mae. Jo. Lee. Some parents put all their effort into the first name and have nothing left for the middle.

Over the weekend, just for the hell of it, I gave the dogs middle names: Sparkle Ann and Devo Marie.

'Delicious and Swetty'

From Peggy.

Friday, September 03, 2010

Word of the Day


No Way Out

One of the most difficult aspects of interacting with other people is figuring out how to extricate yourself from a conversation without appearing rude or mentally unstable. You aren't allowed to just walk away - you need to have a reason to stop talking. And the reason can't be that you want to stop talking.

Overheard in the Holler

Me, wistfully, to Dan: I would've made a good old person. I've been practicing my whole life.

Let's Be Clear

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